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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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Something Is Coming

I stared out the window in the kitchen as the camp was hit by a bad snowstorm, the windows on the north side of the house starting to ice over.

 

Unable to stop my smile, I watched the snowflakes dancing in the air like we were caught in a snow globe.

 

Snow like this used to drive me crazy when I was living in Toronto. It was sticky and heavy, great for building forts and snowmen, but almost impossible to shovel without putting out your back.

 

"Do you have any chocolate bars left?" I asked, knowing that Rip was right behind me. I wanted a glass of hot chocolate, but without milk, it wouldn't taste the same.

 

I had milk and hot chocolate mix in the bunkers, but that didn't do me any good when I was half a country away.

 

"I do," muttered Rip as he reached over top of my head and opened a cupboard. He grabbed the first chocolate bar he could find, but I held his arm, making him freeze.