Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 The Leader Of The Progeny

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The shockwave of the detonation chased Joanna out of the warehouse. She didn’t look back. Reaching into the fabric of space, she pulled herself forward, folding reality to snap across the street into a derelict brewery.

She materialized in the dim, rusted interior. Moving quietly up a skeletal staircase, she found a second- floor office. It was a graveyard of shattered glass, but it offered a prime view of the chaos below.

The warehouse block was a towering furnace, painting the dawn sky in apocalyptic hues. Panicked shouts from the surviving guards echoed over the roar of the flames.

Suddenly, the scream of a strained engine pierced the noise. An old sedan tore around the corner at breakneck speed. It plowed through a small cluster of zombies, pinning two to the crumpled hood without slowing down.

The car fishtailed, slamming on its brakes in front of the inferno. All four doors flew open. Six people poured out, weapons raised.

Stepping from the passenger seat was a furious woman. She wore a pristine, full-length fur coat that dragged against the ash-covered asphalt-looking wildly, dangerously out of place in the ruins of the world.

Theresa kicked a zombie corpse off the sedan’s hood, her gaze fixed on the burning warehouse. “Water powers, come forward! Hurry and put this out before all our food is burned!” she barked, her voice cutting through the roar of the fire.

Three gaunt, pale men stumbled forward. They looked physically drained, their awakened water powers barely manifest. With trembling hands, they conjured weak streams of murky fluid, splashing uselessly against the towering inferno. Theresa sneered, tightening her grip on a pearl-handled revolver.

Up in the brewery office, Joanna drew back into the shadows. With a flicker of spatial energy, she reached into her pocket dimension and pulled Caleb out into the room.

“Get a read on her,” Joanna whispered, nodding toward the window.

Caleb closed his eyes. Invisible, dreamlike mental threads drifted out into the ash-filled air, anchoring onto the furious woman below. A moment later, his eyes snapped open.

She’s Theresa, Caleb’s voice echoed directly inside Joanna’s mind, heavy and grim. Elliot’s favorite aunt. Once Elliot was fully secured inside the Nightshade base, he was planning to bring her there.

Joanna recoiled, her spine freezing at the mention of Elliot. The name unlocked a violent flood of buried memories-fragments of a sterile room, the smell of antiseptic, and a cold, calculating voice issuing a horrific command.

“Slice her open. I bet the space is tied in there.”

The memory, once a foggy nightmare, suddenly locked into perfect, terrifying focus as Joanna stared down at the woman in the fur coat. The voice didn’t belong to Elliot.

“It was her, Caleb,” Joanna whispered, her chest heaving. “Theresa was the one. She’s the one who thought

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my pocket dimension was tied to my abdomen. She told the scientists to cut me open. Why… why am I only remembering this now?”

Caleb looked at her, his eyes filled with true sorrow. “Because I died in that facility shortly before you did. I wasn’t there to hold your mind together, so I couldn’t show you everything until the trigger was right in front of you.”

Joanna frowned, looking at him. “You were at the Nightshade base?”

Caleb gave a single, solemn nod. His jaw tightened, and Joanna knew right away from the rigid set of his shoulders that he would not talk about it either.

“According to the past timeline, if Jax wasn’t hit so hard by Levi, Elliot would have brougirt her to the base already,” Caleb said, standing beside Joanna in the dusty brewery office.

Below them, Theresa’s screaming grew more frantic. “Water powers, come forward! Hurry and put this out before all our food is burned!”

The weak water-bound users splashed useless streams against the towering inferno, completely failing to tame it. The radiant heat vibrated against the cracked windowpanes.

Joanna tightened her fists. Levi’s brutal strike against Jax had disrupted Elliot’s timeline, delaying Theresa’s arrival at the fortified Nightshade facility. Theresa was completely exposed, cut off from Elliot’s inner circle.

Another woman approached the sedan, walking right up to Theresa. Joanna’s breath hitched. It was Gwen -her own mother.

“Why is Gwen here?” Joanna whispered.

Caleb kept his eyes closed, parsing the dream threads/ “Gwen and Theresa are old school friends. Gwen was the one who reached out to Theresa to sell you to Nightshade base.”

Joanna stiffened with cold fury.

“This timeline changed,” Caleb continued. “Gwen isn’t supposed to be here but Theresa wanted her friend near her to take care of her. Alice recommended her to be left hère.”

Below the window, a gunshot cracked through the air. Theresa lowered her smoking pistol, having just shot one of the weak water-powered humans who stumbled back into the ash.

“Useless dregs!” Theresa screamed, her face contorted with rage.

The loud blast immediately drew a fresh horde of zombies, their guttural groans echoing as they emerged from the surrounding alleys. Theresa spun around, pointing her pearl-handled revolver at the

encroaching undead. “Kill them! Keep them off the car!” she ordered her men.

Up in the office, Joanna watched the chaos erupt. A dark, resolute calm settled over her.

“Caleb, I think it’s time I pay my mother back, don’t you?” Joanna spoke up.

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