Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201 Tyler Asked for Help

Chapter 201 Tyler Asked for Help

Caroline reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of energy bars.

After all, Tyler was right there. She couldn’t just pull out a steak or something fancy. A few energy bars would have to do.

But when she looked up, she saw Tyler watching her with that half–smile of his.

The way he stared made her feel uneasy.

Then he finally spoke. “Ms. Sinclair,” he said calmly, “we’re not that poor. We still have plenty of supplies. Did you really come out this unprepared?”

Caroline frowned, unsure what he meant.

Tyler pulled his duffel bag closer and started digging inside. After a moment, he took out a cup of instant noodles, then a thermos.

He poured hot water into the cup, waited a bit, and added a spoonful of chili oil. Then he opened a can of luncheon meat, cut a few slices, and dropped them in. He glanced at her. “You can have some of mine. Tastes better than those bricks you’re chewing.”

Caroline chewed her energy bar, but suddenly it didn’t taste so good anymore.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t eaten instant noodles in ages. Back before everything fell apart, she used to live off things like pasta, stew, spicy crawfish, clam chowder, and barbeque.

Instant noodles had a strange magic–you’d get sick of them when you ate them too much, but after not having them for a long time, you started craving them again.

The sight woke Caroline’s appetite.

A hot sip of noodle broth in this freezing cold sounded perfect.

She swallowed hard.

Tyler really knew how to eat on the road.

But when she noticed the half–smile in Tyler’s eyes, she went on guard. “Mr. Lowland,” she said, “people always say that when someone’s too eager to help, they either mean trouble or want something. What’s your angle?”

Tyler stared at her for about five seconds, then the corner of his mouth lifted. “Ms. Sinclair, I

need a favor.”

“Of course, I won’t let you do it for nothing.”

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Tyler handed her the cup of noodles, then moved to his sled and dug around in his bundle.

Caroline’s hand paused mid–chew when she saw what he pulled out.

The bundle was full of weapons, Guns, ammo, grenades, and packages of explosives.

Where did he get all this? What was he planning to blow up?

Looking at the amount, she thought they could blow the whole apartment block apart.

And these explosives weren’t some homemade junk; they were proper military–grade charges, factory–made. You could tell just how powerful they were.

“You’ve been spending the past few days collecting this?” Caroline asked, tapping Tyler’s pack in disbelief.

Caroline nodded. “Yeah. If Colonel Sutton ever finds out that there’s more gunpowder stored

there than what the military has, he’s not going to take it well.”

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She could almost picture Francis’s face tightening with that usual deep frown of his.

“What are you planning to do with all that stuff?” she asked.

“To save my teammate,” Tyler said. “His name’s Denton.”

Then Tyler told her the story–how he got his weapons and why Denton mattered.

Tyler had been part of a mercenary group. One of the youngest in their squad was a seventeen–year–old orphan named Denton Carroll.

Since joining three years ago, Tyler had been looking out for him.

When they returned to Hornvale, Tyler sent Denton to meet a shipment of smuggled weapons coming in from overseas. But right then, the apocalypse hit.

After that, they lost contact.

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