Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband-Chapter 227: Brother and Sister

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Finn asked nervously. He didn’t want to go anywhere near the church, but Medeia was holding his hand so tightly, he knew there was no chance of running away.

Medeia didn’t even look back. "Just stay quiet and follow me."

The city was silent. Too silent. Every step they took echoed loudly through the empty streets, making the whole place feel even more eerie.

The unsettling silence made Finn glance nervously around, constantly checking if someone or something was watching them.

Every little noise—a loose window creaking, or water dripping onto rusted metal—made Finn jump and quickly move closer to Medeia.

"D-Do you think ... maybe there are ghosts here?" Finn whispered.

Medeia laughed softly, clearly enjoying his panic. "So tell me, who do you think would win? A demon or a bunch of ghosts?"

Finn slowly moved away from her, realizing Medeia might be even scarier than a ghost.

Still, he gathered his courage. "C-Can you at least tell me what we’re actually going to do once we reach the church?"

Medeia suddenly stopped and turned to face him, clearly fed up. "Fine. I’ll explain it once, so listen carefully."

Finn nodded quickly, ready for some kind of master plan.

But Medeia simply said, "You’re my brother. I’m your sister. That’s it."

Before he could even react, she grabbed his hand again and kept walking straight toward the church, leaving Finn speechless and more confused than ever.

"What?! What do you mean by that?! I’m not your brother!"

Medeia shot him a sharp look over her shoulder. "Shut up, or I’ll sew your mouth shut myself."

When Medeia noticed how stressed Finn was getting, she immediately softened her voice. She gently patted his head and said, "Little brother, please lower your voice ... I don’t want anyone else to know our little secret."

Little brother?! Who the hell was she calling little brother?!

Finn was eighteen! He was definitely not little!

He puffed his cheeks in frustration but kept his mouth shut. He could tell Medeia wasn’t in the mood to hear him complain.

As they got closer to the church, Medeia suddenly switched her demeanor. She stopped, tilted her head up to the sky, and let her eyes fill with tears until they looked naturally red and watery.

Before Finn could even process what she was doing, Medeia bent down, scooped up dirt from the ground, and smudged it all over his face, making him look messy and pitiful.

"Wha—?!"

Medeia quickly covered his mouth. "Shhh... little brother, why is your mouth always so noisy? Just let your big sister help you get some help from these people. All you need to do is stay quiet and stand beside me."

Finn still had no clue what she was up to, but as they reached the front of the church, it finally clicked.

Medeia started to sob softly, walking slowly with both arms wrapped tightly around Finn’s arm. Every now and then, she gently rubbed his hand or patted her own chest, whispering, "Don’t worry, little brother. We’ll find someone who can help you."

Finn, helpless and confused, could only nod quietly, as if finally accepting this strange new role as her little brother.

As soon as they stepped onto the first stair of the church, a small peephole on the door slid open, revealing a sharp pair of eyes glaring at them.

"If you come any closer, we’ll shoot," the old man warned coldly.

Finn immediately took a step back, but Medeia, in full dramatic mode, fell to her knees, rubbing her palms together and crying as loudly as if someone had just died.

"I ... I just want to meet someone who can help my little brother! Please... please, kind sir! We’ve traveled through so many places for months, but we still can’t find anyone who can cure him!"

The old man snapped back harshly. "Go away! We can’t help your brother! We don’t take in beggars like you!"

’Tch. This old man really wants to be buried sooner, doesn’t he?’

"We ... we’re not asking for food or shelter!" Medeia cried, crawling closer to the door.

She heard the sound of a rifle clicking into place, but the sniper didn’t pull the trigger. Maybe he actually believed her act or simply wanted to watch her performance further.

"We’re just looking for someone who can remove something strange from my little brother’s head!" Medeia banged on the door with both fists. Honestly, she would’ve kicked the whole thing down if she didn’t have to keep up the act of a desperate sister.

Tears were nowhere to be seen, but her sobs sounded heartbreakingly real. "We were separated for years! The soldiers took him from our family, and now that we’ve finally found each other again, he’s sick ... terribly sick!"

Medeia lowered her head, covering her face with her hands, crying even louder. If someone looked closely, they’d notice she wasn’t actually shedding a single tear.

"Someone told me there’s something inside his brain," she continued, her voice shaking. "Something that turns him into the Lost if he’s too stressed, and then somehow back into a human again ... Please ... he’s suffering so much."

Medeia didn’t know all the details, but she remembered one of the soldiers who had temporarily turned into a Lost describing the pain.

He said it felt like dozens of invisible hands were tearing him apart, pulling him in every direction, leaving him trapped between life and death.

When he turned back into a human, the pain didn’t just disappear. It stayed with him for days, making it hard for him to sleep or even eat without trembling hands.

"Miss, you’re asking the wrong people," the old man said, his voice sounding stiff. "We’re nobody. We can’t help you or your little brother. Just go away."

Even though he sounded firm, Medeia noticed something different. His voice softened for a moment, as if her words had touched a part of him he tried hard to forget.

It was obvious. He was one of them.

One of the researchers who had experimented on children.

Medeia hated dealing with people like this. No matter how much they ran, no matter how much they pretended, nothing could change the fact that they were the ones who brought suffering and pain to innocent kids.

But right now, Medeia didn’t have much of a choice.

They were experts. They knew the chips better than anyone. Even if they acted clueless, they could still understand the research notes Medeia had stolen from the military base.

"I ... I heard you were researchers who worked for the military," Medeia said carefully, dropping the truth like a stone in still water. "So, doesn’t that make you responsible for what happened to my little brother?"

She took a deep breath, raising her voice. "Sir, you’re hiding in God’s house, using His sacred home as your shelter, yet you won’t even admit your sins? You’d rather forget it all and pretend it never happened?!"

Medeia’s voice cracked as she screamed, sounding like a desperate sister who was willing to do anything to protect her brother.

"Miss! How dare you speak like that?!" the old man shouted, clearly offended. "Whoever told you such lies, they’re wrong! We don’t know anything about the chip in your brother’s head!"

Medeia paused for a moment before answering, this time with a colder voice. "I never said it was a chip. How did you know ... if you didn’t know anything to begin with?"

Without waiting, she stood up and leaned closer to the small hole in the door, her eyes sharp. "Sir, that chip is making my brother suffer so much. Every day and night, all I can think about is how to pull that cursed thing out of his head, but I don’t know how."

Her voice cracked slightly, adding weight to her words. "Please ... you have no idea how much pain we’ve been through because of that thing."

Her words hit the old man like a splash of freezing water.

He went quiet. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe he was just trying to find a way to push her away. Either way, Medeia could sense the shift in his mood.

"Who told you where to find us?" the old man finally asked, his tone now sharper, more serious. "Who told you who we are?"

"The soldier who let you and your group go," Medeia said carefully. "He almost lost his life for it. Don’t you think it’s time to return the favor?"

Still, the door didn’t budge.

Medeia could almost feel it, like someone was watching her through a scope, ready to pull the trigger.

"How did you track us?"

The air seemed colder the moment the question left his mouth.

It no longer felt like they were just being cautious. It felt like they were deciding whether to kill her instead.

"We have our ways," Medeia answered calmly. "It wasn’t easy to find you, but we did. Because I’m willing to do anything for my brother ..."

Her eyes stared straight at the peephole. "Even if it means selling my own body for just a tiny piece of information."

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