Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 25

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Jolie was well-accustomed to Joanna’s sudden bouts of exhaustion. While she didn’t know exactly what Joanna did behind closed doors, she knew the routine by heart: it was always quiet, and she was never, under any circumstances, to disturb Joanna when she retreated to her bedroom.

Joanna walked into her room, locked the door, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Breathing deeply, she pushed her remaining mental strength to enter her storage realm. Because she was so fatigued, the transition took much longer than usual, but her consciousness finally broke through.

Inside the space, the newly acquired shipping container sat exactly where she had positioned it. She nodded in satisfaction. At least it went where she wanted it to go. Dragging her heavy feet, she peeled off her clothes and stumbled into the warm, glowing waters of her spirit pond.

She scooped up a few handfuls of the water and drank deeply, feeling her mind slowly begin to clear. The soothing energy of the spring wrapped around her like a blanket, and without even realizing it, Joanna drifted into a deep sleep right there in the pool.

The darkness of sleep gave way to a sudden, vivid dream.

This time, the vision showed her a large, heavily muscular man. His face was cold, sharp, and currently twisted in an expression of raw, agonizing grief. He was collapsed against a shattered doorframe, sweat and blood mixing on his skin.

Joanna’s perspective pulled back, floating out into a dark, damp alleyway. Rain was pouring down in sheets, misting the air. She heard the man rasp out a broken, desperate plea: “No… stay away from…”

His voice trailed off. He passed out cold, slumping onto the wet pavement.

Joanna’s viewpoint shifted across the shadow-drenched alley. Two men wearing leather jackets were bent over a small, still figure on the ground. Hidden by the darkness, Joanna couldn’t make out the child’s face.

One of the men sneered, glancing back at the unconscious muscular man. “Get rid of him. If he survives, he’ll definitely come after us. Kill him. I’ll take the girl-she should be worth a fortune on the market.”

The first man drew a long knife and stalked toward the defenseless, passed-out figure. Just as the blade flashed in the dark, a faint, ghostly voice whispered through the wind: “… Raven.”

Joanna jolted awake, gasping for air.

She groggily looked around, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was still floating in the

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spring, her limbs chilled from the long soak. She had no idea what time it was. This was the very first time she had ever fallen asleep inside her space.

As she climbed out of the water, she noticed that the crushing weight of her exhaustion was entirely gone. She felt fantastic, energized, and sharp. Yet, the imagery of the strange dream. lingered in her mind. She tried to make sense of it, but failed; she had never met or seen any those people in her past life. It felt entirely real, but she knew it wasn’t one of her own memories. Mentally shrugging it off for now, she got dressed and exited the spatial realm.

Checking her phone back in her bedroom, she was shocked to see that six hours had passed. It was already evening. Among her notifications was a text message from Rachel, sent an hour prior:

‘Giving you the early details for the Friday dock arrival. Before we prep the warehouse clearance, I need to know your budget. How much money are you willing to spend on the uncut jade?’

Joanna thought back to her storage space. She hated burning through so much cash on raw jewels, but leveling up her spatial power was her absolute top priority right now. If she could expand her capacity to bring in multiple large shipping containers effortlessly, she would be unstoppable once the apocalypse started. Wholesale looting would be a breeze.

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You could simply never have too many supplies. She already had enough to live comfortably by herself in this lifetime, but she wasn’t planning on surviving alone. Caring for hundreds of people in a future base? That was a death sentence unless she hoarded an astronomical amount of resources right now.

She typed back a direct response: ‘5 million.’

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