Apocalypse Protocol: The Ghost Hounds
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The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I'd already won.
Three months. The aurora pulse was still three months out, and I had already died once.
Last time I watched my squad fall one by one, and in the end I dragged a temporal aberration down with me — I didn't even get to close my eyes. This time it's different. My quantum folding talent is still here, and the space inside it is already packed with grain, oil, salt, sugar, heavy-oil generators, water purifiers, and enough weapons and ammunition to fight a war.
So I went and found every last one of my old teammates.
I told them the truth. I told them how to survive. I told them the exact day this world falls apart. The night the aurora came down, all of us awakened — not one of us turned. In the last life, that never happened.
This time we have mutated beasts. We have mutated plants. We have a crew that climbed out of a pile of corpses and will not go quietly again.
But the end of the world was never just about aberrations.
The cannibals, the corpse-farmers, the ones running human experiments, the ones crowning themselves kings over the rubble — not a single one of them gets away.
And of all the enemies out there, the one hardest to kill is said to be able to rewind time and see what's coming.
It's on its way to us.
Three months. The aurora pulse was still three months out, and I had already died once.
Last time I watched my squad fall one by one, and in the end I dragged a temporal aberration down with me — I didn't even get to close my eyes. This time it's different. My quantum folding talent is still here, and the space inside it is already packed with grain, oil, salt, sugar, heavy-oil generators, water purifiers, and enough weapons and ammunition to fight a war.
So I went and found every last one of my old teammates.
I told them the truth. I told them how to survive. I told them the exact day this world falls apart. The night the aurora came down, all of us awakened — not one of us turned. In the last life, that never happened.
This time we have mutated beasts. We have mutated plants. We have a crew that climbed out of a pile of corpses and will not go quietly again.
But the end of the world was never just about aberrations.
The cannibals, the corpse-farmers, the ones running human experiments, the ones crowning themselves kings over the rubble — not a single one of them gets away.
And of all the enemies out there, the one hardest to kill is said to be able to rewind time and see what's coming.
It's on its way to us.


















































