Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 356

Chapter 356 Shane

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Judan nodded, entirely too satisfied with himself. “Glacier jumped in after that – froze the road behind the truck to try and stop him, missed, hit a tree instead – and now, somehow, both of them are on their way here. Together. In the one truck Fletcher didn’t manage to ruin.” He took another sip of tea. “To ‘surprise’ you.”

Joanna dropped her face into her hands with a groan. “What if some of Jax’s men show up while they’re gone? They do realize they’re the main defense for Dillon, right? That wasn’t just a suggestion when them there.”

Caleb, still grinning, opened his mouth -and Joanna’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing on him immediately.

“This is on you,” she said, pointing a finger across the table. “You’re the one who told me to let them in ‘They’re a good team, Boss, they’ll behave, Boss.”

Caleb held both hands up in immediate surrender. “In my defense, I meant behave generally. I never claimed anything about truck theft or weaponized ice patches.”

Joanna let out a low growl of frustration, dragging a hand down her face. “No wonder neither of them answered when I asked for a progress update this morning. They were probably mid-argument over who got to steal whose vehicle.”

Julian, entirely unbothered, refilled his tea. “To be fair, the wall really is ahead of schedule.”

“That is not the comfort you think it is, Julian.”

Julian smiled, entirely too pleased with himself. “Don’t worry, Joanna. I already told Briggs to deal with them when they arrive. He’s… motivated. Something about them ‘making a mockery of operational discipline.”

“That poor truck doesn’t stand a chance,” Caleb murmured.

“Neither does Fletcher’s ego,” Julian added.

Joanna pinched the bridge of her nose, deciding that problem could wait until it physically arrived on her doorstep. She turned instead to Caleb. “Speaking of – you finished the dream weaving?”

Caleb’s expression shifted, something careful creeping into it. “I did.”

“Good news, I hope?” Joanna asked, perking up despite herself.

Caleb looked away, guilt written plainly across his face. “Actually – I still don’t know who’s stealing the food reserves.” He held up a hand quickly before she could react. “But I can say with certainty it wasn’t anyone currently on this base.”

Joanna and Julian both went quiet, staring at him for a long beat.

Julian recovered first, setting his cup down slowly. “Well. That’s genuinely good news. I was fully prepared to have to execute someone I actually liked.”

Joanna leaned forward, the relief of not an inside betrayal colliding almost immediately with a far more

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unsettling realization. “That means someone broke into this base. Got past patrols, past guards, into the tunnel system, and out again — without anyone seeing a thing.”

Caleb confirmed grimly.

Joanna’s jaw tightened. “How.”

Caleb hesitated, choosing his next words with visible care. “I don’t know, but I was able to sense ift in the timeline, though. Around the nights the supplies went missing.” His eyes flicked up to meet her something uneasy in them. “Something changed. Recently. Like a variable got introduced that wasnthere before.”

Joanna let out a long, grouchy sigh, dragging both hands down her face. “Sometimes I think you hate me,

Caleb.”

“I really don’t, Boss,” Caleb said patiently, well used to this particular brand of exhaustion by now.

She groaned instead of answering, dropping her forehead onto the table with a dull thunk. Then again. Then a third time, for good measure.

“Why me,” she muttered into the wood grain, voice muffled and thoroughly miserable. “Stupid giant snake. Missing supplies. Mystery poison. Dying moles. Tunnels under my own backyard. Fletcher and Glacier stealing trucks from each other like toddlers-” another thunk, “—and NOW a timeline shift, because apparently the universe looked at my week and said not quite enough yet.”

Julian, entirely too amused, reached over and gently plucked the teacup out of the blast radius before she could knock it over. “To be fair, the tea’s still good.”

“I don’t want the tea, Julian, I want one single day where nothing tries to kill me, steal from me, or complicate my life with ancient insect wars.”

Caleb winced sympathetically. “I could try to find you one. No promises, though. Given everything currently in motion.”

Joanna lifted her head just enough to glare at him, cheek still pressed to the table. “That was not the reassurance I needed.”

“I specialize in timelines, not reassurance,” Caleb said solemnly.

She groaned again and let her head drop back down.

Caleb took a slow sip of tea before answering, choosing his words with obvious care. “Remember your dream – the one where you ended up at the military’s Evercrest Base?” He waited for her nod before continuing. “That base doesn’t exist anymore. In this timeline, without Briggs’ convoy reaching them, ‘Evercrest didn’t survive the winter.”

Joanna’s brow furrowed, already bracing for wherever this was headed.

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