All Chapters of Reborn Before Doomsday: My Ex husband will kneel : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

By late afternoon, Evelyn realized they could not keep everyone on the sports field much longer.The injured needed proper treatment. Children were hungry, elderly residents were growing weak, and the open ground offered little protection from the heat. Worse, the nearby buildings continued to shed pieces of concrete whenever the ground shifted.Damien had managed to organize several groups of volunteers, but their supplies were limited. The clinic had stopped accepting minor injuries, and the nearest hospital was unreachable by the usual roads.“We need transport,” one of his men reported. “The western route is open for now, but a fallen utility pole is blocking the eastern junction. We can't move a large vehicle through there.”“How many people need urgent medical attention?” Damien asked.“Seven that we know of. Two may have fractures.”Evelyn studied the rough map spread across a folding table. The western road connected to a smaller district with a health center. She remembered t

Evelyn went through the names of everyone who had entered the shelter.The missing woman was not among them.Her husband, a thin man named Michael, paced near the wall, repeatedly looking toward the entrance. Every time the wind struck the building, he flinched.“She was helping an elderly couple,” he said. “I came inside with the children. I thought she was right behind me.”“Did you see which direction she went?”“Toward the western gate.”Evelyn turned to Damien. “We need to check whether the elderly couple made it inside. They may know where she went.”Damien called two volunteers over and described the couple. One recognized them immediately. They had arrived shortly before the worst of the storm, but neither had seen Michael's wife.Michael pressed both hands against his face.“I should have waited for her.”“Blaming yourself won't bring her back,” Evelyn said. “We need information before we decide what to do.”She asked everyone who had entered from the western side whether the

The tremor lasted only a few seconds, but nobody inside the maintenance building moved until the walls stopped shaking.Evelyn watched the ceiling seam. A thin line of dust had fallen from it, but the crack had not visibly widened.“Everyone away from the windows,” she instructed. “Keep the exits clear.”Damien's team checked the interior walls and doorframes. They found no immediate sign of structural failure, though nobody could guarantee the building would remain safe if another strong tremor struck.“We need an alternative,” Damien said when he returned. “The storm has damaged several roofs around this compound. We can't keep moving people from one building to another without knowing what we're walking into.”Evelyn agreed. They needed a location with open ground, but the wind made exposed areas dangerous. The best option was a sturdy structure surrounded by enough space to keep people away from falling walls, trees, and power lines.A volunteer who had worked nearby before the di

Night fell before the emergency team reached them.The burning truck had finally stopped exploding, but flames still licked around its ruined front end. The people gathered across the open ground watched from a distance while smoke drifted over the unfinished complex.Evelyn stood beside a stack of unopened medical supplies, looking at the darkening sky.They could not remain exposed all night. The wind had weakened, but the rain continued in short, heavy bursts. The ground was cold and muddy, and several elderly residents were already shivering.“We need another place,” Damien said as he approached. “The response team says they may not reach us until morning. Their vehicles are dealing with blocked roads.”“Can they tell us which buildings have been inspected?”“Not yet. They're prioritizing collapsed structures and people trapped inside.”Evelyn looked around. Most of the people had spent the day running from one danger to another. Some were injured. Others had lost their homes or c

Evelyn made her decision before sunrise.She would return home.The school courtyard had become crowded overnight. Families occupied every dry corner, injured people lay beneath the covered walkway, and volunteers struggled to distribute what little food remained. Nobody was starving yet, but the arguments over portions had begun. A man had tried to take three bottles of water from a box meant for children before two volunteers stopped him.Evelyn had seen enough to understand what would happen if she stayed much longer. The refuge might be safe for a few hours, but it was not somewhere she could build a future.She needed her own shelter, her own supplies, and control over who entered her space.At the far end of the courtyard, Damien was speaking to two men who had arrived with a handcart. One of his staff members approached him with a folded sheet of paper, and he studied it before giving several brief instructions.When he finished, Evelyn walked over.“I’m leaving for the western