Upgraded Space Thrive in Apocalypse Reborn (caroline) novel Chapter 95

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 95**

**Chapter 95: They Can Talk to Each Other**

As the clock struck noon on that fateful Tuesday, Caroline and her small band of survivors made their way down the creaking staircase, the remnants of their scavenging mission weighing heavily in the air. The atmosphere was thick with the remnants of their recent struggles, and they had managed to gather little more than scraps. Yet, in the face of adversity, they divided what little they had, a meager reward for their efforts.

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With the morning’s chaos behind her, Caroline felt the pangs of hunger gnawing at her insides, but fatigue was a stranger. She attributed her energy to the refreshing spring water she had indulged in the night before—a small luxury in their harsh reality.

Upon returning home, she wasted no time in retrieving a bowl of steaming beef noodles, the savory aroma enveloping her like a warm embrace. She paired it with a glass of ice-cold orange juice that tingled on her tongue, a delightful contrast to the hearty meal. “This is pure heaven,” she murmured to herself, savoring each bite.

However, the tranquility was short-lived. Jet, her ever-vocal companion, perched on her shoulder, squawking incessantly in her ear. “You never take me out anymore!” he whined, his voice a mixture of annoyance and longing.

Caroline couldn’t help but chuckle. Jet had undergone a remarkable transformation in the past few days. Just the other day, she had been astonished to discover that he could now use the toilet independently—a strange source of pride for her. He had also grown considerably, now resembling a hawk in size. When he settled on her shoulder, she could feel his weight, a constant reminder of how much he had changed.

His claws and beak had sharpened, a sign of his maturity. She gently touched them, a shiver running down her spine as she realized their potential for damage. And his voice? It had evolved into something almost human-like, no longer the stuttered chirps of a young bird. Now, he could articulate complex words with a deep, resonant tone that would fool anyone into thinking they were conversing with a tough guy.

“Alright, alright, I promise I’ll introduce you to some friends later,” she conceded, offering him a nut, which she had learned was his absolute favorite.

Jet flapped his wings in excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “But remember, rules come first,” she added sternly, fixing him with a serious gaze. “If you can’t behave, you’re not coming with me.” She knew how clever he was, slipping in and out of their storage space and holding secrets far beyond his years. And his incessant chatter? That could lead to trouble.

Jet tilted his head, a curious expression on his feathered face. Then, unexpectedly, he blurted out something that took Caroline by surprise. “Raven told me when we go out, I gotta listen and not talk too much. And no talking about our secret base!”

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he circled her, and Caroline raised an eyebrow. Raven, the dog she had taken in, was indeed impressive. He had trained Jet well, even referring to their storage area as their “secret base.”

But then, a thought struck her like lightning. Did Jet just say that Raven “told” him something?

“You and Raven can actually communicate?” she asked, snatching Jet mid-air, her heart racing as she gazed into his round, expressive eyes.

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