Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 522

**Doomsday Rebirth 522**
**Chapter 522 At the Leader’s Base**

Caroline dismissed the sharpness in Windsor’s tone, focusing instead on her objective. With a deliberate motion, she rummaged through her backpack, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of a military-issued canned meal. “I have this,” she stated, holding it up for them to see.

At that moment, Windsor and Wilbur exchanged a quick glance, their expressions shifting to one of genuine intrigue. Their eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement, igniting Caroline’s confidence. She had hit the nail on the head.

If the leader had a penchant for roasted chicken, it was a clear indication that she was a meat lover at heart.

Though the can itself bore no remarkable features, it represented a significant advantage in terms of quantity. Her backpack was a treasure trove, containing at least thirty military cans.

But Caroline had no intention of revealing the entirety of her supply here. The crowd around them was too large, and she understood all too well that the allure of canned food could attract attention from more than just the leader.

“So, can I finally meet your leader?” she asked, her voice steady as she slid the can back into her bag, raising her gaze to meet theirs.

The brothers remained silent, their focus shifting away from her to lock onto Raven, who stood protectively at her side.

“This mutt can’t come inside,” Windsor declared dismissively.

A wave of frustration washed over Caroline at the thought of leaving Raven behind. Yet, the brothers stood with an air of smug confidence. “Don’t worry. Nobody here has the guts to make a move,” Wilbur assured her.

Bending down, Caroline whispered instructions into Raven’s ear, her heart heavy with concern. Only when she felt certain he understood did she step away, following the brothers into the building.

As she crossed the threshold, she noticed a few individuals slipping in behind her, likely also seeking to trade for holy water.

With each step, she could sense the weight of the brothers’ gaze upon her. It was an unsettling feeling, one that made her shoulders tense involuntarily.

Windsor’s stare was particularly unnerving. He regarded her as if she were a prize to be claimed, and she narrowed her eyes in response. She had encountered that look before—raw lust, unfiltered and predatory.

Windsor took a step closer, and her instinct kicked in; her fingers twitched, ready to strike if necessary. But before she could act, Wilbur intervened, grabbing his brother’s arm and pulling him aside.

Leaning in, Wilbur whispered to Windsor, their voices low enough to be barely audible.

However, Caroline’s body had been transformed by the spring water, granting her an acute awareness that allowed her to catch every word.

Wilbur cautioned Windsor that any woman brave enough to enter their territory alone, armed with a bag full of military supplies, was likely a force to be reckoned with. He urged his brother to refrain from making any rash decisions and to observe the situation carefully.

Windsor nodded in agreement, swearing he would keep his distance, but a smug grin crept onto his face as he muttered, “She’s stunning. Way prettier than the ones I keep around. I can’t take my eyes off her.”

Despite the allure of his presence, Caroline maintained her composure, offering him only a brief glance. With a nod of calm respect, she introduced herself, “Good morning. I’m Alger, a junior soldier under Colonel Francis Sutton of Shelter 42. I’m here on behalf of the military to discuss a trade with you.”

Francis was indeed from Shelter 42.

The name Alger was common enough to belong to anyone, making it an ideal choice for her purpose.

She had just overheard the brothers express their desire to avoid trouble with the military.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Her knowledge of military protocols was extensive. If she didn’t don the mantle of a soldier now, she would lose her chance at a clean opportunity.

As soon as she finished her introduction, a loud crash echoed from within the room, followed by a shrill voice that cut through the air. “The military? Did the military finally send someone?!”

A round, diminutive woman hurried into view, her tiny steps shaking as she approached. Her form filled the doorway, resembling a wall of flesh that rolled forward.

The woman was shockingly unattractive, with heavy folds of fat draping over her face, and each feature seemed misplaced, as if nature had played a cruel joke. A prominent wart clung to the corner of her mouth, while a clump of long hair dangled from it like a warning flag, adding to her unfortunate appearance.