Replay: Reboot

By K. Weikel

"Everyone here has their own secrets, and some of them could potentially be deadly."

At first, you believe you've been kidnapped again, but that bullet... You should have died. You should be dead. Yet here you are, breathing. Luckily, you have Karika this time to help you muddle through the fog of your mind... but what about the others? Can you trust these strangers with your life? There's something off about all of them, but you can't place your finger on it. What secrets are lurking behind these stranger's eyes, and could they be a threat to your life?

Most definitely.

| BOOK 2 IN THE REPLAY SERIES

• Language: English
• Publisher: K. Weikel Publishing
• Release date: Jan 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463973387

K. Weikel

K. Weikel uses her three-dimensional characters to tell stories of life and adventure and magic."The One-Hundred" won the Wattys Award in 2015 and has reached over two million reads. Weikel has also won the 2017 Writers Awards for Building Monsters. She has written 60 books, including her first manga, "Katharsis". To learn more, visit her website: http://www.kweikel.comSERIES:Underdogs (4)Replay (13)Katharsis (1)The One-Hundred (6 Books, 1 Short Story, 1 Novella)The Haunted Mansion (4)The Blood Room [3 Alternate Endings]TRILOGIES:Dead MenMaskless TrilogyTrapped TrilogyCOMING SOON (1)DUOLOGIES:The Unnamed DuologyStop; GoSTAND-ALONES:WaterloggedThrough the Dimension of NightmaresWhen the Sky EatsCreatures of the BelowNord and the BordSamenessBuilding MonstersDollhouseThe Vampire's CarnivalKrystal's WorldLabyrinthFiguresMatchCagedList X

Book preview

Replay: Reboot

Book 2

By K. Weikel

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is currently coincidental.

Text copyright © 2018 K. Weikel

Jacket photograph copyright © 2018 by K. Weikel

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

For information about special discounts for bulk purchases, please contact [e-mail]

Jacket design and photo-illustration by K. Weikel

The text of this book was set in Calibri. Chapter titles set in Bedtime Stories.

Manufactured in the United States of America.

Replay: Reboot / by K. Weikel. – First paperback edition p. cm.

Copyright © 2018 by K. Weikel

All rights reserved. No part of this public action may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic of mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brie quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Printed in the United States of America

Imprint: Independently published

Other books by K. Weikel

The Replay Series

Amnesia

Reboot

The One-Hundred Series

The One-Hundred

Untouched Water

Tamir

Damian’s Deeds

The One

The Deal

Human

The Blood Room

Alternate Endings 1, 2, & 3

The Unnamed Duology

The Unnamed

The Elite

The Maskless Trilogy

Hiding Behind A Mask

Hiding Behind A Name

Hiding Behind A Face

The Trapped Trilogy

Trapped

Wiped

Grounded

The Haunted Mansion Series

The Haunted Mansion

The Haunted Band Room

Revenge

Stop

Sameness

Building Monsters

Krystal’s World

Caged

Figures

Catrina Billowson

The Vampire’s Carnival

Labyrinth

Dollhouse

Match

Chapter 1

There’s a bright light that surrounds you, a white light that seems to lull you from something that feels like a deep sleep. Your head pounds to the beat of a drum and you feel your eyes opening, the light not disappearing.

Shapes form. Four walls, two doors, and a window, sunlight streaming through. But there’s something about this room that feels… familiar.

You look down at yourself on the plain, grey-sheeted bed, and you swear your heart stops in your chest.

You’re back where you were; where this all began.

Sitting upright, you spring out of the bed and over to a corner of the room, taking it all in. It’s exactly how it was before; everything is.

You shake your head. Why did they bring you back here? That man in the fedora pulled the trigger—you heard the gunshot. You should be dead.

You look down at yourself. Karika’s floral top and skinny jeans still form to your frame, and Chris’s jacket is around your shoulders. You pull it up around your chin, his scent surrounding you, and it clears your mind for a minute. The last thing you remember, you were running from two guys. Two turned into five somehow and Nasty held you still in front of Fedora’s gun.

Scanning the room, you see two things that shouldn’t be where they are if they’d taken you back to this room after that whole incident: the phone and the note.

You stagger over to the note and read it, a spooked chill rushing through your body.

You’re in danger. This is not your house.. Get out. Go to the address below. Help him however you can, but whatever you do… don’t fall in love with him.

That same address is scribbled at the bottom.

Your nerves spike to an unsafe level.

Rushing to the table with the phone, you make note of the blood. If your blood was on the tombstone… could this have been yours as well?

In the mirror, you see the same face staring back at you that had been before. The hair is just as untamed, though, but it’s not important. Once again, there are no scars, especially not one in the center of your forehead where you were shot.

You rummage through the room, trying to find anything else that could help you, your hands shaking profusely. In a drawer of the vanity, there’s a bloody notebook and a broken pen. You pull them out and look through the pages, finding the part that was ripped for the note.

A door slams somewhere in the house. Footsteps up the stairs. Jingling keys. Just like before.

Shoving the notebook and pen back into the drawer, you exit the room via the window, lingering behind for a moment once again, crossing your fingers that you don’t hear the same thing you heard before.

Time to clean up the mess.

The second voice chuckles.

You smother the shocked sound with your hand, covering your mouth.

It’s exactly the same as when you woke up two days ago.

They enter the room as your thoughts bring you full circle. Are you redoing the past two days? If so, why are you in different clothing? You were wearing that blue skirt and top… And you still have no shoes. Are you stuck in a time loop?

Guess the other guys came and got her body earlier this morning, one of the guys says, your blood pumping too fast through your veins to help you think straight. Wonder if the boss’s plan will work.

You take a deep breath and quietly make your way down the roof and to the drain pipe. Gripping it gently as the door to the room shuts, the guys most likely out of the room, you quickly let yourself drop to the ground. The wind is knocked from your lungs and you take a second to recollect yourself before getting back up to walk.

You press and hold the power button to turn the phone on, making your way out to the street, running as fast as you can. Because of Chris’s jacket and Karika’s pants, you warm up really quickly and you start to sweat.

Pulling off the jacket, you tie it around your waist as the sunlight grows brighter, the phone buzzing, You Know’s texts coming through.

You type in the code and immediately call him up. The phone buzzes again, but it’s only the second message from the night before coming through.

The phone goes to voicemail after three rings, but the inbox is full. You groan and slam your thumb against his name once more, begging him to answer.

When he doesn’t, you grumble under your breath and get to work on a message for him.

You already know 911 and looking for a police station won’t work, so you go ahead and put in the address once again. Now that you’ve got internet access, it maps out the directions, and make your way that way, being mindful of the dying battery, the percentage on fifteen percent. This time, you’re sure to go through your settings and you switch off all access to your location. It probably won’t do anything if there are people using different and better technology to find you, but until You Know calls you…

You groan, making a mental note of the map on your phone. He didn’t call you until later in the day. At that thought, you resolve to turn the phone back off and wait for that time to roll around, whenever it was. You can’t really remember. It was after twelve, though, so you decide you’ll turn it on after that.

Ten minutes later, you’re standing in front of Karika’s shop, your heart pounding in your chest. You watched her die yesterday. Would she be alive today, since everything rebooted?

You rush up to the side door and bang on it, praying she’ll answer.

You tryin’ to get in there?

Frick. You’d forgotten about Skinny and Fatty.

They walk toward you slowly and you try to push the fear down. Karika came out to protect you from these guys before… would she do so again?

Ain’t seen nobody come out of there all morning, the gangly one says, shaking his head, the slowness of his voice alighting your nerves with irritation. The repeat of the situation makes you shiver, the cool wind