What Did Michonne Do Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

My fighting ability was almost nonexistent. I had planned to rely on my memories from my past life, stock up on supplies, then head somewhere remote, into the wastelands or the desert, and take my time getting revenge. But things had already gone off course. I had to escape overnight. By tomorrow, when the Lane family couldn’t find Brian and Victor still hadn’t shown up, they would realize something was wrong. In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.”

I remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the provocation in her eyes. There was only one month left before the apocalypse arrived. I had no time to waste watching her schemes. In my previous life, I only thought the convenience store Dad left behind looked too old and run-down to attract customers, so I hired people to renovate it according to my design, reinforcing it with steel and concrete. I never expected a zombie outbreak to happen afterward. That tiny convenience store became unbelievably sturdy after the renovations, turning into my warm sanctuary in the apocalypse. Back then, I managed to build a temporary shelter with only limited funds.

"No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now." Mom wiped her eyes and took my hand. "You did the right thing, Flint. This world has changed, and we just need to survive." I felt a massive weight lift off my chest seeing Mom and Dad finally harden their hearts. In an apocalypse, kindness was the quickest way to get a death warrant. Again, the system chimed. "'Human Fishing' mission successfully completed! Calculating rewards… "Congratulations! Rewards include a small-scale nuclear fusion generator, a high-pressure water cannon, an indoor soilless hydroponic lab, and three top-tier cold-resistant c

"The first time I met her, she was so afraid. She probably thought she was leaving one hell for another." “Back when I was Human. I killed other Humans that were like Trey and Cassandra. Ones that hurt children and took them away from their parents. Sometimes it was even the parents that needed punishing. If I had known....” "That was how Cassandra was. Even Mallory said she didn't see it and she spent a lot of time here. We never even knew of Moonshine's existence. Not until the leader asked Dane for help. It was a bit of a surprise that there was a pack living so close and yet it wasn’t on our radar. That was the mistake Trey made. That’s when everything went downhill for him.”

Luckily for him, it still ran. Caitlin looked around, trying to get her bearings. It was mayhem down here. People were fleeing in every direction, looting stores, smashing windows; cars were piled high on the curb. Vampires chased people down every street, and other people ran from each other, infected with the plague. It looked like the apocalypse. She spotted it. Jonah’s building. Just as she got ready to ran towards it, she heard a noise. Sera, landing beside her. Caitlin was relieved, but Sera was scowling.

Yesterday, when she woke up, there had been fifteen days left until the apocalypse. Now… only fourteen remained. She still remembered everything too clearly—the two months she had survived in that nightmare, the pain, the hunger, the fear… and giving birth to her baby, only to be betrayed and cast out in the end. But this time… This time, she was determined to survive. Not just survive—but live long enough to see the cure for the monster apocalypse and of course get revenge on those who wronged her. The disaster that had started as nothing more than a simple flu,then fever… before evolving into something far more terrifying.

Every detail was accounted for, every system optimized for efficiency. In the afternoons, she focused on her mental health. She read books from the library, practicing her meditation and journaling about her experiences. She wrote about her past life, her death, and her rebirth. She wrote about Julian, Brenda, and Chloe—their betrayals, their cruelty, their ultimate downfall. She wrote about her plans for the future, the world she intended to build in the aftermath of the apocalypse. The journaling was cathartic, a way to process her emotions and maintain her sanity.

That was the first piece of evidence I couldn’t easily explain away as an old woman’s eccentric caution. ----- A document from Margaret’s final years caught my eye next — not a warning, not a prediction, just a checklist. **CONTINGENCY REVIEW.** Food supply. Water. Communications. Transportation. Energy. Agricultural land. Independent financial access. Secure storage. I stared at the list until the room seemed to tilt slightly around me. The warehouse. The agricultural property. The financial account. This facility. Every piece I had uncovered over the last two weeks belonged, cleanly, to one of these exact categories.

After a moment, I finally spoke slowly, "Brother Evan, I didn’t mean to hide this from you. What I’m about to say might sound a little strange." At this point, I trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it into words. Mom placed the fruit on the coffee table and handed each of us a strawberry. "Just say it. It’s all over the news now. How much longer could you have hidden it from him?" "I was reborn," I continued. "In my past life, the apocalypse began on December 12th. I only survived for two years!" "The apocalypse? Reborn? Not a war?" Evan Olson was stunned. His entire worldview shattered.