webnovel

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
Peringkat tidak cukup
372 Chs

One Thing At A Time

A week had passed since we had left the military base with the Alpha still hanging from the cage I had made. I would love to say that we had all been productive, that the people we brought with us were already planting fields and tearing down buildings, but that would have been a lie.

A fucking week had passed since we arrived at the outside of City D and took our first breath of freedom. Not like they weren't free in City A, but with the rings and how everything had been laid out, this was a much different feeling.

Honestly, a week sounds like a long time. Seven days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, and I have no idea how many seconds. And in that week, we did nothing. The majority of us didn't even leave our rooms in the hotel except to use the outhouse that one of the earth power users had dug for us. 

We slept, we cooked what food we had, and we nodded to our neighbors, getting to know one another without fear guiding our every move.