Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 396

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 396**
**You Better Be Honest**

As the experiments progressed in the dimly lit lab, a series of heavy thuds reverberated from the upper floors, breaking the focused silence. The sound was unmistakable—Medusa was at work, forcefully slamming individuals into the ground, her strength both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Nelson was so engrossed in his meticulous experiments that the chaos above seemed to fade into the background, a mere echo of distant thunder. His brow furrowed in concentration, oblivious to the world around him, he was lost in a labyrinth of data and calculations.

Tyler, on the other hand, couldn’t shake off the growing unease that settled in his stomach. He frowned, glancing toward the ceiling, but reassured himself that Caroline could handle whatever was happening up there. She was tough; he knew that.

Yet, as he handed Nelson a pair of tweezers, the ominous thuds returned, louder and more aggressive than before. Medusa was clearly not done.

A knot of anxiety tightened in Tyler’s chest. This plague was unlike anything they had encountered before. He had observed the infected individuals—how they lay still at first, their bodies seemingly lifeless, before suddenly crawling with an unsettling urgency. It was as if they had been sedated or rendered unconscious before being brought here, and the realization struck him like a cold slap. There could be more of them lurking, hidden away in the shadows.

“Something’s not right,” Tyler declared, his voice cutting through the thick air of the lab. “I’m going upstairs to check it out.”

Nelson, still lost in his own world, barely acknowledged him. He muttered under his breath, his eyes glued to the flickering screens that displayed a chaotic array of data.

“Nelson,” Tyler insisted, his tone firmer this time.

Finally, Nelson turned to him, his gaze unfocused, as if he were peering at Tyler through a foggy lens, not quite comprehending the urgency in his voice. “Oh.” Just a single word, and then he returned to his work, as if Tyler were just another piece of lab equipment, inconsequential in the grand scheme of his experiments.

Tyler shot a glance at Denton, who was nearby, gently soothing Pinky, their pet. “Try not to scratch,” he reminded, a hint of concern etched on his face.

Denton responded with a goofy grin, waving his hand as if to say everything would be fine.

With a determined stride, Tyler bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time in a rush to reach the 66th floor. Each step propelled him closer to the source of the chaos. As he ascended, two more resounding crashes echoed from above, louder and more jarring than before, as if something colossal was being hurled against the ground.

Meanwhile, Caroline had already pieced together the sinister intentions of the intruders. Her hands tingled with a fierce anticipation for combat. These individuals—whoever they were—were nothing short of monsters. They had attempted to annihilate everyone in the shelter and unleashed a plague, all for the sake of seizing the precious supplies stored within.

Fueled by a boiling rage, she signaled for Medusa to launch two of the men to the ground with even greater force this time. The impact was brutal; Caroline watched in grim satisfaction as the men’s heads cracked open, teeth scattering like confetti from the violent collision.

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