Apocalypse Rebirth: Reclaiming My Infinite Space

From the back cover

I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.

But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.

As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.

Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.

Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.

I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.

They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.

I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.

Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?

Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.

I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.

It was exactly three days before the world ended.

When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.

"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."

This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.