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.

its sanity and last sense of peace; even this small

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largest city near the port. Although there were government troops around, the people were still unsettled and frightened

the country had completely fallen into

the deadly airborne plague had caused the city’s entire medical system to collapse—those who were infected by it would

were already closing in. Not only that, the city’s army had turned against each other. It was only a matter of time

walked through the crowd, she would get knocked down by the panicked crowd from time to time; the wound on her arm had been rubbed roughly so many times that it turned numb. Her car eventually ran out of gas, but she couldn’t find a place to refuel it and was running out of money. Still, Sophia didn’t know where to find

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 city would end

attacks on the city at the moment because they were waiting for the evacuation process of other countries

had turned pale; every

being thirsty and hungry, she 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 be seen everywhere

was helpless and terrified as she walked aimlessly

over and snatched her bag since

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 last bit of her strength to hold onto her

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

thug left, Sophia collapsed to the ground weakly; she couldn’t even muster the

sunlight stung her eyes before looking down at the wound on her arm that was exposed from the torn sleeve. When her home was bombed three days ago, Sophia

festeration was so abnormal that her whole arm felt numb, and it was spreading rapidly throughout her body. Just then, she remembered that the thug had yelled something

Patients with this virus had symptoms of festeration and pus, and

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