Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 479

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 479**
**Chapter 479: Her Gifts**

As Caroline stood amidst the chaotic yet vibrant atmosphere of the mobile base, she couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly everyone had embraced this unconventional haven. It was as if they had collectively decided to toss aside doubt and skepticism, opting instead to accept the wild, almost surreal nature of their new surroundings without a second thought.

She had spent what felt like an eternity attempting to articulate the intricacies of “ability modification” and the mechanics behind their unique situation, but the truth was, no one seemed to care about the technicalities. The simplicity of their acceptance made her chuckle inwardly, a warm sensation blooming in her chest.

Today had been a string of delightful surprises, each one igniting a flicker of joy within her. Perhaps it was the spirit of Christmas that lingered in the air, wrapping them all in a comforting embrace. Christmas was meant to be a time of happiness and connection, a stark contrast to the chaos that still lurked just beyond their fortified walls. Here, in this makeshift sanctuary, they had carved out a space free from fear and uncertainty, a rare treasure in their tumultuous world.

“Alright, enough chit-chat! Let’s go check out your rooms!” Caroline announced, her voice brimming with enthusiasm as she swung open the door, inviting everyone to step into the yard.

The moment they crossed the threshold, Denton erupted with gleeful shouts, his excitement infectious. He was like a child released from confinement, bounding around the yard with unrestrained joy. But then, a shadow flickered at the edge of her vision, and her heart skipped a beat.

Someone was lurking nearby, a figure that seemed to have trailed them to this very spot. Even Raven, ever vigilant, hadn’t noticed the presence. The newcomer slipped into the shadows, silent as a whisper—no footprints, no breath, just an eerie stillness.

“Tyler… I didn’t realize you could look so genuinely happy,” Caroline teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m so jealous!”

She hadn’t even known that anyone had been observing her little group, and the thrill of it all sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. As she guided Tyler and the others through their new abode, she felt a surge of energy, a sense of purpose that made her heart race.

Denton and Tyler’s rooms were conveniently adjacent, ideal for late-night chats and shared secrets. Caroline had taken the liberty of filling Denton’s space with an assortment of toys she had scavenged—little treasures that would make his new home feel warm and inviting.

As the group began to settle in and unpack their belongings, Caroline took a moment to step outside, needing a breath of fresh air. She had a task at hand—she needed to retrieve the mutant creature corpses she had collected from the army, a necessary step to fuel their mobile base for its next upgrade.

The last time they had reinforced the structure, they had raised the height, but many new features still lay dormant, waiting to be unlocked. With a swift motion of her hand, she released dozens of bags filled with the remains of the unfortunate creatures, watching them tumble into the yard.

Truth be told, most of the contents were merely flies and mosquitoes—entirely inedible. Francis had casually mentioned that she could either toss them or burn them if she so desired, as the army had no intention of reclaiming them.

As Caroline stared at the bags, a dull ache began to throb at her temples. She had already dealt with one load in the simplest manner—by feeding it to JunkEater. The creature had been on a relentless diet of corpses lately, and while it initially produced ordinary supplies like grain, water, and even occasional meat, the last check had revealed something rather unexpected.

Last night, she had peeked inside to find that JunkEater had churned out… two full sacks of llama poop—fertilizer, to be precise. The burlap bags were emblazoned with bold letters proclaiming “Organic Llama Fertilizer.” It felt almost like a cheeky protest from the machine, a reminder of its displeasure at being stuffed with mutant remains for days on end.