Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Unknown new strain of virus had just landed in the country

The next day, the heavy weight of what was to come drove the team to push themselves harder than ever. Everyone gathered for an intense training session, with the sole exception of Julian and Uncle Nathan, who remained isolated so Julian could continue his recovery. As Joanna watched her team spar and run drills, she was astonished by their progress. In just one week, the spatial spring water had visibly accelerated their growth, making everyone noticeably stronger, faster, and more resilient.

After a brutal round of combat training, the team headed upstairs to the men’s apartment to check on Julian. He sat up in bed, mostly quiet as he listened to their banter, but he was already looking significantly healthier than the day before, a faint color returning to his cheeks.

Later that afternoon, the team shifted gears, working on preservation by canning a massive harvest of vegetables that Joanna had brought from her spatial dimension. The kitchen was filled with the rhythmic clinking of glass jars until the door suddenly burst open.

Jolie sprinted into the apartment, her face flushed and her eyes wide with shock. “Everyone, look at the news right now!” she breathed, her voice shaking.

She rushed over to the main television and clicked it on. The screen flashed with breaking news banners. A somber-faced anchor announced that several cases of a highly aggressive, completely unknown new strain of virus had just landed in the country. The broadcast described victims experiencing sudden dizziness, profound weakness, and severe flu-like symptoms. While medical officials admitted they had zero concrete information on the pathogen yet, citizens were urgently advised to wear masks and strictly avoid contact with anyone showing signs of illness.

An oppressive silence fell over the room, so absolute that it felt as if all the air had been violently sucked out. The playful, domestic comfort of canning vegetables vanished in a heartbeat. It finally, truly hit the entire team: the apocalypse had officially started.

Joanna walked slowly over to the window, her expression completely stoic as she stared out at the peaceful, sunlit world below, knowing with absolute certainty that this fragile peace was about to shatter.

Behind her, Rachel spoke up, her voice a small, trembling whisper that cut through the quiet room. “Boss… how long until it reaches here?”

Joanna didn’t turn around. She kept her eyes fixed on the city streets outside as she answered flatly, “I am not sure, because the timeline has moved up. Thanksgiving isn’t for another few weeks. In my past memory, the outbreak wasn’t supposed to show up in our country until the actual week of Thanksgiving. But since this city is so close to the coast, we are right in the impact zone. This is one of the first spots it destroys.”

While the heavy silence hung over the main room, Julian slowly slid his legs out of bed. His face was pale but determined. Catching his uncle’s eye, he gave a slight, sharp jerk of his head signaling for Uncle Nathan to come to him. Intuiting the gravity of the moment, Uncle Nathan came over.

They stood in the shadows of the corner, whispering in hushed, urgent tones while the rest of the team remained focused on the television and the boxes of supplies in the main living space.

“Uncle Nate, you need to listen to me very carefully,” Julian whispered, his eyes locked onto his uncle’s. “Everything happening on that screen… Joanna predicted it. All of it. Months ago, she approached me and told me an apocalypse was coming. She knew about the virus, she knew how the world would fall apart, and she even knew that I was going to be targeted and electrocuted. We’ve been preparing for this from the very start.”

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Chapter 77 Unknown new strain of virus had just landed in the country

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Uncle Nathan stared at his nephew, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes darted toward the door where ma stood by the window, then back to Julian. The sheer absurdity of the claim would have made him laugh a week ago, but looking at Julian’s dead-serious expression-and seeing how hard this group of people were training and prepping-the pieces suddenly clicked together. He gave a slow, staggered nod, absorbing the terrifying truth in silence.

Out in the living room, the initial shock began to warp into a tensc, volatile energy. Allen, his face darkened with a sullen, angry scowl, slammed a heavy crate of canning jars onto the counter. The loud thud drew everyone’s eyes away from the television.

“Alright, enough staring at the glass screen like we’re already dead,” Allen growled, his voice laced with a fierce, defiant edge that cut right through the panic. “So the timeline moved up. So what? We’ve been breaking our backs training for weeks. We’ve got the food, we’ve got the plans, and we have the Boss. No pathetic, invisible virus is going to take this team down. We are survivalists, not victims.”

His sudden, angry outburst acted like a spark in a dry forest. The heavy, suffocating atmosphere broke instantly.

“Damn right,” Jake barked, a fierce grin breaking across his face as he slammed a fist into his palm. “Let the rest of the world panic. We’re ready for whatever walks through that door.”

“We’ve got each other’s backs,” Raven added, her eyes flashing with renewed focus as she reached for another batch of vegetables. Rachel wiped a tear from her cheek, nodding firmly as she stepped up beside her. Within seconds, the team was moving again, their voices rising in fierce encouragement, transforming their fear into pure, unyielding resolve.

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