Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Uncle Nate, still feeling guilty

10 seconds later, the door swung open slowly. A young woman looking no more than 17 stood there. Joanna’s brow furrowed slightly; didn’t Mrs. Klein live alone? Suspicion crept in, but Joanna kept her expression neutral as she introduced herself and offered the bag of groceries.

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The girl introduced herself as Willow and explained that Mrs. Klein was her grandmother. Last night, Willow and her parents had set out across the city to rescue the elderly woman, but her parents were killed by zombies along the way. Willow had barely made it here alive. Shaking, the teenager invited Joanna inside for safety.

Stepping into the apartment, Joanna saw Mrs. Klein lying on the sofa. The elderly woman had a dangerously high fever, flushed skin, and shallow breathing. Willow explained that she had been caring for, her grandmother all night, but the older woman refused to wake up.

Joanna stepped closer to the sofa, setting the grocery bag down on a nearby coffee table. She carefully inspected the elderly woman’s exposed skin, checking her arms, neck, and face. There were no obvious tears in her clothes, no blood, and no signs of teeth marks or scratches.

Turning back to the anxious teenager, Joanna kept her voice calm but direct. “There are no visible wounds, which is a good sign. Right now, your grandmother is likely suffering from one of two things: a hidden zombie infection, or an awakening fever.”

“It means her body is changing,” Joanna said simply. “If it’s an awakening fever, she is adapting to the new world and will wake up with a special power. If it’s the infection, she won’t survive it. We just have to watch her closely and wait.”

Joanna reached into her backpack, pretending to rummage around while actually pulling a large container from her pocket dimension. Inside was the rejuvenating spring water from her spiritual spring.

“Give this to your grandma,” Joanna said, handing it over. “It’s… uhh… electrolytes.”

Willow took the container, her shoulders shaking as she suddenly broke down crying. “I don’t have any family left if Nana dies too,” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.

Remembering similar, tragic scenes from her prophetic dream, Joanna patted Willow’s shoulder awkwardly.

“Look, I am her neighbor, and while I don’t know her, this apocalypse is only going to get worse,” Joanna said bluntly, her tone a mix of practicality and empathy. “I can send up some of my people to keep an eye out for you and help monitor her. But it’s the apocalypse. You need to stay strong if you want to survive.”

Joanna picked up the reusable grocery bag, walked over to the kitchen counter, and set the food down. Opening the refrigerator, she was surprised to find it packed. It turned out Mrs. Klein actually had a lot of food; the shelves were lined with neatly packed jars, showing she canned food just like Jolie did.

Turning back around, Joanna noticed Willow still staring blankly, clearly trapped in a state of shock.

“I’m going to send some people from my team up here to help look after your grandmother so you can get some rest,” Joanna told her gently but firmly. “You look like you’re running on fumes. My… family is in 1B and 2A if you need anything.”

Joanna left the quiet apartment and headed back downstairs, finding all of the team gathered in the second- floor unit. She quickly explained the situation about Mrs. Klein’s high fever, her granddaughter Willow, and

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Chapter 110 Uncle Nate, still feeling guilty

the tragic loss of Willow’s parents.

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le Nate, still feeling guilty about chasing the poor elderly woman earlier, immediately spoke up. “I can take care of her,” he offered. “I can coordinate with Ryan and Danielle to take shifts, look after Willow, and keep an eye on Mrs. Klein.”

Uncle Nate left immediately, heading upstairs to make amends and watch over apartment 3B. Once the door closed, Joanna turned back to her core team-Jake, Jolie, Rachel, Allen, Julian, Raven, and their corgi, Titan, who sat alertly by Raven’s side. Her face was dead serious, the lingering warmth from lunch completely gone.

“I think the timeline is shifting from my dream,” Joanna said in a flat tone. “The whole city is done for a lot sooner than I thought. If that is the trend, I need to tell you what’s coming next.”

The group crowded around her, Titan letting out a soft, low whine as the air in the room grew heavy with the weight of her words.

“This region is going to have a tsunami wiping out all coastal cities,” Joanna stated flatly. “In my dream, it happened a few weeks after the outbreak, but who knows when it hits now. Fortunately, our first safehouse is completely out of the flood zone.”

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