[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl":3,"chapter-surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-173":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Surviving the Apocalypse With My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1745805,2231,"Chapter 173: When It Breaks","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-173",173,"\u003Cp>Harry stood at the base of the building, neck craned upward as everything started to come apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t happen all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the unmistakable sound of something breaking upstairs—wood, glass,something—followed by a scream that didn’t belong to anybody calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill’s men didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after the other, boots slamming against the concrete steps as they rushed inside, weapons drawn, adrenaline already high before they even reached the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry tracked them with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Counted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One. Two. Three. More behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound cut clean through everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already drawn the gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t even remember doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill turned his head slightly at the noise, eyes flicking to Harry’s hand, then back toward the building like it didn’t concern him much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t even bother wasting your bullets,\" Bill said casually, bringing a cigarette to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn’t lower the gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t raise it either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just held it there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s no point in going up there,\" Bill went on, lighting the cigarette with a slow flick of his lighter. \"Kid’s surrounded. Nowhere to run.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled out his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way he’s getting outtathis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry finally looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"People like him don’t die that easily,\" Harry said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill glanced at him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They don’t go down because you send a bunch of guys with guns,\" Harry continued. \"They’re like snakes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the gun tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They wriggle outta shit they’re not supposed to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill huffed a quiet laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So he’s a tough nut to crack,\" he said, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill exhaled another plume of smoke, watching it drift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you think...\" he started, pausing just long enough to make it feel like it mattered, \"...you’re giving that guy a little more credit than he’s due?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s expression shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t looking at the building anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of his own breathing, too loud in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t kill kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The present snapped back into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, I’m not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jackson’s eyes looked like they were already draining out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like whatever had been behind them was leaking away, second by second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood there, chest still rising from the fight, staring at him while his body twitched against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t even know him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t know what he liked. Didn’t know what he stood for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I knew was that he was the enemy, someone who came at me first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why the fuck should I care?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FUCK—!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul’s scream ripped through the room so hard it made something in my chest flinch anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was on his knees, hands all over Jackson like he didn’t know where to hold him together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his fingers was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood poured from the stump, mixing with the blood already soaking Jackson’s shirt, turning everything dark and wet and impossible to separate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ILL FUCKING KILL YOU TWO!! ILL FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked halfway through, snapping into something raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like his throat couldn’t even keep up with what he felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted like he wanted to get up—like he was about to throw himself at me again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he just couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body folded back in on itself, grief hitting harder than anything I’d done to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched Jackson tighter instead, rocking slightly, choking on his own breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wiped the blood from under my eye with the back of my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smeared, only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at Naomi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t panicking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes flicking between me...Lila...the door...Saul...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was picking. Choosing. Even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I looked at Cherie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands buried in her hair, fingers gripping like she was trying to rip herself out of what she was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A choked inhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound came out of her—small at first—then it grew, cracking open into something louder as her hands dropped to her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears poured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugly crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind you can’t hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that takes your whole body with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cherie,\" I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice didn’t sound like hers. Didn’t shake or crack. Like I was too used to shit like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I probably was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even look at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t hear me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe she did—and couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cherie, you coming??\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jackson coughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at him then, my expression shifting only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spilled from his mouth, dribbling down his cheek and onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So hewasn’tdead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul let out a broken noise. I wasn’t sure if it had been a laugh or a sob, as he pressed his forehead against Jackson’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even look at Cherie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t look at anything but him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps hit the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were fast. Heavy. Too many for us to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t trying to be quiet, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit...\" Lila muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was already moving, already pulling slightly at my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adrian—we have to go. Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cherie!!!\" I snapped, louder this time. \"Are youfuckingcoming or what?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulders shook harder, her hands pressed tighter against her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, she didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t answer answer me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adrian!!!\" Naomi’s voice cut in, sharp. \"There’s no fucking time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps were right outside now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices overlapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand slammed against the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled heavily, annoyed for reasons I couldn’t even explain in my scrambled head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She really wanted to take sides with these people...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...so much for always having my back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned then, fast. Lila was already at my side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naomi hesitated for a split second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We moved for the back exit\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand hit the door, pushing it open just enough to slip through—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie was still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collapsed in on herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crying like the world had just ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul hunched over Jackson’s body, shaking, whispering something I couldn’t even make out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I exhaled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...your choice,\" I muttered under my breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul’s breathing filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie’s sobs came quieter now, but deeper. Hitting somewhere worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul finally looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face streaked with tears and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her then, a look flickering through his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something Cherie wasn’t able to pinpoint, but she knew how it made her feel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t know—....i didnt—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Some friends you got...\" he said hoarsely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie flinched like she’d been hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry...\" she choked out. \"I’m so—I never meant for any...—I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door exploded inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood splintered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boots flooded the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns had been raised up, too many to even count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices were sharp and commanding, already overlapping with each other, leaving Cherie to shrink even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear it—!\" One of the said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That ain’t our guy—!\" Another said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who the hell is she?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Check her—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room filled fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie threw her hands up instinctively, slowly, breath hitching as she tried to steady herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t fight it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t even wipe her tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rough hands grabbed her, patting her down, checking pockets, arms, waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...wait—\" one of the men said, stepping closer to the bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that Saul?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and Jackson—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People moved faster now, dropping to their knees beside Jackson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get pressure on that—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay with me—hey—stay with me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands pressed against wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, the world narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something in his face cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....Harry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry dropped the gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t even realize it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit the floor with a dull thud as he rushed forward, slamming into Saul, wrapping his arms around him tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard enough to knock the breath out of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saul let out a broken laugh into his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disbelieving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guess he was right...\" Saul muttered, voice shaking. \"You were alive...all along...all this fucking time you were—....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes had already moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past Saul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Jackson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood still coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands trying to keep him here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something twisted deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted again, slow and deliberate, to the back door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slightly open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin line of darkness beyond it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry’s jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation left in them.\u003C\u002Fp>",1497,"2026-06-06T16:52:01.117Z",1,"novelbin.me","c00a294bd99ade798589d302b05550edb42a01a4af5f896a944ff1456a3de3cb","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-28","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-27",202,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-cover.jpg"]