Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 The Ambush on the 66th Floor

The lock clicked and gave way under the hands of a soldier trained for this kind of job.

Within seconds, the team rushed into the stairwell on the 66th floor. The air was stale, the lights flickering weakly overhead.

Ambrose glanced at the row of apartment doors in front of him. “Which one’s hers?” he demanded.

A young soldier stepped forward, pointing toward the last door down the hallway. “That one, sir.”

He was the one who had gathered intel from Erica and others at the shelter, making sure this mission went smoothly.

Ambrose gave a cold snort, his voice sharp and commanding. “Break it open!”

The soldier nodded and signaled his men. Tools clanked as they started prying at the lock.

But the lock on Caroline’s door was tougher than the ones outside. It took them almost a full minute just to pry open the first latch.

Meanwhile, Caroline and Tyler had only made it to the 55th floor. They were climbing fast, but the endless stairs were getting to her.

Her breath came out ragged, her legs heavy like lead.

“I’m faster,” Tyler said, glancing back at her. “I’ll

go

first.”

Caroline could barely speak, but she nodded, forcing herself to keep moving. She turned to the black dog beside her. “Raven, go with him.”

Raven took the order and leapt up the stairs right behind Tyler.

Caroline clenched her teeth; watching the two of them dart upward, she felt slightly relieved. She kept pushing herself, forcing her tired legs to climb faster.

Meanwhile, Ambrose’s men had already broken through the first lock and were working on the second. Within moments, it clicked open.

Ambrose’s eyes lit up with excitement. He grinned and stepped forward, eager to lead the

charge.

But the moment his foot crossed the threshold, something shot out of the darkness straight toward his head.

“Arghh! What is that?!” He yelled.

Behind him, a few soldiers panicked and started firing.

The thing was too fast. The hallway was dim–the early morning light hadn’t reached this high yet. They couldn’t even see what it was.

Everyone grew panicked.

But the hallway was narrow, with almost no room to move. One of the older soldiers with years of experience quickly shoved their rifles down. “Don’t shoot! You’ll hit our own!” he shouted.

The creature slashed at Ambrose once–then vanished into the shadows.

A young soldier ran up to check on Ambrose, but what he saw made his face go pale. Ambrose’s forehead had been ripped open, the skin peeled back, and blood streamed down nonstop until his whole chest was soaked red.

“Don’t worry about me. Get inside and find that storage space! I want it found, no matter what!” Ambrose shouted, pressing a handkerchief to his sweaty forehead. His face was twisted with rage and pain.

A young soldier stood up immediately and ran toward Caroline’s apartment.

But the moment his boot touched the doorway, a sharp screech echoed from somewhere above.

The soldier screamed, “Ahhh!”

His forehead split open. Flesh tore apart. His face was a mess of blood and torn skin. One of his eyes rolled in its socket grotesquely.

Then the shadow was gone again, vanishing into the dark like it had never been there.

Everyone froze. Nobody dared to move.

That doorway served like a border.

The moment anyone stepped across it, death would strike.

Rusty Delgado, the seasoned soldier among them, lifted his handgun. He cautiously scanned

the area, eyes darting between the walls and ceiling. He was searching for whatever that thing

was.

“Go in! Keep going! I want that storage space found!”

Ambrose roared again, his voice cracking like a madman.

The remaining soldiers exchanged terrified looks with one another.

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