Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband-Chapter 205: Infiltrate The Base (1)

Lucian thought about it for a while. "Okay, but let’s just observe the base and not do anything reckless for today." He said, "If things go south, we run."

Medeia raised a brow. It wasn’t like Lucian to suggest retreating.

But given how utterly fucked up things had been with Max and the chipped soldiers, it was clear that whoever was in charge of this base was far more dangerous than any enemy they had faced before. freewebnoveℓ.com

Besides, she still hadn’t figured out who possessed the ability to erase or manipulate memories. She had scanned the soldiers at the front gate, but none of them seemed to have any noteworthy mutant abilities.

So, it could be the general, the lieutenant, or maybe someone she hadn’t even considered.

"Alright, I promise I won’t do anything reckless today," Medeia relented.

Lucian knelt in front of her, his hands moving effortlessly as he reinforced his leather boots, hardening them until they were as tough as steel. He made sure there were no gaps, no tiny openings that the flesh-eating bugs could crawl through.

"Here," he said, patting his boots. "This way, your skin won’t become their next meal."

Medeia’s face immediately darkened. "Nope. I still don’t want to walk on the sand."

But she couldn’t exactly ask Lucian to carry her—not while trying to stay hidden from the soldiers.

So, like it or not, Medeia forced herself to walk on the sand, flinching every single time she spotted something shifting beneath the surface. She stuck close to Lucian, nervously holding onto his arm and shooting panicked glances downward every few steps.

Lucian, on the other hand, looked amused. He clearly struggled not to laugh at Medeia’s over-the-top reaction. Who would’ve imagined a demon from hell would be so terrified of tiny bugs? Were insects really that rare down there?

"See that door?" Lucian pointed toward a reinforced steel door located discreetly at the back of the base. "They usually use doors like that for bringing in classified logistics, special supplies intended exclusively for high-ranking officers."

What a bunch of selfish bastards.

Those superiors were probably hoarding all the delicious food and luxury items for themselves, while their subordinates had to choke down stale rations. Medeia might not be a saint—far from it—but at least everyone at her base got to eat fresh meals every day.

"We have exactly twenty seconds to get inside before another patrol passes that door," Lucian whispered. "Are you ready?"

A thrill rushed through Medeia, the corner of her lips curling into a daring smile. She loved moments like these, the ones that got her adrenaline pumping. "Let’s go."

The instant the patrolling soldiers moved past the steel door, Medeia and Lucian dashed forward, silent and swift. Pressing herself against the cold metal door, Medeia glanced over her shoulder while Lucian quickly worked on the lock.

"You know," she whispered, breathless, "you look especially handsome when you’re under pressure. I should make you stressed more often, honey."

Lucian’s fingers twisted skillfully, the lock clicking open with ease. He shot her an amused look. "I’m not even close to feeling pressured yet."

He swung the door open just wide enough for them to slip inside before quietly closing it again, right as another pair of soldiers approached.

Inside, Medeia’s eyes widened slightly. Stacked high around them were crates full of supplies, clearly reserved for the upper ranks. Fresh food, expensive goods, even luxuries that ordinary soldiers would never dream of seeing.

"Those high-ranking bastards must really—"

Lucian quickly covered her mouth with his hand, pulling her close as two soldiers entered the storage room. Medeia immediately stilled, holding her breath as they hid behind a stack of wooden crates, listening carefully.

"Did you hear what happened to the last squad working inside the metal cube?" one soldier whispered to his companion.

At once, Lucian and Medeia exchanged sharp glances.

Now, this was interesting.

"Yeah. I heard they got caught breaking the rules inside," his companion replied softly, glancing around nervously. "Rumor says they violated some critical regulations and got executed immediately."

"What kind of rules could they possibly have broken? Isn’t working inside the metal cube supposed to be great?" The soldier’s voice lowered even further. "I heard from the others that the food inside is way better than the slop they feed us here."

"Exactly. They even get better clothing, not like these uncomfortable suits we’re stuck wearing."

Both soldiers fell silent for a moment, frustration evident in their expressions.

"Come on, let’s deliver this food to the lieutenant," one soldier sighed bitterly. "It’s so unfair, we haven’t had a decent meal in such a long time."

"Hey, what if we volunteer to work there?" one soldier suggested quietly. "I heard they’re still recruiting more soldiers. But after what happened last time, everyone’s too scared to sign up."

Hidden behind the crates, Medeia exchanged a meaningful glance with Lucian. They didn’t need words; both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

"You brought the flute, right?" Lucian whispered.

Medeia nodded and quietly pulled it out of her inventory. Before she could raise it to her lips, Lucian swiftly took it from her hand.

"I’ll do it," he said firmly.

If Medeia was the one who blew it, she’d probably make everyone inside the base hear the flute.

He raised the flute to his lips, inhaling softly before gently blowing into it. A delicate melody filled the room. Unlike Medeia, who played the flute as if she were trying to blow fire into a furnace, Lucian’s approach was gentle and controlled.

The melody wasn’t particularly beautiful because he wasn’t exactly a musical expert either, but at least the sound wouldn’t carry beyond the room.

Within moments, both soldiers froze. Their eyes grew distant, bodies relaxing as the soft tune lulled them swiftly into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The crates they’d been holding slowly slipped from their fingers, hitting the floor with a muffled thump.

"How did you do that?!" Medeia hissed in disbelief. "Why does the flute sound completely different when I’m the one playing it?!"

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