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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)

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Just Ignore It

"Good bitch." The creature in front of me stood up and walked away, and I could hear a crowd of people thanking him as he dropped their food on the ground. 

 

A while later, the gate rattled again, and there was silence. 

 

"You need to eat that," said Ming Zhu as she pointed to the puddle in front of my cage. She was no longer licking it off of the ground but instead sticking her arm through the bars and scooping it up in her hand before bringing it to her mouth. 

 

When she saw me staring at her, she shrugged her shoulders. "They prefer us to lick it off the ground, but once they leave, we can do it this way."

 

"There is no way I can eat that," I replied, pointing to the now pink mixture of some type of grain, twigs, rocks, dirt, spit, and blood. It was a disease waiting to happen, and I would rather starve than have a single speck in my mouth.