Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System novel Chapter 189

Walking over to the main lobby building, he began asking around if anyone had seen a group of people matching Ace’s description.

Unfortunately for Cal, most of the people refused to answer him, while others swore they’d seen them but couldn’t remember where.

After over an hour of searching, Cal bumped into a sick young man who looked to be around 18 years old.

"If you’ve checked everywhere else, I recommend you look in either the infirmary or the group shelter. That’s where most of the people are these days—sick or dying," he said in a hopeless voice.

He himself was on his way to the infirmary to see if he could buy some medicine, even though he already knew it would be impossible.

In the last few days, dozens of people had died from this illness, while the majority of others were bedridden, waiting to see if death would claim them too.

Cal frowned at this news. He didn’t want to go to where the sick people were, worried that he might catch whatever disease was going around, but he had no other choice.

Dillon had specifically told him to find where Ace was and why he hadn’t made it to the previous meeting.

He dug around in his duffel bag and pulled out a white t-shirt, which he ripped and wrapped around his mouth and nose.

Hoping that the cloth would protect him from the illness, he walked into the infirmary wing of the base first.

People lined the halls, coughing and sneezing. Some were even passed out on the ground. Cal was horrified by the sight and couldn’t believe that all of these people were so ill.

He walked around, searching for Ace’s familiar face in the sea of people but couldn’t find him. The line at the reception desk was fairly long, but he had little choice and decided to wait.

"I’m sorry, but we’re completely out of medicine. There’s nothing I can do for you," said the nurse at the reception desk.

"But my son is dying! Can’t you see? He can’t even keep his eyes open!" yelled a woman holding a young boy in her arms.

The nurse frowned. "I’m really sorry, Ma’am, but there’s truly nothing I can do besides advise you to let him rest naturally." Scenes like this were popping up all over the medical ward, but unfortunately, there were no medicines to give out.

"What good is this base when you can’t even get basic help anywhere?! All I’ve done is starve and freeze here! I was better off at home!" the woman screamed and turned back, carrying her son.

Cal watched this scene repeat itself as he waited in line, and by the time it was his turn, the nurse at the front desk was exhausted.

"Sorry, we don’t have medicine," she stated bluntly before Cal had a chance to ask.

"No, I’m here looking for someone. I’m wondering if you’ve seen someone by the name of Ace?" he asked.

The nurse looked at him and laughed. "Haha, does this place look that organized to you? I have no idea what anyone’s name is here. Not to mention, we haven’t been able to take in any patients these last few days since we really have zero supplies."

Cal looked around, and indeed, this medical ward was a disorganized mess. The only benefit this place offered was the slightly warm interior, thanks to a wood-burning stove inside.

"Thank you," he said quietly and turned to leave.

If Ace wasn’t here, he would check the last place—the group housing.