Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 451

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 451**
**Chapter 451: The Net Trap**

A massive fishing net, crafted from thick, resilient fibers, suddenly soared through the air, descending upon the group with alarming swiftness, ensnaring them in its tangled embrace. The moment it hit, panic erupted among them like a wildfire, spreading swiftly as they struggled to break free. But just as they began to fight against the suffocating mesh, another net plummeted down, followed in quick succession by a third and a fourth. It was a relentless barrage. By the time the tenth net crashed down, their desperate efforts morphed into a resigned surrender, the weight of the nets overwhelming their resolve.

The sheer mass of the nets was staggering, a crushing force that bore down upon them like an unyielding mountain. In mere moments, they found themselves buried beneath a staggering pile of forty lead-weighted nets, each one heavier than the last, pinning them down. Even with three ability users and three mutant cats among them, the burden felt insurmountable, a weight that seemed to sap the very will to fight from their bones.

Yet, the nets showed no sign of relenting. They continued to rain down upon the hapless group—twenty more, thirty, then forty. With each new layer, the air grew thin, squeezing the breath from their lungs, the claustrophobic darkness closing in around them like a suffocating shroud.

Defeat washed over the humans, their spirits crushed under the oppressive weight of the nets. But the mutant cats, true to their nature, refused to succumb to despair. Caught in this chaotic trap, the enormous mutant felines erupted into a frenzy of panic. Their bodies twisted and turned beneath the heavy nets, claws flailing wildly as they fought to shred the suffocating material that confined them.

Their cries were piercing, filled with anguish and desperation, reverberating through the layers of nets that surrounded them. Even as they struggled, pushing the nets up a few inches with all their might, they remained relentless. They yowled and clawed at the air, a cacophony of defiance against their entrapment, their primal instincts driving them to resist.

The raiders, trapped alongside them, attempted to calm the frenzied cats, some even pulling out morsels of food in a futile effort to distract the beasts. But their attempts were in vain; the cats were too far gone in their panic, their instincts overriding any semblance of rational thought.

In their frenzy, more than one cat inadvertently lashed out, their sharp claws finding purchase on the raiders’ exposed skin. The heat of the day had prompted everyone to wear light clothing, and soon the confined space was a chaotic scene of scratches, blood, and sheer mayhem. These individuals were trackers, not warriors. Their abilities were minimal, designed for stealth rather than combat. The unfortunate souls trapped beneath the nets were merely low-level trackers, tasked with following Caroline’s movements, not engaging her in battle.

Minutes felt like hours as the group beneath the nets became increasingly battered, their bodies marked by the wild thrashing of the mutant cats. Some of the cats, having temporarily calmed down after the distraction of food, now found themselves startled by the sudden violence erupting around them.

“Don’t attack!” the team leader shouted, his voice strained with urgency. But it was too late.

The injured and terrified mutant cats reacted instinctively, lunging at the group in a frenzy. The heavy nets pressing down on their backs only heightened their panic, creating a maelstrom of chaos beneath the layers of entrapment.

Caroline stood at a distance, a silent observer of the turmoil unfolding before her. The sight was both horrific and fascinating; blood splattered across the nets, and the people grew weaker with each passing moment, just as the mutant cats began to falter under the strain.

The nets acted as a suffocating barrier, isolating them from the outside world and trapping them in a nightmarish reality. In a tragic turn of events, two of the people were killed by the frenzied mutant cats, their lifeblood staining the nets. The cats themselves bore injuries, their bodies marked by the violence of their own instincts.

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