Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 The storage space can support live animals

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Shaking her head to clear the absurdity of the moment, she hurried back to the bush. She gathered the shivering corgi up into her arms after a few more minutes of coaxing, wrapping it tightly inside her jacket. Looking at the pathetic, soaking-wet ball of fur, she made a quick decision. She couldn’t keep him out here in the truck while Julian played lightning rod. She would put him in her pocket dimension’s personal storage space for now and see how he did.

With a focused thought, Joanna activated the portal to her storage dimension. Holding the dog close, she hopped right into the space, stepping out of the roaring storm and into the quiet, warm open expanse of her personal sanctuary.

The corgi immediately stopped shivering, its head popping out of her jacket as it realized the terrifying wind and rain had vanished. It looked shocked, its tail giving a tentative thump against her arm, clearly thrilled to be out of the weather but also wondering what just happened.

Seeing how tense the dog was, Joanna carried him straight over to her house situated within the dimension. She walked inside and immediately set to work, grabbing a pile of thick, plush towels and a heavy fleece blanket to set up a comfortable, makeshift bed in the corner of the living room. She gently lowered the corgi onto the nest.

Reaching into her inventory, she pulled out a proper bowl, filling it to the brim with fresh, clean spring water. Next to it, she set down a generous portion of perfectly preserved, warm meat.

“There you go, buddy,” Joanna murmured softly, scratching behind his large, floppy ears. “You’re safe now. Just rest.”

The dog gave her hand one small grateful lick before digging into the food, finally safe from the end of the world outside. Looking closely at the dog Joanna realized it might be closer to a puppy though and shrugged. Satisfied, Joanna turned back toward the exit, preparing to go check if her overgrown corporate billionaire had managed to get himself struck yet.

Watching the matted, exhausted little corgi comfortably drift into sleep on the plush fleece bed, Joanna stood with her arms crossed, utterly surprised. Her pocket dimension was acting precisely like a self- sustaining microcosm. According to her memories of the system, upgrading the storage space was only supposed to expand its capacity and eventually allow blood partners to cross the threshold safely. She had no idea the dimensional laws would expand to accommodate living animals, too.

The fact that the dog wasn’t suffocating or instantly frozen in stasis meant the space was actively generating breathable air and maintaining a stable temperature. It was a massive revelation.

A sharp pang of regret hit her as she glanced out toward the edge of the property inside the space. She remembered the small pond she had meticulously dug out weeks ago, intending to seed it with freshwater fish and shrimp as an experimental food supply. When they failed to survive the initial transfer, she had assumed the dimension was entirely hostile to farm life. Overwhelmed by the collapsing grid, the spreading virus, and the endless prep work, she had simply pushed the failed experiment to the back of her mind, chalking it up to a limitation of the current tier. But this starving dog was napping and alive. The fish hadn’t died because the dimension was dead; they had died because she hadn’t upgraded the space enough at the time to support other biological life. Now, it was ready.

Joanna exited the pocket dimension with a quiet pop, instantly returning to the freezing, muddy reality of the mountaintop truck. The storm roared around her, but her mind was already calculating the next move. She pulled out her phone and rapidly fired off a text to Jolie.

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Chapter 70 The storage space can support live animals

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New development. The storage space can support live animals. Grab several breeding pairs of farm animals right now.

Rickens, goats, pigs, dairy cows-whatever is available before the panic locks down the supply chains.

Before Jolie could reply, Joanna added another directive.

Don’t just get the livestock. Secure heavy-duty fencing, automatic waterers, incubators, and basic husbandry equipment. We need feed, veterinary medicine, and shearing tools. I should build a functioning farm in here while we still have access to retail supplies. Oh….and buy a ton of dog food too.

Her phone buzzed almost instantly. Jolie’s text was a mix of frantic disbelief and military efficiency. Live animals? Are you serious? Joanna, the logistics of hauling a zoo right now are insane, but I’ll make it happen. I know a couple of commercial feed stores and a private livestock auction on the state line.

Joanna text back and forth with her for a few minutes, coordinating delivery routes to the warehouses, now that the warehouses were cleared out.

Just get them to the warehouse by tomorrow night, Joanna typed, her fingers flying across the screen. I’ll handle the logistics of transferring them into the space-

She abruptly stopped typing.

Through the thick, rain-slicked trees at the edge of the precipice, a blinding, colossal bolt of lightning cracked violently through the sky, tearing through the dark clouds with a deafening, earth-shattering boom that rattled the heavy truck’s chassis. The sheer force of the static charge made the hairs on Joanna’s arms stand straight up. The light was so bright it momentarily turned the bleak gray mountain into a harsh, neon-white landscape.

Joanna dropped her phone into her lap, her eyes wide as she stared at the scorched trail left in the atmosphere.

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