Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 61

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Rewe The Apocalypse Dream

Chapter 61 Teleportation

month left Joanna thought a few days later. So much to do, so little time. She wanted to shake Julian off her coattails, but he proved resilient and stubbornly determined. He even transferred ten million dollars to her account as a survival training fee, adding another five million just for food. Jolie grinned from ear to ear staring at the string of zeroes. After that, she fully accepted him onto the team, always cooking extra portions for their high-paying teammate.

The next morning, Joanna stood by the living room window, her eyes fixed on the television screen. The global weather segments were reporting bizarre, unprecedented atmospheric anomalies. Freak low- pressure systems were forming at triple the normal speed, and the news anchor’s voice carried an underlying edge of panic.

She stared down at her hands, a deep realization settling in. The timeline had shifted. Because she had aggressively expanded and upgraded her dimensional storage space in this life, the local space-time fabric probably rippled, pulling the apocalypse forward.

“It’s accelerating,” Joanna muttered, turning sharply to face her team.

She pulled up a radar map on her tablet, pointing to a swirling mass of dark purple ink. “Look here. There a massive, highly localized electrical storm projected to hit the mountain town of Brimstone in just a few days. Julian, isn’t that where your grandmother’s hometown is? Where you wanted to scatter her ashes?”

Julian, leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee, adjusted his sharp gaze. “Yes. Brimstone Peak.”

“The storm is coming early,” Joanna announced, her voice leaving no room for argument. “We don’t have until Thanksgiving. The apocalypse is moving faster than we thought, and we have to adapt right now.”

Joanna clapped her hands, issuing rapid-fire commands. “Jolie, stop ordering online supplies immediately. We don’t have time to wait for shipping. Jake, Allen, I want you to go down to our last two active warehouses. Pack everything up into heavy-duty crates so it’s ready for immediate loading.”

She paused, looking at the stressed, exhausted faces of her friends. Her tone softened slightly. “And one more thing. I want everyone to make a list of their absolute favorite restaurant dishes. Go to those spots, place massive catering orders, and schedule them for pickup exactly four days from now. When I get back, I will store everything. My space freezes time; it will keep the food boiling hot and fresh forever, giving us a taste of comfort when the world goes dark.”

“When you get back?” Rachel asked, her brow furrowing. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving for Brimstone with Julian. We’ll be gone for three to four days,” Joanna said. She took a deep breath, gathering everyone close. “Before I go, I need to let you in on a secret. In the timeline of my… dreams, only five percent of humanity awakens a superpower after the virus hits. The rest either remain ordinary or turn into zombies. Based on what I saw, Julian will unlock devastating electrical manipulation, and Rachel, you will awaken telepathy.”

The room went dead silent.

“What about us?” Allen asked, his voice cracking slightly. Raven, Jolie, and Jake leaned in, their chests tight with anticipation.

Joanna looked at them, her chest aching with a raw, painful honesty. “I don’t know. In my dream, Allen and

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Chapter 61 Teleportation

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Jolie… you didn’t survive the initial outbreak. And I never met Jake or Raven in that dream. I don’t know what your potentials are, but we are changing fate this time.”

“How do the powers work?” Raven asked, breaking the heavy silence.

“Zombies carry crystal cores in their brains,” Joanna explained. “If you have a superpower, you can absorb those cores to level up your strength and abilities. In my past dream, my only power was my dimensional storage space and it was small. But because I managed to upgrade it using emeralds and rare gemstones this time, I can use it as teleportation.”

Before anyone could blink, Joanna stepped forward, focused her mind, and vanished into thin air.

A sharp crack echoed through the room. A second later, she was standing casually by the kitchen stove, three hundred feet away from where she had just been standing.

“I can physically enter my storage space, manipulate the dimensional coordinates, and exit up to three hundred feet away, maybe more.” Joanna said, walking back into the stunned living room. “Furthermore, have a strange spring that has rejuvenating water inside my space. It heals wounds and restores vitality. After drinking and soaking in it, I accidentally awakened a second superpower: physical strength.”

To prove her point, Joanna reached down, grabbed a solid concrete brick used to prop open the balcony door, and squeezed. Her knuckles whitened slightly, and with a sickening crunch, the brick crumbled into fine dust and pebbles, raining down between her fingers.

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