Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 71: Relief..

Lydia watched dizzily as the other woman and the dirty man grappled for control of the gun.

Sensing an opportunity, she quickly stood up and took the beer bottle on the ground, prepared to intervene.

The fight was chaotic, with each moment heightening the tension in the room.

The dirty man grimaced in pain, his lower left side injured from the impact of the metal chair, while the other woman swayed, weak and disoriented from nearly two days without food.

In the end, the dirty man wrestled control of the gun, emerging victorious in the struggle. He aimed it at the other woman and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Blood splattered the walls, turning them a deep red.

"Bi*ch, if you had just listened to me, you might have lived to see tomorrow. Alas, you were too stupid!" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

He wanted to confront Lydia, the one responsible for this chaos. He intended to torture her until she begged for mercy, and only then would he kill her.

Just as he turned around, he found Lydia standing defiantly before him; her face was full of anger and determination, with eyes blazing with fierce resolve.

"Fu*k off, bas*ard!" Lydia shouted, swinging the bottle with all her strength.

The dirty man collapsed to the ground, knocked unconscious by the blow.

Seizing the opportunity, Lydia snatched the gun and fired three shots, making sure the scoundrel was truly dead.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and the walls and floor were once again painted with crimson red.

Lydia felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor, her dress soaked in blood.

She quickly stood up, overwhelmed by the urge to escape the room, but dizziness washed over her, making it difficult to stay upright.

Her strength waned; exhaustion from the earlier fight, combined with the gnawing hunger of days without food. It deepened her weakness, rendering her nearly helpless.

She collapsed again, but this time onto the bed, gasping for air.

Afterward, her eyelids grew heavy. Just as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, she heard the door burst open, and someone urgently called her name.

Then, everything went black.

"LYDIA!!"

Elena exclaimed as she stepped into the bloody room, her heart sinking at the horrific scene before her.

Three bodies lay scattered—two on the ground and one on the bed, bloodied and still.

She rushed forward, her breath hitching as she checked for Lydia among them. When she saw the red-haired woman lying on the bed, covered in blood, a wave of despair crashed over her.

’Lydia is dead.’

A heavy guilt settled in her chest. She didn’t know if it was guilt for not saving Lydia today or the painful reminder of her past life, knowing that Lydia had died because of her—perhaps it was a mix of both.

Elena staggered for a moment.

She fought against the urge to cry, but tears streamed down her cheeks as she gazed at her best friend, lying motionless on the bed—most likely dead.

Seeing his wife in such distress, Ethan wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in an effort to offer comfort.

He could feel her tremble against him, and he whispered soothing words until her breathing steadied.

After calming her down a bit, he suggested, "Let’s check on Lydia first. You’ve already assumed she’s dead without even looking."

With a firm tone, he continued, "But if she’s gone, we should at least give her a proper goodbye and bury her with dignity."

Elena shook off her self-blame, her attention shifting to the chaotic scene around her. She rushed to Lydia’s side and touched her, noting that, though pale, Lydia was still warm.

With trembling hands, she checked for a pulse. A faint beat pulsed beneath her fingers, and she exclaimed with joy, "She’s alive!"

Relief washed over her as she confirmed Lydia’s pulse once more.

Turning to Ethan, she said, "I need to take her to Paradise Hospital."

Entering the space, she quickly called her Aunt Liza.

"Aunt Liza, please check on Lydia’s condition!" she urged, her voice brimming with hope.

"Lay her down on the bed," Aunt Liza instructed.

Everyone was worried and eager to ask about the situation regarding Lydia and what had happened outside, but Elena was in a hurry.

"I’ll explain later. There’s no time for that now. Just take care of her," she urged, her voice firm.

"Sis Ewe, pwease take care," little Mia chimed in, her innocent eyes wide with worry.

"I will, little Mia. Now go to your doll room and play with Poochi," Elena replied, gently patting her little Mia’s head.

With that, she exited the space and returned to the bloody room again.

Elena and Ethan quickly made their way to the previous room where they had found the other women. She remembered seeing boxes left behind and felt a surge take them all.

"It’s antique. This is all mine," Elena proclaimed, a sense of excitement bubbling within her.

Having found her best friend, they were finally ready to leave City B.

Outside the warehouse, Elena saw the women they had saved a while ago staring at the ominous tornado in the distance.

Fear and uncertainty filled their expressions, reflecting the anxiety around them along the swirling winds that echoed the chaos of their recent experiences.

"Why are you all still here?" Elena asked, her curiosity piqued.

"We don’t have anywhere to go," one woman replied, her voice heavy with despair.

"But there’s a government bunker," another woman insisted.

"The bald man’s subordinate mentioned that the last batch of items needs to be taken to the base. He instructed us to carry the other items back there."

"What do you mean?" another woman asked glaringly.

"We will carry the items and enter the bunker base," the woman replied, her tone resolute.

"Definitely NO!!! I would rather die than go back to that hell," another woman shot back, her voice rising in anger.

Tension filled the air as they were about to argue further.

Sensing the rising conflict, Elena interjected, "Why don’t you leave now and head to City A?"

Everyone turned to her, raising their eyebrows in disbelief. One woman finally spoke up, her voice tinged with frustration, "We can’t. It’s way too far; they might catch up to us."

The weight of their predicament hung heavily around the area, and uncertainty loomed over their next move.

"Then there’s a bank with a vault nearby," Elena proposed.

"You can go there if you want. It might be safer than sticking around here."

The women exchanged glances, considering their options. The idea of the bank sparked a glimmer of hope and one by one; they nodded in agreement. frёewebnoѵēl.com

They quickly formulated a plan to hide there for the time being, waiting for the tornado to pass before moving silently to City A.

Elena watched as the women left, their expressions a mix of hope and uncertainty. She turned to Ethan, whose face was filled with questions.

"Whether they live or die, it’s up to fate," she said, her voice steady.

"Still, I want to give them a chance. We need all the humans we can get when the true battle occurs—the alien invasion. What we are facing right now is just the tip of the iceberg."

"Wife, whatever you decide, I will always support you," Ethan said, his tone reassuring.

"Thank you, Husband!" Elena replied, looking at him with affection.

Then, with renewed determination, she added, "Prepare yourself. We will infiltrate the base and blend in with the gang. We’ll act as if we were tasked to carry the items back to the base."

’I will take all of your goods.’