Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 470

**Doomsday Rebirth 470**

**Chapter 470: Salute**

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the remnants of a world in chaos, the 66th floor of the shelter fell into an eerie silence. It was in this hushed atmosphere that a small group stealthily made their way out, their silhouettes barely visible against the dim light.

Caroline led her team, a determined look etched on her face. Each member carried only the essentials in compact backpacks, their expressions a mix of resolve and trepidation. Before stepping into the unknown, they paused momentarily, casting a lingering gaze back at the electrified gate marking the boundary of their former haven on the 64th floor. It felt like a silent farewell, a moment to reflect on what had been.

Caroline’s heart tightened as memories flooded her mind. This was the place where she had endured the deep freeze, where she had forged bonds with Tyler, Denton, and Nelson, and where she had welcomed Raven and Jet into her life. So many pivotal moments were woven into the fabric of this space; it had been her sanctuary amidst the crumbling world outside.

“Goodbye, 66th floor,” she whispered under her breath, a bittersweet farewell to the past.

Turning to her companions, she urged, “Let’s move. Handsy and Medusa are already waiting in the truck.” Her voice was firm, filled with the urgency of their mission.

Francis had informed her that tonight, the army would dispatch a convoy loaded with supplies destined for various shelters scattered around Hornvale. It was a clever ruse—a trade route that would allow them to slip away without raising any eyebrows.

She swiftly loaded Handsy and Medusa into the vehicle, a grin breaking across her face. If they were going to pose as an army transport, they might as well do it right. Why haul random junk when they could transport their beloved companions instead? Besides, this would be Medusa’s first real ride, and she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought.

With a decisive gesture, Caroline raised her hand, signaling the group to move forward. Denton and Nelson exchanged quiet murmurs, their voices barely audible in the stillness, while Tyler followed closely behind her, a steady presence that brought her comfort.

In that moment, a wave of emotions crashed over her. She had always operated out of self-preservation, her early dealings with the army driven by necessity. But everything had shifted when she had joined forces with Tyler and Nelson.

Tyler had unearthed the machine tools and factory, while Nelson had repeatedly come to the shelter’s rescue, concocting medicine to combat the plague and fend off mutant threats, even saving Nathaniel from the brink. Caroline had merely contributed a few supply points, her actions primarily self-serving.

Those supply points had felt too distant to pursue, and she had no intention of risking her people for them. The machinery and factory were daunting challenges, and dealing with plagues and mutants had seemed like mere side quests in her mind. As for rescuing Nathaniel? It was simply a matter of ensuring Hornvale didn’t spiral into chaos and take them all down with it.

Yet, to the army, her contributions bore a significance she hadn’t fully grasped. A thought flickered through her mind—if she had chosen to remain isolated, never forming these alliances, what would her relationship with the army look like now? Would Hornvale have been different? Perhaps she would have remained guarded, navigating her interactions with the army with a heightened sense of caution, never allowing herself to trust or rely on anyone.