Reborn As My Sister After the Fall
I wasn’t meant to live.
But she wasn’t meant to die.
Two sisters. One body. Together, we survive.
The world didn’t end with fire or war. It ended with silence—slow, creeping decay that no one could stop.
First, the food spoiled. Then the water turned. Then the air itself grew toxic, thick with ash and sickness. When the economy collapsed, humanity followed.
Then came the infection. Skin gray, veins black, minds fractured. You could smell it before you saw it—the stench of flesh refusing to die. They weren’t corpses. They were people—still breathing, thinking, but twisted by hunger and rage.
Rumor had it the government was working on a cure. Volunteers lined up, desperate for salvation. Soldiers were “volunteered” without a choice. But the cure didn’t heal. It evolved. What they created was worse—fast, brutal, intelligent, organized. A new breed of infected that turned against its creators and the world that betrayed them.
When the crash came, my sister and I were running from it all. We’d made it miles outside the city before the road turned slick and the night exploded into metal and flame.
When I opened my eyes, I was still in the car—smoke everywhere, the taste of blood thick in my mouth. My sister sat beside me, hands limp on the wheel. Her eyes were open. Her lips parted, as if about to say my name. But she was gone.
I didn’t have to touch her to know it.
She was dead.
And as the cold crept through my body, I felt it—the slow pull of my own heartbeat fading, the world narrowing to a pinprick of light.
Then I died too.
Until I didn’t.
When I woke again, everything was wrong. The air smelled sharper, my vision clearer. My reflection—hers. My voice—hers. I was alive. But not in my body.
I was alive in hers.
At first, I thought it was a shock, grief, and then insanity. Some twisted hallucination brought on by trauma. But then I felt her inside me. Not just memories—her. Her thoughts. Her instincts. Her strength.
My sister had always been the quiet one, the gentle one. But this voice in my head? It was something else. Commanding. Ruthless. Capable of killing without hesitation.
And that’s what we needed to survive.
Now I walk the wastelands wearing her face, stalked by her whispers, pushing me to survive. Every day is a choice between hiding and fighting, between clinging to the girl I was—or becoming the weapon she’s trying to turn me into.
No one is innocent anymore.
No one is safe.
And in the ruins of what’s left of humanity, love and guilt are the only things strong enough to make you fight one more day.
Reborn As My Sister: After the Fall is a visceral, heart-stopping post-apocalyptic thriller about identity, sacrifice, and what it means to survive when survival itself demands you become something else
