Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 The White Messenger

“I’ve never seen bullets like this before.”

Caroline turned to Tyler.

He nodded. “Yeah. Use them carefully. These are powerful.”

Then Tyler explained how the bullets worked.

By the time he was done, Caroline’s jaw almost dropped. That thing was unbelievable. She had only read about this kind of weapon in novels.

Thinking back to Tyler rushing out of that crowd with Denton, she realized she hadn’t actually helped much. Sure, she’d fired a few shots, but compared to what Tyler had done, it was nothing. Yet she’d walked away with a whole bag of his weapons, learned about his storage space, and even got this amazing handgun. Quite a haul!

Caroline loved the gun. She turned it over in her hands for a long while, admiring it.

She didn’t notice that Denton, resting in the backseat, had woken up and was quietly watching them talk.

He blinked, raising an eyebrow. Whoa, Tyler’s smiling at a woman? That’s first.

Just as he leaned a little to get a better look, Raven–who’d been lying on the ground- suddenly sprang up. His big face popped right in front of Denton.

“Holy smokes!” Denton yelped, nearly jumping out of his seat. “What the heck is that?!”

When he finally realized it was a dog, he let out a long breath and patted his chest.

Just then, Caroline spotted something outside the car–a white bird, no bigger than her hand, peeking in through the window.

The car was flying down the highway at about 75 miles an hour, and the bird was keeping up!

The white bird had a red beak that shimmered under the light. It was beautiful.

“Tyler, there’s a-” She started.

Before she could finish, Denton shouted from the backseat. “Silver!”

The little bird slowed down slightly and flew next to the back window.

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Denton rolled it down, letting her in.

The white bird chirped excitedly, fluttering around Denton a few times before perching on his shoulder. She pecked her red beak gently against his cheek.

“Alright, alright, I’m fine, Silver,” Denton said, smiling as he stroked her tiny head. “Did you

miss me?”

The boy and the bird interacted happily together.

Raven tilted his head, studying the bird. His big nose sniffed hard, as if trying to remember Silver’s scent.

“That’s Denton’s messenger bird,” Tyler explained when he caught Caroline’s curious look. “She mutated after the apocalypse–got smaller but much faster. Perfect for scouting and carrying messages.”

Caroline eyed the delicate little bird and couldn’t help comparing her to Jet.

If Jet stood next to Silver, the bird would look like a doll.

For some reason, she blurted out, “So is the pigeon a boy or a girl?”

…

From the back came Denton’s laughter.

“Pfff!”

Denton grinned. “You tell the gender of pigeons by being male or female, not by calling them boy or girl.” But as soon as he laughed, pain shot through him. The stitches on his side tore slightly, making him flinch and quickly shut up. “Ouch, anyway, Silver’s a female.”

Raven, with his big dark face, stared straight at Silver.

Silver, perched on Denton’s shoulder, stared right back.

The two–one large, one small–seemed to be communicating silently, frozen like statues.

Caroline couldn’t help thinking, Well, Jet is definitely a male.

“Denton Carroll,” the boy said, his voice warm. “Tyler took me in. You can just call me Denton.”

He held out a hand.

Denton was wearing Tyler’s jacket, but even then, he was wearing too few clothes.

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Caroline could see that the boy’s pale arms were covered with whip marks.

Still, he was smiling. It was the kind of smile that made even the cold night seem brighter.

Caroline took his hand gently. “Nice to meet you, Denton. I’m Caroline Sinclair; you can call me Caroline.”

They reached the apartment building soon after.

Denton was weak. Tyler had to help him up most of the stairs.

Caroline could tell Tyler really cared for him. The way he talked to Denton was like an older brother speaking to his younger brother.

When they finally got home and saw everything was safe, it was just past 4 a.m.

Tyler steadied Denton and turned to say goodbye.

But the moment he opened the door, something white shot out.

And with it came a terrible stench.

Caroline looked down and froze. There, wobbling in the hallway, was a round, fluffy white pup, except its backside was smeared with yellow.

Isn’t this little Snow?

It was definitely Snow, but this time, she was anything but adorable.

Covered in her own filth, she ran joyfully down the hallway, completely unaware of the chaos she was leaving behind.