Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 461

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 461**

**Chapter 461: The Funeral**

The big man’s eyes widened in disbelief, and a furious shout erupted from his lips, echoing through the desolate surroundings. It was a sound of anger and desperation, a raw expression of a man who had just realized the gravity of his situation.

On the other side of the chaos, the older brother’s heart raced as he watched his younger sibling take a hit. Panic surged through him, causing him to lose his footing, and in that moment of vulnerability, Tyler seized the opportunity. With a swift and calculated kick, he sent the older brother crashing to the ground, where he landed with a thud that reverberated in the silence of the afternoon.

Tyler’s fingers transformed into razor-thin blades, sharp and glinting ominously in the fading light. He had learned this technique from Caroline, who had demonstrated it with chilling precision earlier. Without hesitation, he sliced through the tendons in the older brother’s hands and feet, rendering him immobile.

Caroline and Tyler exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. In that fleeting moment, they recognized a shared understanding and approval in each other’s eyes—a bond forged in the heat of battle.

Suddenly, a loud boom shattered the tense atmosphere, reverberating across the sky like a warning bell.

Everyone instinctively looked up. Just a few dozen feet away, someone had ignited a firework! The colorful explosion illuminated the dreary landscape, a stark contrast to the grim reality they faced.

These must have been remnants from before the apocalypse, a time when such displays were commonplace. Now, however, the danger of drawing unwanted attention made it a rare occurrence; no one dared to set off fireworks at night anymore, fearing the lurking dangers that might be attracted by the noise.

Yet here was someone, audaciously climbing an abandoned building and igniting the fireworks in broad daylight, as if to reclaim a piece of the lost world.

It was then that the realization struck everyone at once—tonight marked New Year’s Eve, a time for celebration and new beginnings.

“Tomorrow, we’ll move,” Caroline declared with a resolute tone, her voice cutting through the lingering tension like a knife.

The group nodded in agreement, a collective understanding forming amongst them.

A new year required a fresh start, and Caroline felt that sentiment resonate deeply within her soul.

On the ground, the brothers who had been incapacitated lay in silence, their fate sealed.

Did you forget something? Are we truly so easy to overlook?

“Come on,” Caroline said, a cold smile creeping onto her lips. “Let’s take these two down. We’ll send Commander Zimmer a lovely gift.”

Meanwhile, Francis and his team marched forward, their expressions solemn as they carried the casket. They moved with purpose, heading toward the burial site they had chosen—a place a few miles from the shelter.

Before the world fell apart, this area had been nothing but an empty construction site, a barren expanse devoid of buildings or life.

But after the chaos, even fewer souls dared to venture here.

When the great heat descended upon the land, this once desolate site transformed into a graveyard.

Rows of headstones now lined the open field, each marking the resting place of fallen soldiers.

Some had perished fighting against mutated creatures on the front lines, while others had lost their lives during violent clashes within the shelter. A few had even succumbed to the bitter cold, their bodies cremated in a final act of dignity.

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