Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 The Burning Hatred in Her Eyes

Chapter 135 The Burning Hatred in Her Eyes

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From the marks inside the room–dragged lines across the floor and the window ledge–she couldn’t help but suspect it. Her parents were dead. Someone had thrown their bodies out the window.

Now, hearing Erica cursing at her parents, she finally snapped.

When Caroline was about to chase Erica, Kay stopped her. There was a firm look in Kay’s eyes.

“I’ll do it.”

Caroline nodded.

Kay had always been the one protected, always standing behind others. Maybe it was time for her to take a step forward.

Erica panicked and ran down the stairs. Kay went after her.

Caroline went inside her apartment.

At that moment, Erica regretted everything.

Before the world fell apart, she’d had a happy marriage. She and Charlie had supported each other after the apocalypse began. Life had become hard, but they still had hope.

They were smart too. The couple sealed their floor early and stored plenty of food and fuel.

With all the supplies they’d gathered, they thought they could make it through the winter just fine.

But no one expected what happened next.

That day, a group of survivors joined forces and smashed open their reinforced door. They stormed in like a mob, taking everything they wanted.

Leading them was a young man named Zach Thornton.

He’d always been a quiet, polite boy before–thin, gentle, even calling her Ms. Erica.

Zach now looked at her as if she were his enemy.

He even went as far as to hurt her husband.

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Chapter 135 The Burning Hatred in Her Eyes

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“You wicked witch! The two of you deserve to die!” Zach shouted, throwing Charlie to the floor. He and the others ignored Erica’s pleas and carried off every stick of firewood and every piece of furniture. They left nothing behind.

That night, the last bit of wood they had burned out.

And that was when she realized Charlie had a high fever.

Using their last bit of gas, she boiled a pot of hot water for him. She took care of him all night, giving him fever medicine.

Charlie’s fever never went down.

He kept shivering, whispering through cracked lips, “I’m freezing! It’s so cold!”

Erica was terrified and burned with hatred.

She had begged Zach for help, begged everyone on the upper floors.

But no one cared. Someone even spat at her and kicked her out.

With nowhere else to turn, she finally risked everything and came to the 66th floor.

She knew they had firewood, food, and medicine.

Erica thought, if they can save Charlie, she’ll do anything.

Be their servant, their slave–whatever it took.

But the moment the door opened and she saw their cold, blank faces, she knew. They weren’t going to help her.

She kept begging and crying until her throat burned, but they just shut the door. That’s when something inside her snapped. The humiliation, the helplessness–it all exploded.

She screamed, cursed them, and called them all monsters.

Erica was jealous of them.

Why could they still live so well when everyone else was dying?

More than once, she had smelled meat drifting down from upstairs.

Even standing at the stairwell, she could feel warmth seeping through the walls.

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Chapter 135 The Burning Hatred in Her Eyes

They had heat. They had power. Light glowed from their windows.

So she screamed every curse she knew, spitting her anger into the snowstorm.

But now she regretted it.

Kay was behind her.

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That quiet, polite girl who once seemed so calm, almost noble–now she looked like death itself. Her eyes were hard, and in her hands was a metal golf club, raised and ready.

If Erica slowed for even a second, that thing would smash into her.

Erica ran like her life depended on it—because it did.

Kay was nerve–wracking. When Erica’s foot caught on a step and she tumbled down the stairs, Kay hesitated for a second.

Just one second. Then she clenched her jaw, gripped the club tighter, and let out a short, shaky shout to steady herself. She couldn’t stop now.

She knew. If Erica survived today, she would come back for revenge. She would stop at nothing.

Kay had seen it in her eyes. That kind of hate didn’t fade in a world like this.

It only turned into murder.

So Kay ran after her. And when she caught up, she swung the club with all her strength.

Thud! Erica screamed. She tried to crawl, grabbed the railing to stand up, and fought with Kay.

But Erica was weak. She hadn’t eaten properly in days, hadn’t slept, and had spent all night caring for her sick husband. Now, after the fall, she could barely move. Her arms flailed helplessly as the blows landed. Her head rang; the world blurred.

Kay hit her several more times until Erica had passed out. Then Kay reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small fruit knife and drove it down repeatedly.

“Arghhh!” Erica’s scream tore through the stairwell, raw and sharp.