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Apocalypse Rebirth: Seven Days to Hoard and Take Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 787 | Released on: Today at 14:58

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her eyes

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ocus to the tips

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open. She curled her

, broke away from the stream. It defied grav

hitched in

had come b

her wrist. The water droplet shot forward, hitting the mirror with a so

sing the ability this early dr

her hands roughly, and walk

esk, bypassing the textbooks, and pulled o

he old class notes to a blank page

st word in all ca

taste of moldy dog food. She knew exactly what hunger

second line: M

of the apocalypse, a single pil

third line: WE

fight infected hand-to-hand, not w

hrough the paper. She had the knowledge

and logged into her Ba

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picture of her parents. Standing behind them was a man in a

left behind a ten-million-dollar trust fund

ey. When the world ended, those millions

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buzzed o

een: Do you want me to grab you an org

. She typed back: N

nced on the mattress and slid toward the

d to catch it befo

the cold metal casing of the pho

o flash of light. The phone just ce

her hand still hovering in the empty air.

ets off the bed. She crawled under the frame,

. She closed her eyes and reached inward, trying to find that

consciousness, a

of a basketball court. The air in

void, her iPhone was floating, p

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Apocalypse Rebirth: Seven Days to Hoard and Take Revenge

Ning Ruoshui Modern

“In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters. I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone. Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate. They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run. As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance. "She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed. "Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back. I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood. Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start. Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies? Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room. Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever. I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me. This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.”