Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Cement Eggs!

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Joanna didn’t hesitate She stared at Dante on the perch who was almost eye level with her, her voice cold and absolute. “No. I am not transport-shipping an entire federation of pigeons across the wasteland. You’re staying here.”

Dante let out a low, tragic ruffle of his feathers, sinking down on his perch like a deflated balloon.

Raven winced at the rejection, but she turned back to the giant bird, mentally explaining the reality of the situation. Dante listened, tilting his head from side to side, before letting out a series of softer, sharp coos.

Raven paused, translating the bird’s counter-offer. She looked up at Joanna, “Dante says let him at least go with you to Westridge tonight. He and his federation only ask for those lovely nesting boxes in the storage space, and in turn, he will protect this base while you’re gone. He says he can send his scouts out and report any danger back to me.”

Joanna stopped. Her annoyed expression faded, replaced by a look of genuine intrigue. An airborne early- warning system with a direct line to Raven was a massive tactical advantage for the skeleton crew staying behind.

Julian looked at Joanna’s changing face. He closed his eyes and let out a long, heavy sigh of deep annoyance. He knew that look. The bird was winning.

“Why does he want to stay close to me specifically?” Joanna asked, her brow furrowing as she eyed the

massive bird.

Raven closed her eyes, mentally tuning into the chaotic frequency of Dante’s thoughts, translating the raw intent behind his avian posturing.

Dante puffed his bloated chest, strutted forward, and sidled right up against Joanna’s shoulder. The giant pigeon let out a soft, rhythmic coo, gently rubbing his feathered head against her arm in a rare display of

affection.

Raven opened her eyes and offered a small smile. “He recognizes your superiority among humans. To him, you’re the ultimate apex predator. But it’s also about survival. He says there are other plant monsters out there now. The wasteland is getting weirder, and he knows his flock is safer under your umbrella.”

Joanna stood still as the giant bird leaned into her side. The mention of new plant monsters anchored the reality of the threat outside. Security for the base was paramount, even if it came from a bloated, theatrical pigeon.

Julian rubbed the bridge of his nose, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Great. Fantastic. Now the sky-rat has survival instincts and a crush. This is a disaster.”

Dante seemed to sense Joanna’s hesitation. He shifted his weight, puffed his chest out even further, and le out a series of low, urgent coos, his glassy eyes practically pleading.

Raven listened, her jaw dropping slightly as she translated the bird’s frantic explanation.

“Joanna, he’s making one last pitch,” Raven said, looking between the giant bird and her captain. “He says those shimmering eggs Julian complained about aren’t just for breeding. If he or his flock drops them from the sky, or if they’re smashed on purpose, they burst into a fast-hardening, concrete-like resin.”

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Chapter 210 Gemont Egga!

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Julian stopped rubbing his nose, his eyes snapping open. “Wait. What?”

“He calls it his ‘tactical nesting strategy,” Raven continued, fighting back a smirk. He’s offering his flock as an airborne carpet-bombing unit. They can fly over enemies or plant monsters, drop the eggs, and instantly freeze them in place with instant-drying concrete. He says if you give them the nesting boxes in your space, they can mass-produce ammunition for you on the fly.”

Joanna looked from Raven, to the glowing egg at her boots, and finally back to Dante. The annoying, bloated pigeon had just offered her a mobile concrete factory and a non-lethal crowd-control weapon system all rolled into one.

Julian let out a defeated groan, throwing his hands in the air. “Great. Now the sky-rat is a munitions. manufacturer. How are we supposed to eat his eggs then?”

Dante let out a sharp, defensive squawk, bobbing his head aggressively at Julian. He cooed a rapid stream of explanations toward Raven.

Raven blinked in surprise. “Wait, Julian, he says you’re wrong. The eggs are perfectly safe to eat, but you have to cook them right.”

Julian crossed his arms, squinting. “It’s a concrete bomb, Raven.”

“He says the hardening chemical is a heat-sensitive protein,” Raven explained. “If you smash it raw, it turns to stone. But if you apply direct heat-like boiling them or throwing them on a hot pan-the temperature destroys the binding agent. The concrete trait gets neutralized instantly, leaving highly nutritious eggs.”

Dante puffed his chest out with an arrogant coo, looking down on Julian.

Julian stared at the glowing egg, his stomach letting out a poorly timed rumble. He sighed, completely exasperated. “Fine. But if I break a spatula trying to make breakfast, he’s dinner.”

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