Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Flames and Ice

“Are you kidding me?” Caroline groaned to herself. “I just opened the window to get that awful smell out, and now Denton’s doing it again? No one’s ever going to want to come in here!”

Tyler was finally stable, his fever gone. Caroline suddenly realized Nelson hadn’t shown up for a long time.

If everyone had been passing out and waking up with new abilities, then Nelson should’ve awakened his too.

The thought made her uneasy. She hurried downstairs to check on him.

But before she even reached the bottom, she saw the metal door on the 66th floor was melting, literally melting, under scorching heat.

Someone had burned through it. It was the work of a fire ability user.

Caroline’s face hardened. She raised her hand. A blade of ice formed instantly. With a sharp flick, she launched it toward the doorway. A scream echoed outside.

“There’s someone with ability on the 66th floor! Report to the boss!” A man shouted.

Footsteps thundered down the stairs.

Caroline ran over and kicked the broken door wide open. Outside stood a middle–aged woman struggling to control a ball of fire in her hands.

The edges glowed red, but the center burned white hot. It was clear that the temperature was extreme.

Beside her stood a young man, an ice blade buried in his chest. He was out cold, motionless on the floor.

Caroline thrust her hand forward. A mass of water appeared and swallowed the woman’s fireball whole.

The flame hissed, burst into black smoke, and exploded–right in the woman’s face.

Her skin went black with soot.

She shrieked, “Please don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

Caroline grabbed her by the collar and yanked her to her feet. Another ice blade shimmered into her hand, its tip pressed firmly against the woman’s neck. “Talk. How many of you are there? What are you doing up here?”

“T–ten… maybe more,” the woman stammered, shaking. “We just came for supplies. Please, please let me go! I only wanted food for my sick son. I–I can control fireballs, that’s all! I’ve never hurt anyone. I swear! But I can tell you something! Hurry, go downstairs! The young man in the white coat! They caught him!”

Caroline’s face changed instantly.

Caroline knew exactly how this kind of thing started. Once people discovered they had the ability, some of them would always get ideas they shouldn’t.

In the shelter, there weren’t that many soldiers to begin with. Even if every single one awakened, they’d still be outnumbered by the civilians who did.

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And awakening didn’t happen all at once; some people would always wake up faster than others.

Those early ones, the ones who found out they had incredible abilities before anyone else, might stop listening to the army altogether. They’d start wanting things that didn’t belong to them–resources, control, power.

Caroline had awakened early herself, but she never expected that others would beat her to it and form a small gang this fast.

Worse yet, they’d set their eyes on the 66th floor.

“Please! Please don’t kill me! I swear I won’t go after your supplies again!”

The woman sobbed as she begged.

Caroline shoved her aside. She didn’t have time for this. Nelson was still downstairs, and she needed to help him.

But before she could move, the woman hit the ground, rolled over, and raised her hand. A fireball sparked to life in her palm. She was going to strike from behind.

A crooked grin twisted across her face. “Hehe! My boss said anyone who kills someone from the 66th floor gets to keep a quarter of their supplies-”

She never gets to finish. Her voice cut off with a choking gasp. She clawed at her throat as if invisible hands were squeezing it shut.

Caroline’s eyes were cold as ice. With a flick of her wrist, a spike of frozen crystal burst from the woman’s throat.

Blood sprayed. The woman collapsed, eyes wide, never understanding how she’d died.

There was always water in a person’s throat.

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