Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Criminal Hideout

Chapter 203 Criminal Hideout

The man was as fat as Neville, his face full of flab and sweat. In one hand, he held a chicken leg.

In the other, he dragged a thin young woman.

She couldn’t have been more than 20, crying and struggling to get away.

Annoyed by the noise, the man kicked her hard in the stomach. “Shut up!” he barked.

The girl doubled over in pain and stopped crying. Trembling, she stood up and followed him quietly, her face pale and full of fear.

Satisfied, the man grinned and ran his filthy hands over her body, muttering disgusting words under his breath.

Outside, another man stepped out from the villa next door, his arm wrapped around a sultry- looking woman. “Daley,” he said, “why do you think Neville and the others have been gone so long? They should’ve been back hours ago.”

Daley Hoffman laughed. His hand was still sliding around the frightened girl’s waist. “Who knows,” he chuckled. “Maybe they’re outside having a dog–meat barbecue–didn’t want to share with us gatekeepers, so they’re taking their sweet time!”

They all laughed. Daley pulled the girl back into the right–hand villa.

The other man chuckled, took his woman, and went into the left villa.

Moments later, the sound of crying and shouting came from inside.

The words that came from inside were so filthy that Caroline felt her ears burn.

“That’s enough,” she muttered coldly. “Today, I’m taking every last thing you stash. Let’s see how you keep hurting people without it.”

She pushed the door open and stepped into the villa. The place was crammed full of supplies -bags of rice, canned food, and winter gear stacked from floor to ceiling.

Judging by the mix of brands and sizes, the loot had been taken from many homes. None of the clothes or blankets matched. Many of them were still stained with dried blood.

Caroline’s jaw tightened. She started packing fast, sending the food and cans without blood into her storage space. Then she picked through the winter supplies, keeping only those

The filthy ones she tied into bundles, tossed into her storage space, and fed straight to JunkEater.

The first floor was cleared within minutes.

She headed upstairs. The second floor was a mess.

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Men’s clothes thrown all over, half–eaten food on tables, bottles rolling on the floor. The whole place stank like a pigsty.

Caroline searched each room quickly but found nothing worth keeping.

Finally, she entered one that looked more expensive than the rest. The furniture was polished, the curtains thick, and the sheets cleaner–Neville’s room, without a doubt.

Inside a drawer, she found a few pieces of gold. She pocketed them in her storage space.

After she finished gathering the supplies, Caroline readied herself to leave with Raven. She didn’t want to check the other house.

There were things going on inside she didn’t want to see. It made her sick.

Since the other house was occupied, Caroline and Raven slipped out the left villa and closed the door quietly.

Caroline held her gun and moved slowly away.

Then she heard a door open not far off.

Raven twisted his head instantly and took a protective stance.

That sultry woman stepped out. She didn’t expect anyone to be there.

Her name was Lizzie Carlson. She was 24 and had once been a small–time influencer.

After the apocalypse, she’d quickly attached herself to Neville. When Neville was away, she had been seeing Byron Lowland.

Lately things had gone well for her. People treated her well and fed her. She liked the respect.

She had just finished her business with Byron and was stepping outside for a cigarette.

Her cheeks were flushed. She wore a mink coat over a pale blue satin dress.

Then she saw Caroline.

A young woman full of spirit, a big dog at her side, and a giant pack on her back.

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