Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 391

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 391**

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Yet, in that moment, she felt none of those sensations.

Alison pondered the possibility that her fever might simply be a response to the abrupt shift in temperature around her.

Then, out of nowhere, something astonishing occurred. A peculiar sensation coursed through her body; she felt the bullet lodged in her forehead gradually being expelled as new flesh began to burgeon from within her skull.

It was an extraordinary experience, almost otherworldly. She could hear the soft, rhythmic sound of tissue regenerating, a sound that resonated deep within her mind.

Her heart, once still, began to thump with renewed vigor, blood surged through her veins like a raging river, and her fingers twitched involuntarily, a subtle sign of life returning.

She was alive again.

This realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

So this was her gift, her ability.

Alison had been discarded alongside the other lifeless bodies, but as the soldiers departed, a surge of determination propelled her upright.

She blinked in disbelief, her gaze fixed on her hands, which trembled slightly as she reached up to touch her forehead. The reality of her recent ordeal felt surreal, almost as if it had been a vivid dream.

As her fingers brushed against her skin, she noticed something peculiar: each of her fingers bore a dark line, each one intricately shaped like the numeral one.

However, her pinky was devoid of its line.

In that instant, clarity washed over her like a wave. She understood what had transpired. She possessed ten lives, and she had just expended one. This was her extraordinary gift!

“This is incredible,” Alison murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with awe and wonder.

With newfound resolve, she bolted from the grim pile of corpses, her heart racing as she dashed toward Building B.

The thrill of her ability coursed through her veins, and her first instinct was not to hoard this secret but to share it with Lisa.

It felt akin to a dedicated student achieving a remarkable milestone and racing to share the news with their mentor, eager for recognition.

Yet, she was blissfully unaware that Lisa—the very one who had recruited her and provided guidance—had already departed from Building B.

Now, in her quest for validation, she found herself alone, her mentor already vanished into the ether.

Meanwhile, Caroline and Tyler were meticulously guiding Nelson across the filthy terrain, diligently searching for every stage of mutant flies and mosquitoes—eggs, larvae, and adults—for Nelson’s vital research.

The streets were a chaotic mess, prompting everyone to don protective clothing and masks to shield themselves from the filth surrounding them.

As they combed through the debris, an eerie sound pierced the air, causing Tyler and Caroline to tense up, their senses heightened as they exchanged wary glances in the direction of the noise.

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