Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 201: Sleeping Beauties, It’s Time to Wake Up (2)

Chapter 201: Sleeping Beauties, It’s Time to Wake Up (2)

Medeia’s lips curled into a small smile, but her next words hit him like a cold slap. "You’re in the base you were supposed to attack."

Silence.

Then, pure fear crept into his face.

He instinctively staggered backward, only to trip over the chair behind him and crash to the floor. His breath came in ragged gasps as he scrambled away, his gaze darting around the room, searching for a weapon.

Nothing.

His heart pounded. In a panic, he snatched up the only thing within reach, a chair, and with a desperate shout, hurled it at Medeia.

She didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

Yet the chair never hit her.

Right before it could, reality itself seemed to rewind. The chair snapped back into its original position, as if it had never been touched.

That ... that was impossible.

He had thrown it. He was sure of it. But it was sitting right where it had been, like nothing had happened.

A voice cut through the thick silence. "Watch your behavior." His voice was completely calm, but for some reason, the soldier didn’t have the guts to throw another chair.

Lucian didn’t even glance their way. He was seated across the room, casually flipping through notes, calculating supplies, determining exactly how much food the hunters needed to stockpile for the winter, and how many materials would be required to expand the base.

To him, this entire scene was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

He didn’t even bother lifting his head, leaving Medeia to handle the situation herself—or rather, letting his girlfriend have her fun.

"Who are you?!" The soldier’s panicked voice rang through the room, his body tense with fear as he finally noticed another person’s presence.

Medeia grabbed the soldier’s chin, forcing his attention back on her.

"Eyes on me, young man." Her voice was sweet, almost playful, but there was a sharpness to it. "Why are you throwing chairs at me and asking about your captain? Do you really not remember what happened last night?"

The soldier’s wide, frantic eyes darted around the room, landing on his unconscious comrades sprawled across the floor. His breath hitched. At first, he thought they were dead, but no. Their chests rose and fell steadily. They were still alive.

Medeia let out a disappointed click of her tongue when he didn’t answer.

"Your captain sacrificed you to the monsters."

Her lips trembled. Her voice cracked.

"Oh, how pitiful," she whispered, as if the very thought shattered her heart. "I saw you struggling to survive, but he just shoved you into the monsters’ den."

"He what?!"

Disbelief flashed across the soldier’s face.

His mind reeled, trying to grasp her words. He did remember his captain ordering him to walk ahead, despite knowing their comrades had been blown apart by landmines.

But the monsters?

Being pushed into their den?

He wasn’t sure. But given everything his captain had done to him before... a part of him believed it.

Medeia sighed, her voice laced with sorrow.

"I heard you screaming for help." She shook her head, as if the memory was too painful to recall. "Your friends... oh, those poor men... the monsters almost ate them alive."

She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.

"Listen to me, young man. The area around here is crawling with monsters. Walking through this fog toward our base?" She tilted her head, her smile almost sympathetic. "That’s no different from walking straight into the arms of demons."

The soldier stiffened. "D-Demons ..."

Memories slammed into him. Shadowy figures darting through the fog, something moving unnaturally fast and even stealing their helmets.

His throat ran dry. "Then ... what happened to my captain?"

Medeia sighed again, almost as if she truly regretted what she was about to say. "He’s dead. The monsters were too strong for him."

Silence.

The soldier swallowed hard, then lowered his gaze.

"Thank you ..." he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. Then, a little louder he said, "Thank you for saving me."

Medeia blinked.

Oh.

Well, that was easy.

It seemed the military had thrown so much suffering to him that he didn’t even look sad upon learning that his captain had been torn apart by monsters.

"But ... why did you save us?" the soldier asked hesitantly. "We ...."

"You were planning to attack this base?" Medeia cut him off smoothly, her sharp gaze making the soldier falter.

For a brief moment, he was caught off guard.

"Just forget it," she continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "I know you were only following orders from your superiors."

She let out a heavy sigh, pressing her trembling hands to her mouth as if overwhelmed by emotion.

"My heart shatters whenever I see young men like you being sacrificed by the military." Her voice wavered, eyes glistening with unshed tears—crocodile tears, of course. "The apocalypse has truly stripped humanity of its virtue."

She suddenly grabbed his shoulders and said, "I won’t force you to stay here, but... if you have nowhere else to go, you’re welcome to stay."

The soldier swallowed hard, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

"This place is going to need a lot of farmers in the future."

He blinked. "F-Farmers?" His voice cracked in disbelief. "You mean... there’s a farm here?"

She lifted the corner of her mouth. "You mean something like this?"

She reached behind her and lifted a woven basket brimming with fresh fruits and vegetables, their vibrant colors standing out even in the dim light. The sight alone made the soldier’s breath hitch.

"Go ahead," she urged, tilting the basket toward him. "Try one."

His hands trembled as he hesitantly reached for a plump, red tomato. It felt firm yet smooth beneath his fingertips, something he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. Swallowing hard, he took a cautious bite.

The moment the flavor burst on his tongue, his eyes went wide. His throat tightened, and before he could stop himself, tears slipped down his face.

"So ... so, this is what a real tomato tastes like." His voice was thick with emotion. "I can’t even remember the last time I had one."

A painful nostalgia hit him like a punch to the gut. "My mom used to make tomato soup when I was little." He let out a choked laugh, wiping at his face. "God, I miss her so much."

Medeia arched an eyebrow, watching him sob over a tomato. So dramatic.

[Ding! Ding!]

[Agrion, Lord of the Fields, is impressed by your kindness in helping those in need!]