Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 424

**Doomsday Rebirth 424: Impersonation**

**Chapter 424: Impersonation**

In the desolate aftermath of the apocalypse, a peculiar sight emerged on the recently cleared street—a little pony, round and well-fed from its sheltered existence in the space, trotted along with tufts of grass still clinging to its mouth. Its large, expressive eyes looked slightly stressed, as if the world outside was a daunting place for such a plump creature.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Denton had finally secured himself a mount, and there was no chance he would let this pony slip away. The air was thick with the remnants of destruction, but a vivid scene played out on that street, though few witnesses remained to observe it. The surrounding buildings stood mostly empty, their windows shattered and doors ajar, echoing the silence of a world that had once bustled with life.

Two sleek, agile canine beasts raced ahead, their muscular forms gliding effortlessly through the debris, while two mutated birds flitted playfully above, their feathers a riot of unnatural colors. Trailing behind, the chubby pony struggled to keep pace, a comical sight against the backdrop of the urban wasteland.

Perched atop the pony was a handsome, lean boy, his hair tousled by the wind and his eyes sparkling with excitement. His expression was one of pure joy, radiating an infectious energy that seemed to light up the gloomy surroundings. With abandon, he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice slicing through the stillness, “Ride, little donkey, and I’ll never be stuck in traffic again!”

The “little donkey” beneath him kicked and stomped in protest, clearly unimpressed with its current predicament. Yet, the boy remained undeterred; he was reveling in the sheer thrill of the moment, his laughter mingling with the sounds of the world around him.

As they approached their destination, a flicker of concern crossed Denton’s face. He worried that their boisterous antics might attract unwanted attention—especially given that the pony had a knack for making noise. With a shared understanding, they all dismounted, the group’s energy shifting from playful exuberance to stealthy caution.

Caroline carefully tucked the pony back into the space, her heart racing with anticipation as they crept toward the target building. The structure loomed ahead, a former six-story shopping mall that had once been a hub of activity before the world fell apart.

After the deep freeze had lifted and the waters receded, this place had become a refuge of sorts. The mall was shaped like an elongated oval, with each floor featuring a circular atrium at its center for exhibitions and elevators, surrounded by a ring of shops that had long since lost their charm.

William’s group was rumored to have taken up residence primarily on the third floor, with their leader occupying shop 306, a store once dedicated to outdoor gear. The rest of his crew scattered around the vicinity, lacking fixed quarters but always on the lookout for trouble.

Tyler, quick on his feet, lowered his voice, adopting a hoarse tone as if he were suffering from a cold. “Don’t come closer; these suits aren’t very clean,” he warned, his delivery strikingly similar to Christ, one of William’s team members.

The woman halted abruptly, her curiosity piqued, just as the plan had intended. Caroline and the others had hoped to draw several members of William’s crew together, allowing them to utilize their skills for a swift, decisive strike. If the woman had approached alone, they might have succeeded in eliminating her, but if she recognized them, the entire ruse would fall apart.

To play their part convincingly, Caroline had strategically placed supplies at the stairwell entrance from the space. The sight of the goods instantly brightened the faces of those nearby, their eyes gleaming with hunger for the promised bounty.

“This is only part of it,” Tyler announced, his voice steady. “We can move it first; we’ll go change our clothes nearby.”

No one questioned their authenticity; greed was evident in their expressions as they eyed the supplies. Caroline had ensured that the haul included several hundred cans of meat, a tempting lure that would draw them in further. As they prepared to execute their plan, the air was thick with tension, anticipation crackling like electricity among the group.