**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 525**
**Chapter 525: The Military Shows Up**
“I swear, the last time I saw him, he looked like a woman,” one of the men remarked, his voice laced with incredulity.
“His ability must work that way,” another replied, shrugging as if the matter was of little consequence.
Alger stood to the side, confusion knitting his brow. He had no idea what they were talking about, and their furtive glances made him feel increasingly uncomfortable, as though he were an outsider peering into a world he could not comprehend.
Caroline, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware of the undercurrents swirling around her. She guided her horse, Raven, away from the mid-rise building that had served as her temporary refuge. The air was crisp, the sun beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement.
After riding for a few miles, she suddenly halted, a sense of danger prickling at her senses. With a flick of her wrist, an ice blade materialized and flew behind her, slicing through the air with a chilling whoosh.
“You’ve tailed me long enough. Show yourself,” she commanded, her voice steady and unwavering.
From the shadows, five figures emerged, stepping into the fading light. Among them was the thin man who had once bartered information for her precious canned food. But now, he lay crumpled on the ground, his body a canvas of bruises and cuts, evidence of a brutal beating. He looked as if he were teetering on the brink of death.
“This is our gift for you,” one of the men said, his tone dripping with a twisted sense of pride. “We want to talk about a partnership too.”
Caroline’s expression darkened as she remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the broken figure before her. Thoughts raced through her mind, sharp and jagged like shards of glass.
As Sharon spoke, her confident demeanor faltered, a strange unease washing over her. What just happened? Why had she divulged everything without a hint of hesitation? And why did it feel so sincere?
They had planned to negotiate, to haggle over the terms. Their organization was not one to give away help without a fight, yet here she was, laying it all out as if compelled by an unseen force. Something about Caroline drew her in, a magnetic pull that made her consider digging into her own pockets to make things right if their group couldn’t meet the terms. The thought terrified her.
Before she could gather her thoughts, the other three members of her group began chiming in, their voices overlapping in a rush of enthusiasm. Even the old man—who typically counted every penny and never offered a break—began listing their available rewards, each one more tempting than the last. “And if there’s anything else you need, we’ll make sure you have it,” he added, his eyes gleaming with unexpected eagerness.
“Yeah, help us get through this, and we’ll all be good friends from here on out,” another chimed in, his voice buoyant with hope.
“Exactly. Partnerships should be pleasant. We’ve been out here forever and finally met someone who doesn’t rub us the wrong way. Of course, we’ll treat you right. We’d never cheat you,” they all echoed, their voices blending into a chorus of desperation and camaraderie, each one eager to win Caroline’s favor.

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