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

"Doc! You're back," smiled the fighter as Rip carried me into his cage.

We were still playing the game that I couldn't function on my own, but Rip made sure that I had at least one Reaver a week to snack on.

I hadn't gained any weight yet and still looked like a walking skeleton, however, inside of our little cabin, I was thriving.

"Maybe if you would stop getting hurt inside the pit, we wouldn't have to be here," grumbled Rip after I remained silent.

I hadn't looked at the fighter since the first time I had healed him; there was no point in knowing someone who was going to die soon.

Mind you, that military dude from before was still holding on, and he had been here almost as long as I had been.

Making Rip Jealous