Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband-Chapter 213: Dangerous Person

Medeia skipped down the corridor, grinning as she effortlessly escaped those foolish soldiers. Even though she had to sacrifice one document, the more important ones were still safely stored in her Space Pocket.

Since she couldn’t use her camouflage cloak again for another hour, she decided not to return to the bathroom. Instead, she decided to find Lucian so they could get out of this place as soon as possible.

For a moment, she considered using the mystical compass to teleport. It would cost her, but at least she had gotten something valuable in return.

As she made her way down the second-floor hallway, she finally spotted a row of doors, not too far from the restrooms. Each door had a small window, making them look more like prison cells than bedrooms for kids.

Medeia came to a stop in front of one of the doors. Her eyes flickered toward the metal plate bolted to it, engraved with "B24-03".

She tilted her head, thinking.

Did B24 mean Batch 24, while the last number represented the room number?

Curious, she took a step back and glanced at the doors around her.

B24-01.

B24-02.

Yep, it seemed like she was right.

Her curiosity piqued, Medeia stepped closer to B24-03 and leaned in, peering through the small window on the door.

The interior of the room was painfully simple. There was a bunk bed and a single bed, with nothing else that stood out. The walls and floor were pure white—hell, even the bed sheets were white.

In the corner, there was a small sink and an emergency potty, probably for when they weren’t allowed to leave their quarters.

"Sir! Can I have more apple juice?"

Medeia flinched in surprise when she suddenly heard a little boy’s voice from inside the room.

She lowered her gaze and spotted three little boys sitting at a small table in the middle of the room.

Their tiny hands clutched spoons as they struggled to scoop up chunks of meat stew from their cold metal trays.

’Tell me their age,’ Medeia asked the system.

A glowing number appeared above each of their heads: 07, 08, 07.

Seven and eight years old? They were way too young to be taking care of themselves!

"Kael! You can’t ask for more juice!" The blonde-haired boy pinched Kael’s cheek, scolding him. "We only get one juice a week!"

Kael pouted. "But ... but the nice soldier from before said he’d come back and bring us more!"

"He was lying to you!" The boy with darker skin huffed, glaring. "Didn’t you read the book they gave us? The world is dying! It’s hard to find fruit!"

"But what if the book is lying? What if the world is actually fine?"

Medeia silently watched as they bickered about who was right and who was wrong. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

It seemed like they had been given books containing information about the outside world. Maybe the researchers were trying to make them less timid, considering how the previous successful batch had ended up too fearful.

"The world really is dying! That’s why we have to stay here!"

"But ... but I’m tired of living in this tiny place!"

"Shhh! Don’t say that out loud!" The blonde-haired boy quickly covered Kael’s mouth, his eyes darting toward the door, toward Medeia.

Fear flickered across his face. "We’ll get punished if you talk like that."

Punished?

Medeia clenched her fists.

These kids had clean clothes, better food than rock-hard military rations, and a place to stay that was far nicer than a soldier’s barracks.

But apparently, it all came at a cost.

Maybe the reason Finn and the others were so timid wasn’t just because they had never seen the ugliness of the outside world. Maybe it was because they were forced to obey or face punishment.

But what kind of punishment could be so terrifying that it made the boys shiver at just the mere thought of it?

Even Kael, who had been so chatty just moments ago, had fallen silent. He bit his lip and went back to eating his cold stew, his little hands gripping the spoon tightly.

Should she just break down the door and take them with her now?

No. If she did that, she wouldn’t be able to use the mystical compass.

Wait—there were three of them. Maybe she could teach them how to use it, while she and Lucian found another way out.

No, no, no.

If she did that, the military base would immediately tighten security, making it even harder to come back and save the others later.

There were 15 quarters on this floor, each one holding three kids.

If she only took three, the remaining 42 children might never get a chance to escape easily later.

Medeia gritted her teeth.

She took a step back from the door, forcing herself not to look at the children’s faces.

Those little gremlins always had a way of making things complicated for her.

As she stepped back further, she suddenly bumped into someone.

Medeia froze. Her eyes widened slightly.

Since when?!

She hadn’t even heard footsteps approaching.

The person behind her was taller, broader, and when she crashed into him, it felt like slamming into a steel wall.

"What are you doing here?" A deep voice echoed in her ear, and for some reason, it triggered something within her.

She reacted instantly, spinning around and jumping back to create some space between them.

The man standing in front of her wore a long black coat, his tall frame nearly blocking out the dim light.

His sharp gray eyes flickered toward her. The intensity in his gaze was so overwhelming it almost felt like he could burn a hole through her skull just by looking at her.

’Who the hell is that?!’ Medeia screamed at the system.

[Name: Lazarus Voss (General of Oblivion Military Alliance)

Age: 53

Ability: ???]

General Voss?!

The soldiers at the gate had said he wasn’t in the base!

No, that wasn’t the real problem here.

Why couldn’t the system detect his ability?!

It reminded her of Lucian. Back then, the system couldn’t detect his ability either because it wasn’t capable of measuring it.

So ... what did that mean for this man?

And more importantly, why did she feel just a little bit scare right now?

The fuck?

She had never felt like this toward any human before.

"I asked you a question." Lazarus took a step toward her, his voice dropping lower. "What are you doing here?"

Before Medeia could figure out how to fool this terrifying general, especially when she couldn’t even speak, she suddenly heard the sound of a cart rolling in the distance.

"Oh, there you are!"

Medeia let out a small sigh of relief as a familiar voice echoed through the corridor. "You can’t wander around like that! Come on, we still have to deliver lunch to the soldiers on this floor."

Without sparing Lazarus a glance, Medeia immediately ran toward Lucian. She was about to help him push the cart when Lazarus said something, "Wait."

Lazarus’s voice stopped them both in their tracks.

Medeia held her breath, but Lucian remained as calm as ever. He even turned around and flashed the general a polite smile. "Do you need something, Sir?"

Lazarus looked at him for a moment before asking, "Have we met before?"

Medeia stole a quick glance at Lucian and noticed that he had covered his face with dust, making him harder to recognize.

"Of course, Sir!" Lucian replied confidently. "I’ve been living on this base for years, so I’m sure we’ve crossed paths before. However, today is our first day working in this metal cube. That’s why I hope you can understand if my comrade accidentally got lost."

Lazarus stayed silent for a long moment before finally saying, "You may go."

Medeia didn’t waste any more time, she grabbed the cart and pushed it away from him as fast as possible. Only when they had walked far enough—far enough that the terrifying man was no longer in sight—did Medeia finally whisper, "He’s the General."

"I know." Lucian replied casually. "That’s why I was going to ask, why were you wandering around instead of staying in the toilet?"

Medeia’s expression darkened. "You expected me to just sit there in that disgusting restroom?"

Lucian sighed. "That’s not what I meant. I just don’t want you getting into trouble. What if I wasn’t there when the General questioned you?" He clicked his tongue. "Fuck, I don’t even know why he suddenly showed up in here."

Medeia blinked.

Lucian swore? If words like that had actually slipped from his mouth, then the situation had to be really bad.

"I’ve already got something important from this base." Medeia said, picking up her pace. "Let’s get out of here."

She grabbed Lucian’s wrist and pulled him toward the locker room, pulling out the mystical compass.

Before the system could even ask if she wanted to pay for the teleportation, Medeia cut it off. "Just take the gold from my account and teleport us back to the Red Star Alliance. Now."

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