Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 398

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 398**

The moment the truth unfurled before him, Tyler’s demeanor shifted, his expression morphing into one of palpable danger as he fixed his gaze on the trio of intruders. The air around them crackled with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the impending confrontation.

Caroline stood beside him, her resolve hardening as they began their interrogation. Together, they probed the intruders with pointed questions, extracting critical details about the organization’s hideout, their numbers, and the peculiar abilities that some of them possessed. The exchange was swift and efficient, a dance of words that left no room for deception.

As the information flowed, it became evident that this group lacked real strength. Only the leader and his deputy possessed any significant power, while the rest were mere shadows, lacking the substance to pose a genuine threat.

“This group has to be wiped out,” Tyler declared, his voice low and deadly serious, a grim determination etched across his features. It was a sentiment that resonated deeply within Caroline.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that any organization willing to treat human lives as mere pawns in their twisted game of gain was one that needed to be eradicated. The thought of their continued existence sent a chill down her spine. With the events that had transpired, Caroline’s team had already made bitter enemies of William’s crew. Nelson’s presence might have offered a glimmer of hope in resolving the plague crisis, but it also meant that this group would likely seek revenge with renewed fervor.

“Leaving them around would be like inviting trouble into our home. They’ll just keep coming back for payback,” Caroline said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.

“Once we’ve dealt with the plague at the shelter, we’ll take them out,” she asserted, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

It was only then that the thought struck her to introduce Medusa to Tyler. “This is my mutant tree. I named her Medusa,” Caroline said, gesturing proudly towards the magnificent willow that had just fought alongside Tyler.

Tyler’s gaze traveled over Medusa, taking in her impressive stature and the strength that radiated from her. “Not bad. She’s strong,” he acknowledged, a hint of admiration in his voice.

As he reached out, Medusa responded instinctively, wrapping a branch around his hand in a gentle greeting. For a fleeting moment, the air was filled with an unspoken connection, a bond formed between the two. Medusa paused, then reciprocated with a quick, almost playful shake of her branch.

The chaos intensified, with cries, wails, and groans of pain reverberating throughout the shelter. Blood streaked the floors and walls, remnants of those who had scratched themselves raw in their desperation. Faces and necks began to rot, and the sight of those clawing at their own flesh became a grotesque tableau of despair.

Francis was a whirlwind of activity, barking orders to everyone around him, urging them to resist the urge to scratch at their skin. He dashed towards Dr. Summer’s clinic, his heart racing with concern.

“Colonel Sutton, I’m doing my best,” came Dr. Summer’s weak voice from behind the door, tinged with exhaustion. “All I can confirm is that this is a virus attacking the human immune system and skin tissue. I’ve managed to create a medicine that alleviates some symptoms, but I don’t know how to cure it yet…”

Even that small victory was remarkable—she had developed a treatment to ease the suffering in such a short amount of time.

Yet, the gravity of the situation loomed over them like a dark cloud. This virus was a predator, merciless and deadly. If it ever escaped the confines of the shelter, it could very well spell the end for humanity.