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Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space

Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1070    |    Released on: Today at 14:18

eyes snap

tically into the flesh. She expected to feel the jagged, torn edges of her own windpipe. She expected the hot, thick spray of her own blo

was smooth.

nds down her neck, over her collarbones, feeli

r stain shaped like a skull on the ceiling. The cheap, rattling wi

ardwood floor. Her legs gave out instantly, but she caught herself on

the edges of the porcelain sin

ull. The horrific, purple frostbite scars that had webbed

out. She cupped her hands, splashing the icy water violently against her face. She d

hallucination. The

The frantic pounding in her

. She snatched her smartphone off the chargin

mber

lobal deep freeze would hit. Th

ttress, hitting the floor hard. A sound ripped from her thr

was

y satisfied faces of the Burch family looking at her through the reinforced glass as they kicked her out into the negative-fifty-degree wast

rated hatred flooded her veins

own into the depths of her mind. Revenge wasn't a momentary impulse; it was a precise, calculated execution. She

ted violently. The default ringtone s

ared at t

Burch

hite as she gripped the phone. She wanted to smash it against the

ccept button and brough

ler

he speaker, accompanied by a

sked, injecting a sickening a

king the duct. The doctor says I need emergency surgery today. But the insurance... they're refusing to cover th

he had panicked. She had emptied her life savings-every single penny she had scr

It bought her sister, Kendal, a limited-edition designer handb

wed the bile

ible," Ellery said, her voic

a second. Her thumb swiped down on the screen, tapping the background

ing in urgency. "I'm calling out of work right now. I'll dr

the other end. Sharon stammered, the

.. the pre-op area is strictly no-visitors. COVID pr

dead air stretch. She let the awkwardness a

ckmail. "We took you in when you had nothing. We gave you a home when you were just a piec

uth twitched upward into

nto the microphone. "I'll wire the money r

od," Sharon

thank you. The line

es were as cold as the arctic ic

loaded, displaying her hard-earned savings. Th

dime. Instead, she was going to use this exact lie to drain ever

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Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space
Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space
“I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage. But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death. As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket. Around her neck was my only childhood possession-an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her. Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved. I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies. They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die. I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred. Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me? Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm. I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12. It was exactly three days before the world ended. When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly. "Just tell me where to send the money, Mom." This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.”