Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 476

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 476**
**Chapter 476: Dog Treats**

Caroline found herself watching the scene unfold before her with a mix of amusement and concern. General, the ever-enthusiastic canine, was making a series of impatient sounds, nudging his partner, the pregnant Samoyed, forward with an urgency that was hard to ignore. She could only imagine the weight of the little lives nestled inside the fluffy belly of the Samoyed, especially during such chaotic times. The apocalypse had turned the world upside down, and yet here was this resilient creature, carrying on with the instinct to nurture amidst the ruins.

As she rummaged through her storage, Caroline unearthed a treasure from the past—some pre-apocalypse dog treats. The moment she pulled the bag into view, something utterly comical occurred. It was as if a spell had been cast; every pair of eyes in the vicinity zeroed in on her. The mutant dogs, their features a bizarre amalgamation of familiar breeds and grotesque mutations, stepped forward in a synchronized dance of eagerness. Even Raven and Snow, her loyal companions, stood at attention, their postures mimicking little soldiers ready for a command.

The sight made Caroline’s heart swell, but also pricked at her conscience. She felt a pang of guilt for merely holding the bag, knowing that one small packet wouldn’t be enough to satiate the growing crowd of hungry, hopeful faces. General, who had been relentless in his nudging moments before, now fixed his gaze on the treats with an intensity that made her chuckle softly.

Then, in the stillness that followed, she could have sworn she heard the sound of dripping—like water from a leaky faucet. Her eyes darted upward, and there it was: a giant mutant Rottweiler, towering at least ten feet tall, drooling profusely. The sight was both amusing and alarming; even ordinary Rottweilers were known for their slobber, but this creature’s drool could probably wash her hair if she stood too close. Below him, a tiny toy poodle was completely drenched, yet it seemed utterly unfazed, its gaze fixed squarely on Caroline.

“Uh…” she managed, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her.

The realization hit her hard: one bag of snacks was woefully inadequate for the pack that had gathered around her.

“Caroline, looks like you’ve got the whole pack glued to you,” Denton chuckled from beside her, his amusement evident. He couldn’t help but recall a similar incident from his past when he had donned the rat king’s hide amidst a swarm of rodents and had pulled out a sausage for Pinky. In mere seconds, every eye had been trained on that morsel, just as they were now on Caroline.

She surveyed the gathering pack, her heart softening at the sight. Some of the dogs were clearly once cherished pets, likely abandoned when the world fell apart or having escaped after undergoing their transformations. Others bore the scars of survival—old injuries that told tales of battles fought and lost. They had rushed in with General, their protector, to ensure her safety, and it struck her how vulnerable they all were in this harsh reality.

With a grin, Caroline decided to dig deeper into her storage, pulling out a few more treat bags along with some meat dog food. She knew she couldn’t guarantee that every dog would leave with a full belly, but at the very least, they could all enjoy a taste of the past—some semblance of the good life they once knew. Perhaps, through these morsels, the dogs who had once known the comforts of a home could recall a sliver of happier days.

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