Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.

White sat up immediately upon hearing her voice. He turned his head, saw her and made a squeaking sound. Then, he jumped from the bed and threw himself in her hands. The cub greeted her with an endless purr; his body vibrated with relief. It pressed itself against her chest as if afraid that she would leave again.

"It's alright White." Sunshine whispered, "I am not going anywhere. What do you say we go and keep Castiel company for the night?"

He squeaked. It was hard to tell if that was a yes or no.

"I will assume you have said yes and expressed how much you missed me while I was gone." She picked up one of the blankets and wrapped him in it. Slowly, she walked out of there with a lot of people gazing at her with wondrous or horrified looks on their faces. "Now let's discuss the fact that you stole your aunt Nimo's coconut bean. Do you think that I did not notice?"

White covered his eyes.

She laughed. "I will not raise thieves in my house White, no more coconut bean swiping."

She continued laying down the rules of the house as they walked to the medic bay. Sunshine did not know if the bear could understand her, but she knew he was smarter than most animals on earth.

They joined the others in Castiel's room. Extra beds had been added in there. Earl and Ariel slept in one and Hades curled in another. The kids were already asleep.

She placed White next to Hades and the bear refused to remain there.

"Mommy's bear I guess." He said.

She chuckled and slid in bed beside Castiel. After some rearranging, she cuddled Cass and White successfully. Then, she inhaled the scent of Castiel's grape scented hair and let exhaustion take her into dreamland.

****

Fort Zenith

Moon sat on a chair in her family's room; her dark eyes fixed on the mild cracks in the stone wall like as if they had pieces of her secret strategy to make sure that Leah suffered. For a long time, all she had were dreams.

Her life had not become easier with the time that passed. She had become more and more invisible. She often lay awake at night staring at the ceiling and imagining the sound of Leah's tears. It was the same this night.

Moon did not want Leah dead__not yet anyway. Death was too merciful for all the torture that the woman had put her through. No, she wanted to see her broken, to teach her the full meaning of the word pain.

It had taken a while, but her patience had paid off, her plan was finally in motion. Moon crossed one leg over the other and let out a short sigh, one of mild satisfaction.

Her plan had been simple. With the knowledge of her past life, she knew which of the mutated plants were poisonous. While some killed instantly, others only became poisonous when eaten along with other foods, those were best when ones to use when one needed an alibi. And she needed one.

The people at Zenith camp did not know it just yet but most of the mutated plants and grass on the base were poisonous. She could not use a gun or a blade but poisons that they were ignorant about, in her hands that was better than the sharpest blade.

The opportunity had come three days ago. A perfect accident. She had slipped into the camp's kitchen before dawn, her body moving with the skill of someone who had done this before.

Most people had been asleep, afraid of the cold. They had not yet figured out that someone could stay outside for more than four hours. This was what helped her the most.

The three workers in the kitchen had been asleep when she sneaked in. A pot of porridge had been simmering gently on the fire, filling the air with its bland sweetness.

Moon's hands had trembled as she crushed a dried mutated root, its bitter smile scent burning her nose. She had not cared who ate it, a leader, a guard, a child. All that mattered was her achieving her goal. She had smiled as she mixed the poison in the porridge, tasting the victory already.

The unlucky victim of the poisoned porridge was Chef Eva. As the head chef on duty that morning, it was her job to taste the porridge and make sure it was well cooked.

Moon had been keeping up her exercise routine even in the winter where others stopped or opted to do it from indoors. That is why it was not suspicious for her to be seen outside around the base at that time.

She had even encouraged her mother to work out with her, even if it was just for ten minutes daily so sometimes, Rowena was also seen outside, jogging with her daughter.

Moon had been pretending to stretch as she watched from outside and witnessed the woman slumping a few minutes later, clutching her stomach. The sound of retching had filled the air, harsh and ugly.

Naturally, she was the first to scream for help. By the time the others rushed to help, Chef Eva was almost dead. She still had enough strength to tell them that something was wrong with the porridge.

The porridge had been discarded immediately.

Then came the opportunity she had been waiting for. In the kitchen a temporary replacement for the chef was needed. Moon had pushed her mother to go for it.

Rowena had frowned, failing to understand why her daughter was volunteering her for the role. She did not want to work in the kitchen. Cooking for the big population on the base was not a walk in the park.

Moon had insisted that it was easy work and would get them noticed by the leaders. Her mother had accepted reluctantly.

Her mother had got the job as a cook, but the problem was that it was temporary. For three days now, Cook Eva had not been pronounced dead, if she miraculously woke up that meant that Rowena would lose the job.

Those were the thoughts on Moon's mind as she went to bed. Come morning, she was done waiting.

Moon was not going to leave anything to chance.

She started with her daily jogging session and then cried out when she saw her father and two other superhumans.

They carried her into the clinic. Her lips were pale, and she was clutching her stomach, complaining of nausea. "Doctor please do not let me die." She begged.

She had swallowed a small dose of the poison she had used in the porridge. Just enough to make herself weak but not strong enough to kill her.

The doctors rushed and admitted her in the general ward where beds where only separated by thin curtains.

Her father and his teammates went to sign out after being on night patrol. They left her with the doctors.

Once the doctors also left, Moon lost all pretense and got down from the bed. She pretended to be in search of a bathroom and located chef Eva's whereabouts.

The hospital was crowded and loud, a lot of fevers and other illnesses were going around. It was easy to blend in and locate the chef.

She was alone in a room, life hanging on by a thread. Machines were supporting her for now, but the plug would be pulled in a week.

But Moon was worried the woman would awaken or survive and she could not risk that happening.

Her heart hammered as she took out a leaf from her sleeve, its veins swollen with a black liquid. She crushed it between her fingers until the sap oozed.

Without hesitation, she pried Eva's mouth open and squeezed the liquid in.

Moon's heart filled with dark thrill; she folded her lips to mask her smile. She wanted to stay and savor every moment, but she stumbled out and blended into the crowd again.

Less than a minute later, the machines screamed. The doctors to the room, backing orders.

Moon, who was coming from the bathroom leaned against the wall, clutching her stomach, the perfect image of a sick girl who was just as curious as everyone about what was causing panic.

She followed some curious people to the hallway outside and peeked inside.

"Time of death, 8:49 am." A doctor announced.

She lowered her face and smiled stealthily. Then, she slowly walked back to the bed, wincing and moaning.

Two nurses helped her back to the bed and she fought with all her being not to burst into triumphant laughter.