Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System-Chapter 218: Losing Patience

The next morning Rayne and Julian set off on their scavenging trip as usual.

Everyone who was awake at the time wished them luck and a safe trip!

The sun was only just now beginning to rise so the air still felt a little cool yet refreshing.

"I’ll drive first and we can swap after a few hours?", suggested Rayne.

Julian took the keys from her hands and smiled, "As if I’ll let you drive when you can barely keep your eyes open. You will get some rest, I’ll drive".

Rayne was about to protest, saying she was fine, but ended up letting out a large yawn that made her eyes water. Continue reading on novelbuddy

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Julian gave her a look and proceeded to the driver’s side of the car while Rayne wobbled over to the passenger side.

"You said on the opposite side of the city? Towards to the coast?", he asked.

"Mhm, to the east of the city", Rayne mumbled. She pulled out a fluffy blanket and rolled over in her seat to take a nap.

Julian shook his head, "And you wanted to drive".

When Rayne finally woke up the sun was fully in the sky, beaming down with high intensity.

"How long was I out for?", she asked, stretching her arms.

"Umm, about three or four hours. We should be approaching the area of the government base here in a few minutes", said Julian.

"Oh wow, I was out for a lot longer than I thought I would be! How’s the drive been so far? Need to swap?", she asked feeling a little guilty.

Julian smiled, "No, I’m perfectly fine. The drive has been quiet and easy, no issues here".

A few hours later they reached the city they once called home. Instead of driving through the city, they took the highway that went around it to avoid roadblocks.

Rayne looked out of the window and into the city, "Do you think he’s in there somewhere?".

Julian’s expression turned serious, "I’m not positive, but something tells me that he is".

When Julian heard Mai’s last words, he had a gut feeling that what she said was true, Damien was hiding in the City this whole time.

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In the underground base.

Tristan walked into Damien’s room, adjusting his glasses.

"We’ve still not heard from Dillon or anyone at the government base. I still don’t have data on the effects of the drug", he said, straight to the point.

Damien frowned, "Here I thought that new kid had potential. Did something happen?".

Tristan shook his head, I am unsure. I’ve sent a team out to check on what’s going on at the government base, but they will only be back later this evening.

"Send someone to summon Dillon here. I want to know why he hasn’t provided me with any updates yet. The weather has gotten much better, they should have found Julian by now", sighed Damien.

He was beginning to feel frustrated. Julian was the only reason he cooped himself up in this underground base.

He had long wanted to leave to see the world outside, to take rule over the new world. However, he couldn’t do that when Julian was waiting for him to poke his head out.

Tristan could feel Damien’s anger and he quickly stepped out to have someone summon Dillon over.

When Dillon received the summons, he was pacing back and forth inside his room, trying to figure out why he hadn’t heard from Cal these last few days.

Cal was always very punctual, and the last time Ace didn’t show up, it was because he was on his deathbed.

"That place is a fucking curse", yelled Dillon. His head was pulsing with a dull ache, draining him of his energy.

Now he was being summoned by the big boss, "What am I going to tell them?".

He sat down on the stool, placing both of his hands over his face. He slouched over, taking a deep breath.

From the other side of the room, Jess and Krissy watched him shift from being angry to enveloped in despair.

They were both smart enough to know not to approach him when his emotions were all over the place.

After a few more deep breaths, Dillon finally stood up and left their apartment, slamming the door behind him.

On his walk down to the lower levels, he swore that if Cal ever came back he would skin him alive.

"Unreliable pricks. All of them!", he mumbled angrily, storming down the staircase.

Only when he approached the designated room did he adjust his expression.

"Come in", Tristan’s cold voice sounded from inside the room.

Inside Damien was sitting in a leather armchair, waiting for Dillon to arrive. He was leaning his head against one of his hands, with his legs spread.

"You’re finally here. If you would have been even a minute later I would have had someone come drag you over", he said in a very cold voice.

Dillon trembled, feeling true fear. He knew that if he was dragged down here, there would be no coming back out.

"So tell me, Dillon, why do you think I summoned you here", asked Damien with a slight smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Dillon stood frozen, his eyes staring down at the ground. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

He had never felt such pressure coming from anyone in his life as he did right now. It was like standing in front of a demon who was seconds from claiming his soul.

"I...I.."

"Speak up", Tristan’s voice sounded from behind him. This was a warning to him, he was already taking up too much time.

"For an update about...Julian", Dillon finally choked out the words.

Damien smiled, "Yes, exactly that. Now, let’s hear it. Where is Julian now?"

This time Dillon didn’t know what to say. He was so close to capturing Julian, but no had no idea where he was!

"S..sir, a few months ago we had almost captured him at the government base. It’s just--"

"I know about that. Tell me something new. What have you been doing all of these months? Have you not found him?", asked Damien.

Dillon stood there, feeling like he was one word from digging his own grave. He continually cursed Cal in his mind, blaming him for being useless.