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Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up in a body that wasn't yours? A much, much younger body? I can't say that I had ever given it much thought. That was until one night when a patient entered the ER where I was working at and shot me point blank in the head. You know, if he wanted a second opinion, all he had to do was ask. But that's besides the point... Some how, some way, I work up in a strange hospital with a woman that looked suspiciously like my mother holding my hand and crying. Over joyed to see her, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer the 25 year old, successful doctor at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Nope, I was a 6 year old girl that for a moment... wanted her mother. When the apocalypse comes, it is everyone for themselves. I have three choices: do I fight for what I want? Will I run away and hide, or will I freeze when the demons of my past come back to haunt me? You might know me as the Healer, but this is my story to tell. ------ Fight, Flight, or Freeze is the second novel in the Rebirth in the Apocalypse series, this time featuring the Healer: Wang Tian Mu and her men. You won't have to read the first one to be able to understand this one, and she is not going to stay a child for the whole thing. Li Dai Lu and her guys will be popping in occasionally, but this is strictly Wang Tian Mu's story! I hope you enjoy! Other Novels: Rebirth in the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Dancing With Monsters (Ongoing) As Silent As A Mouse (Ongoing) Find me on Discord: devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)

Devilbesideyou666 · Sci-fi
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Fuck My Life

The woman on top of the cage, the one that knew me in my past life, cocked her head to the side and studied me as I ate my chocolate bar.

 

There was something very disconcerting to have someone staring at you as you ate. I knew my hands were dirty and my manners weren't the best, but still, she didn't need to look at me like that.

 

I felt enough like an experiment in a cage; I didn't need her adding to it.

 

"Don't you want to get out?" she asked like she couldn't believe I was still happily lying in my cage.

 

I mean, I wasn't overjoyed at it. But the fact that so many things were going on outside of it that were out of my control, my cage felt safe…

 

Known…

 

No one could grab me and carry me off because I was in my cage.

 

No one could hurt me because I was in my cage.

 

The world made sense because I was in my cage.