Apocalypse rebirth: My ex begged outside my fortress

d spun around her. Her hand flew to her

of shattered bone, for the wet, sticky fe

d the terrifying screech of the Zom

n. There was no bloo

, warm light filtering through sheer curtains.

y-foam mattress, tucked under a clean whi

ht. "Is this what come

rom cutting infected flesh, the deep calluses from swinging rusted iron pip

e healthy glow of someone who slept

arm. Her shoulder sat perfectly

her bare feet hitting a plush,

t like a trapped bird. She looked a

sleek television hung on the wall. A d

nt. The one she owned

A small digital calendar sat next to her laptop, i

ngers trembling as she touched

ayed was clear

inety days befor

'm hallucinating. The monsters must have torn me apart

emote off the desk and pressed the power button. The screen

suit stood in front of a

bottom of the screen read: Global

rs as temperatures reach unprecedented highs acro

bizarre series of minor earthquakes along fault l

shaky video feed taken by a pani

olves and big cats tore through their enclosures. Instead of fleeing, the animals attacked each other and their ha

mote slipped from her fingers, thud

llucination. It

d this exact

identical report while drinking coffee

imals turning violent, these were the very first signs of the

s back in the past, ninety day

tuation settled in, a sharp chime

tly clear, completely separate

ue screen materialized in the

System A

Human (Pre-Awakened). Number of d

e floating blue screen moved with her,

nment... Threat detected: Severe

eak free from yo

your life force and future potential. Do not let t

tial Storage Space (Grade:

she thought, he

reated like royalty. They could hoard food, weapons, and clean medicin

ht now, she could store enough survival suppli

had to break free f

d her head towar

is dark hair was messy, falling gently over his forehead.

y

ed violently through her mind: Ryan standing perfectly fine on both feet, Ryan holdin

echoing in her ears: Every time

y that her fingernails bit i

b a knife, and plunge it into his thro

am the way she had screamed

rcing herself to take

ninety days in a prison cell instead of preparing for the end. He doesn't deserv

led out a pair of dark cargo pants, a hea

d efficient. It was a habit drilled into her

the keys to the apartment. This place w

her past life, she had spent every single cent buying a massive house for Ryan

de of the bed and looked

something incoherent, a relaxed sm

eved the world would always s

, her eyes turning as cold as ice. "Because from

om. She opened the front door, stepped into the hallway, and let the

he bedroom, warming the sheets. Ryan groane

against the empty

ight light. He expected to smell the scent

m door, waiting to hand him his breakfast wi

voice thick with sleep. "Whe

The apartment was

his legs, legs that were perfectly he

ge of the bed and walked

o?" he muttered,

e machine was cold. He walked over to the ent

gone. Even the designer handbag she

he apartment without telling him. She never did anything without a

s phone and di

ve dialed is no l

the hell?" he muttered. He tried dialing again, bu

his call; she had comple

s. Half of the clothes were gone. All of her sturdy gear, her p

ustling city street, a loud

screen popped up befo

omplete: First

ed: Spatial Stora

ss her face as she looked at t