Devilbesideyou666

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

The next three and half years seemed to fly by for everyone else, but I felt like I was stuck in one of those montage moments where everyone was on fast forward but me.

While Bai Long Qiang thrived in the military, I only saw him maybe once a year, if I was lucky. Only the little red dot on my phone app let me know he was alive when I needed a little reassurance.

The idea of an eight year old in medical school quickly wore off and I was seen as nothing more than competition… and a punching bag. Internships came and went, and as I predicted, no one wanted a child in their hospital "playing dress up as a doctor."

By the time I was twelve, I had been turned down by all of the major hospitals in Country K and most of the minor ones, too. I might have had the best marks in the university, but no one was willing to take a chance on me in the real world.

Leaving City D