Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 120: Separated

Without saying anything, both of them rushed toward the front door, but before they could even reach it, Delilah heard footsteps that didn’t belong to the panicked crowd.

They were heavy and each step landed with a harsh metallic sound, like metal striking against the floor, making it clear that whatever was coming had long, solid claws.

"MOM! MOM, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Her daughters’ cries cut straight through her, terrified, and her entire body began to shake as her heart pounded violently against her ribs, so fast it almost hurt.

"Mom is here! Run, girls!" she shouted, her voice breaking as she tried to reach them.

A loud crash followed, shaking the corridor, and then the screams came, filled with pain and panic, far worse than anything before.

Delilah and Leon stopped at the same time when the metal wall beside them was suddenly torn apart, long claw marks ripping through it as if it were nothing, leaving an opening wide enough for them to see what was happening outside.

Blood covered the floor, bodies lay scattered, and in the middle of it all, the creature moved.

Delilah covered her mouth instinctively as it came into view, walking slowly as if it knew they were watching and chose not to rush.

Its fur was black, drenched in fresh blood, and its long muzzle was filled with jagged fangs while thick saliva mixed with blood dripped from its mouth. The blood wasn’t even its own.

A low growl rumbled from its throat, and something shifted along its back before shooting forward at terrifying speed. Delilah couldn’t see what it was, not clearly, but she didn’t need to. The screams outside made it obvious.

People were being killed.

Her legs refused to move, her chest tightening as her breath caught in her throat, fear locking her in place as she stood there unable to react.

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the creature lunged forward and disappeared down the corridor, leaving behind a silence that felt just as heavy as the noise before it.

Her strength gave out and Delilah dropped to the floor, gasping for air as her body struggled to recover, while Leon stood frozen beside her, his face pale and his body stiff with shock.

But they didn’t have the luxury to stay like that, not when their daughters were still outside.

"Freya! Summer!"

Forcing her body to move, Delilah pushed herself up and ran forward, her steps unsteady but desperate as she reached the door and threw it open, only to be met with a scene that made her chest tighten even more.

There was no one.

Only dead bodies.

Panic surged through her as tears blurred her vision, and she rushed forward without thinking, pushing corpses aside, checking every face she could, searching desperately for any sign of them.

"Answer me! Where are you?!"

Some of the bodies were still intact, but others were torn apart, scattered into pieces that were impossible to recognize, and yet she kept searching, moving through the corridor, opening door after door, finding people hiding in fear behind them.

But no matter how many rooms she checked, her daughters were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Leon grabbed her shoulder from behind and turned her around. "Delilah... let’s find an escape. Their chances of survival are low."

She cut him off immediately, her eyes burning. "So what?! You want to run away without them? What kind of father are you?!"

"The rational one," he replied coldly. "Stop thinking with your emotions. It’s impossible for them to survive. Or do you want to die with them too?"

Delilah gritted her teeth, disbelief and anger rising together. She couldn’t accept what she was hearing, and even worse, he didn’t look as devastated as she thought he would be.

She shoved him aside. "Then go. I know they’re still alive. I know they’re still here, trying to survive, and until I see their bodies with my own eyes, I won’t believe otherwise."

Her voice hardened as she stepped past him. "But I swear to God, Leon, if you turn your back on your family... you’re dead to me."

She didn’t wait for his response. Turning away, she followed the trail of bodies, checking each one carefully, especially the smaller ones.

It didn’t matter whether Leon followed her or not. Right now, the only thing that mattered was finding her daughters.

As she moved through the corridor, she entered rooms one by one, searching quickly but thoroughly. Whenever she found weapons, she took them. A shotgun, a pistol, even a knife in case she had to fight up close.

The more advanced weapons were useless, the laser guns and blades completely dead as if they had lost power.

Even the communication systems and robotic units that usually handled announcements and their daily life were no longer functioning. Only traditional weapons worked.

Luckily, she knew how to use them. Mandatory military service had at least left her with that.

At some point, she realized Leon was still behind her, following closely but staying silent, as if he had nothing left to say. She didn’t care.

"HELP! HELP US!"

The desperate cry echoed from the right corridor, forcing her to stop. For a brief moment, she hesitated. The trail she had been following led straight ahead.

"Please! Help my son!"

Her grip tightened around the shotgun as she exhaled sharply. "Why am I hesitating..." she muttered under her breath. "I have to help them too."

She turned and ran toward the voice.

At the corner, she saw them. A mother shielding her son, her body trembling as she tried to block the creature in front of them.

It looked similar to the one from earlier, but smaller. Still dangerous.

From its back, thick vines extended, three of them, each ending in a hard, round mass covered in thorns. When one of them struck the metal wall beside it, the surface bent inward with ease.

The mother saw Delilah and immediately gestured for silence.

Delilah slowed her steps and moved behind the creature, raising her shotgun, steadying her aim.

The moment she was in position, the creature turned and It lunged at her.

She fired without hesitation. The recoil forced her body back slightly as the shot rang through the corridor.

The impact threw the creature off balance, but it didn’t go down. She had missed the vital spot, the blast hitting its shoulder instead.

The creature staggered, then the vines on its back twisted and shot forward, ready to strike. Before they could reach her, another shot rang out.

BANG.

The creature’s body jerked before collapsing completely.

Delilah turned. Leon stood behind her, lowering his weapon with a quiet sigh.

"You really can’t do anything without me, can you?"

Delilah turned away with a quiet sigh, choosing not to respond. The thought of agreeing with him disgusted her. This was the same man who had just suggested abandoning their daughters without hesitation.

Leon extended a hand to help her up, but she ignored it and pushed herself to her feet on her own. She didn’t want his help. She didn’t want his touch.

"Thank you, thank you so much for helping us!"

The mother spoke through trembling breaths, her entire body still shaking. Her son clung to her, crying uncontrollably, reaching toward the corpse on the floor before she quickly pulled him back.

"Huuu... Dad, daddy!" he sobbed.

The sound tightened something deep in Delilah’s chest. It reminded her of her own daughters. They must be terrified right now, alone in a place they didn’t understand, surrounded by monsters.

"It’s alright. Your mother will protect you," Leon said gently as he reached out and patted the boy’s head, trying to calm him.

It only made Delilah more irritated.

Leon had always been like this. He could show kindness so easily to others, lend money to friends without thinking twice, or even spend generously to help strangers.

Yet when it came to his own family, everything became a calculation. It had taken him a full week just to decide whether their daughters’ health insurance was worth the cost.

"If you—"

He started to speak, probably intending to offer more help or ask them to follow along, but Delilah cut him off before he could continue.

"Did you see my daughters? Two girls. One is smaller, around eight years old, short dark blue hair and blue eyes. The other is taller, blonde hair, green eyes."

The mother’s expression shifted immediately, recognition flashing across her face. "Yes, I saw them. A man was carrying them, I think he was from the defensive unit. They went that way." She pointed down the hallway.

Delilah’s eyes widened, hope surging through her. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

She took a quick breath before adding, "I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t follow us. You know where the emergency exit is, right?"

"It’s alright. You’ve helped us enough," the woman said, managing a weak smile. "I’ll take my son and go there. I hope you find your daughters."

She quickly gathered her child and moved in the opposite direction, heading toward safety.

Delilah didn’t waste another second. She turned and ran down the hallway the woman had pointed to, her mind racing.

There was a refuge area nearby, a designated safe zone for people who couldn’t move quickly during emergencies.

If her daughters were anywhere... they had to be there.