Upgraded Space Thrive in Apocalypse Reborn (caroline) novel Chapter 94

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 94**

**Chapter 94: Her Death**

Bethany sprinted up the stairs alone, her heart racing with urgency. The absence of her beloved son, his wife, and her cherished grandson felt like a heavy weight on her chest. She had set out on a mission, one that she believed was simple yet crucial—gather supplies to sustain her family. Her plan was straightforward: eat first, share the leftovers with her son and daughter-in-law, and stow away a little something for her grandson, who would surely need it.

However, in a cruel twist of fate, things spiraled out of control. If only she had thought to bring her son along with her, perhaps she could have avoided the humiliation she felt in front of Caroline. The thought gnawed at her as she prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead.

When Bethany lunged forward, fueled by desperation, Caroline was quicker. With a swift motion, she seized Bethany’s arm and twisted it with alarming force. It was a move that Bethany wasn’t entirely unaccustomed to; after all, she had a history of stirring up trouble. But this time, the stakes felt different.

Caroline’s patience had worn thin.

“Enough of this nonsense!” Caroline snapped, her irritation bubbling over as she reached for the knife strapped to her back.

Bethany stumbled backward, colliding with another person in the throng of desperate individuals. Her eyes widened as they fell upon a pair of hands clutching a bag of supplies. In that moment, the identity of the owner faded away—what mattered most was the bag. She lunged forward, attempting to snatch it from their grasp.

“Hand it over! I have children and elderly folks waiting for me at home. If you don’t give it up, you’re nothing but heartless!” Her voice was raw with urgency and desperation.

“Are you out of your mind? What do you think you’re doing? Do you want to start a fight?!” the owner of the bag retorted, their voice laced with disbelief and anger.

“Do you want to see an old woman starve? Have you no compassion?” Bethany continued to clutch the bag, her voice rising as she shouted, refusing to back down.

Around them, the crowd tightened their grips on their own possessions, eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and fear. No one dared to intervene; the atmosphere crackled with tension. A few individuals quietly slipped away into the shadows, sensing the impending chaos.

Then, piercing through the air, a horrifying scream shattered the moment.

In an instant, the man Bethany had attempted to rob lost control. His eyes blazed with fury as he unleashed a torrent of blows upon her. This was no gentle shove or light kick; this was raw, unrestrained violence. Each punch landed with sickening force, and Bethany found herself reeling from the impact, her body absorbing the brutality.

It was as if he had entered a trance, consumed by rage, cursing under his breath with every swing of his fists, refusing to relent.

Caroline’s brow furrowed as she observed the scene unfold before her. She recognized the man—Wayne Acosta, notorious for his violent tendencies, a figure who had ascended from the first floor to the 58th, leaving behind a trail of chaos.

Bethany had chosen the absolute worst person to provoke.

Kay, trembling with fear, instinctively curled closer to Caroline, seeking solace. Caroline squeezed her hand gently, whispering, “Just watch and learn. This kind of thing is going to become all too common. You need to toughen up.”

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