My Dreamy Old Husband

After a long time had passed, Sophia woke up and found herself trapped in a cramped space. She struggled desperately to climb out when she saw a flicker of light in front of her and finally freed herself out of it.

However, she soon realized that her house had collapsed and the town was ravaged by the burst of war.

She looked up with her poor eyesight and felt even more dizzy and lightheaded; there was also a long, bleeding wound on her arm. The peaceful town had become war-stricken as buildings were torn apart and almost all of her neighbors’ houses had been destroyed by something.

Cries of despair and roars of anger sounded throughout as the survivors ran desperately out of the town.

She heard the locals running away frantically as their cars raced out of town.

Glancing back at the collapsed bookstore, she realized that she could no longer save all those people that had taken care of her; they were crushed inside forever. In a chaotic situation like this, it was best for her to save herself first and run as fast as she could. After all, she couldn’t find anyone to save.

Sophia crawled back into the wreckage and found some clothes, cash, and a car key.

She didn’t know where she was going to look for Quinton, but she would end up dead sooner or later if she waited around here. Since the rebels had chosen this town as their clashing point, Sophia needed to run away before the government forces and rebels started the war.

Sophia drove the car and followed the crowd as they headed toward a safer city.

She wanted to wait for Quinton’s return, but she had no idea where he had gone or where to look for him without his contact information. If she were to wait here, she would have ushered in the rebels instead of Quinton.

As of late, the entire African continent had been plagued by an epidemic and social unrest as despair spread among the people and burned off their last piece of sanity. With that, rebels were birthed and killings of the innocent started.

land had gradually lost its sanity and last sense of peace; even this small town

fled with the troops in the car as she didn’t know where to go. She had no passport or any form of identification on her, so

out of the desert and arrived at the largest city near the port. Although there were government troops around, the people were still

and no one knew what the outcome would be; the country had completely

entire medical system to collapse—those who were infected by it would have their whole bodies festered while they died in pain, and there was still no

despair spreaded throughout the city; it was not the safest as the rebels were already closing in. Not only that, the city’s army had turned against each other. It was only a matter of time before the city would crumble, so some of its people were trying to escape as

on her arm had been rubbed roughly so many times that it

as the army laid down defenses everywhere; they knew that their firepower was no match against the rebels. The capital had already fallen into the enemy’s hands, and it was only a matter of time before this

waiting for the evacuation process of other countries to be completed. Once all the other

her face and lips had turned pale; every step she took felt like she was walking on

couldn’t find any food. The stores in the city had been looted as dead bodies were everywhere for various reasons in the city. No one was bothered by it as bloodshed and hunger could

was helpless and terrified as she walked

bag since she seemed like an easy

tried her best to protect her bag and used the self-defense skills she had learned from Quinton to fend him off. Sadly, her body was so weak that day; Sophia was no match for the thug, but she still used every

tore off her sleeves, but he was horrified when he caught sight of her arm. As the thug turned

used up all of her strength. As soon as the thug left, Sophia collapsed to the ground weakly; she

bombed three days ago, Sophia had a long cut on her arm when she crawled out of the rubble. She simply treated it with a simple spray and

rapidly throughout her body. Just then, she remembered that the thug

symptoms of festeration and pus, and they eventually died

viable medical solution. Virs-18 had brought upon despair and war; conflict had allowed the virus to run rampant on the African continent, forcing people into desperation which led to a full-blown war throughout the country. Simply speaking, it had turned into a deadly cycle. Now, all foreign forces had to move out of the country because no one would