The Heatwave Apocalypse: My Secret Bunker Chapter 2

I never imagined that the roommates I'd lived with for four years, people I was about to graduate with, could harbor such evil.

I banged on the door, screaming their names.

"Chloe! Sarah! Say something! Open the door, please!"

But they kept their heads down, scrolling on their phones like I didn't exist. Not a single person looked up.

I deeply regretted not moving out sooner.

The temperature kept climbing. I looked outside. The sun was blinding, but a strange fog covered the ground, obscuring everything.

A loud bang echoed from below. I squinted—an electric scooter parked outside the next building had exploded from the heat.

I grabbed a clothes hanger and tried to smash the glass door. If I could break it, I might survive.

But no matter how hard I hit, the glass didn't even crack.

I smashed until I was exhausted and soaked in sweat.

The oxygen on the balcony was thinning. I tried to crack open the outer window for air, but the moment I did, a wave of heat hit me like a physical blow.

I felt like I was being boiled alive.

The air was too hot to breathe.

Lisa's voice came from inside. "Hey, didn't you say not to open the windows for ventilation? What are you doing?"

I tried to turn my head to look at her face, but I had no strength left. I collapsed, dehydrated.

Before I blacked out completely, I heard Lisa say to the others, "Don't worry, she's faking it. Just trying to trick us into opening the door."

I watched the world spin and distort. People fighting for water, corpses drying in the sun.

Social order collapsed. People killed for a sip of water.

I don't know how long passed before I opened my eyes again.

The burning sensation was gone, replaced by the cool comfort of my blanket.

I grabbed my phone. Was it all a dream?

I climbed out of bed carefully. Lisa was sitting in her chair, gaming.

Seeing me, she shot me a nasty look.

"Jenna, can I open the window? It's stuffy in here."

The exact same words. I checked the date: July 20, 2025. I was reborn, back before I died.

I didn't try to reason with her this time. I tossed the AC remote at her.

"Whatever. Open it if you want. Don't ask me."

Lisa looked surprised, then grabbed the remote, turned off the AC, and ran to open the balcony door.

The moment she opened it, she screamed.

"Holy sh*t! Why is it so hot outside?!"

The others, hearing her, put down their phones and walked to the balcony.

"It's roasting. Why is this summer so hot?"

"This isn't normal. Let's not go out for hotpot at noon. Let's just order delivery."

Lisa nodded. "Yeah, I'll call the restaurant and cancel the reservation."

I looked at them. When did they plan a hotpot lunch behind my back?

Maybe realizing something, they suddenly turned to look at me.

Chloe said awkwardly, "Jenna, you've been so busy with grad school stuff, we thought you wouldn't have time to eat, so we didn't ask."