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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devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)

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

My alarm woke me up before I was ready, but who was ever really ready to wake up in the first place?

I refused to hit the snooze button. Instead, I rolled off the couch and headed to the kitchen to make myself a chai tea latte.

Coffee was okay, tea was better, chai tea lattes were the best, and energy drinks were crack.

I would be drinking at least two of them on my double today. Tonight… whatever time it was.

Satisfied that my pick-me-up was brewing in the single-serve coffee maker, I went into the bathroom and washed my face.

There was no point in taking a shower before work. Even if I was worried that someone would be able to smell me, I had the hazmat suit to cover up any body odor and greasy hair. I guess the best part of the last three months and having to wear that suit was that I had yet to have anyone see me having a bad hair day.

Dead Bodies Don't Just Walk Away