What would you do if you knew the apocalypse would arrive in twenty-four hours? Stockpile a mountain of supplies, reinforce your doors and windows, or spread the news that the end of the world was coming like a madman? Or have a big meal with your family and quietly wait to die beneath a beautiful sunset? I did none of those things. I reported the coming apocalypse to the government. 1 I was reborn. August 6, 2045, was an utterly ordinary day, but it meant everything to me. Simply put, I was trapped in that day. From the moment I opened my eyes, I kept experiencing disasters such as fires, earthquakes, tsunamis, and floods
