Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 158: Random Question

Chapter 158: Random Question

"Still, can you do it?" Medeia pressed. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Vivienne’s safety—well, maybe just a little—but if she didn’t step up, things would only get worse.

Vivienne hesitated before exhaling softly. "Maybe ... I can try to warm one or two rooms for a while," she said, glancing at Seraphina as if seeking permission. "Just for a little while ... at least until we get more firewood."

"That’s too risky!" Celestine protested. "We don’t even know when we’ll be able to gather more firewood."

Medeia straightened her posture, her voice steady. "I’ll get it within two weeks—no, sooner than that."

Silence fell over the room as all eyes turned to her.

Seraphina hesitated before speaking, her voice laced with concern. "With all due respect, it’s not that I doubt you ... but this winter is harsher than usual. I don’t know if you’ll be able to make it to the forest and back in such a short time."

Medeia smiled. "Oh, I can."

And she truly could. If she used the teleportation compass and stored the firewood in her Space Pocket, she could gather everything in less than a week—maybe even faster.

But that plan had one major flaw.

If she did that, everyone would find out about her Space Pocket.

And she wasn’t willing to take that risk. Revealing something that valuable was just asking for trouble.

That left her with only two choices—either expose her secret to everyone or take the long, exhausting route and gather the firewood manually.

[Maybe you could take the truck and use the teleportation compass halfway through,]

[That way, you can load the firewood onto the truck, and no one will suspect a thing.]

Medeia blinked in surprise. For a second, she genuinely wondered if that was really her system talking.

’Oh? Since when did you become this useful?!’ she screamed internally. ’I’m so touched! Oh, I might actually cry right now!’

Like a sulking child, the system huffed. [If you keep that tone, the system will never help you again, Host!]

[If you keep that tone, the system will never help you again, Host!]

’Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I know you care about me.’

The system fell silent, clearly done with her nonsense. But Medeia only smiled widely. At least now, she had found a way to fix the biggest flaw in her plan.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to Seraphina and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her expression was serious—uncharacteristically so.

"I’ll bring back as much firewood as this base can hold," she promised. "But in the meantime, I need you to take care of my baby." Her voice softened, but her tone left no room for argument. "I mean it."

• •

Medeia had no intention of wasting another second. Without hesitation, she told Lucian to get ready because they would be heading into the forest that very night.

For the time being, they also had Nico cover the base with his shield to prevent any attacks while she and Lucian were away.

"Wait, wait, wait—are you seriously doing this?" Seraphina still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She gestured wildly at Medeia’s so-called team. "And what the hell is this? You’re only bringing Lucian and ... this?"

She stopped mid-sentence as her gaze landed on Bear, who blinked up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

"This cute dog?"

Medeia crossed her arms, completely unfazed. "This is the most efficient way. Too many people would just slow us down. Besides, Lucian and I are more than enough."

She sounded a little cocky, but she wasn’t wrong. The two of them combined were worth at least ten people—no, maybe even more than that.

Seraphina huffed in disbelief but didn’t argue further. Instead, Medeia suddenly leaned in, lowering her voice.

"Phina, I need to ask you something."

Lucian was busy loading supplies into the truck, so she took the opportunity to whisper.

"I know this is random, but... do you happen to know what kind of dessert Lucian liked as a kid?"

Seraphina frowned, thrown off by the completely out-of-place question. She’s about to march into a deadly snowstorm, and she’s thinking about desserts?

Still, something in Medeia’s tone made her pause. And just in case this was the last question she ever asked before vanishing into the snow, Seraphina answered.

"He’s not really into sweets," she said slowly. "But his mom used to make blueberry pie all the time."

Seraphina glanced upward, trying to recall a memory that felt like a lifetime ago. "Yeah ... I think he liked blueberry pie."

Though, honestly, she wasn’t sure if he actually enjoyed it or if he just ate it because his mother made it so often.

Either way, Medeia knew one thing—blueberry pie was tied to his childhood, to a piece of his past that he might not even realize he missed.

She let out a slow breath, dragging a hand through her hair. Of all the things she should be worrying about right now, dessert wasn’t one of them. But the system wouldn’t let her forget, constantly reminding her that she only had five days left.

At this rate, she was probably going to have to bake a damn pie in the middle of the freezing forest.

Medeia sighed, rubbing her temples as she climbed into the truck. Lucian was already in the driver’s seat, his hands steady on the wheel, waiting for her cue.

Bear, their so-called "third teammate," was curled up in the back, completely unfazed by the freezing wind cutting through the air.

"You ready?" Lucian asked, glancing at her.

"As ready as I’ll ever be," she muttered, pulling her coat tighter around her.

With that, Lucian started the engine, and the truck rumbled to life, tires crunching against the snow as they rolled forward into the icy darkness.

For the first few minutes, neither of them spoke. The road was rough, the snowfall heavy, and the silence between them was thick with unspoken thoughts.

Medeia leaned her head against the window, watching the world blur past in streaks of white and gray.

Then, out of nowhere, Lucian spoke. "So, why blueberry pie?"

Medeia stiffened slightly but kept her expression neutral. "What do you mean?"

"You asked Seraphina about it back there," he said, his voice calm but curious. "Seemed kind of random, considering, you know ... we’re heading into a snowstorm and all."

Medeia sighed, watching her breath fog up the glass. Damn it. She should’ve lowered her voice.

She answered carefully. "I was just curious. Food has a way of bringing back memories, doesn’t it?"

"The system asks you to make a dessert for me, isn’t it?" asked Lucian directly.