[{"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-187":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},1745834,2231,"Chapter 187: Bill","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-187",187,"\u003Cp>Bill had been in enough interrogation rooms to know when somebody was bluffing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t one of those times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room smelled like bleach and stale cigarette smoke. Not the real kind either. The cheap nicotine strips the upper sectors traded like gold. Somebody had probably chewed through half a pack before sitting across from him. The evidence sat in the little trash can beside the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier across from him looked exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was always worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant this place had seen enough violence for it to become paperwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you have around two options,\" the man said, flipping open a folder. \"You and your people serve time for terrorist and paramilitary activity...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the page with his pen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...or we remove you from the underground sectors entirely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill leaned back in the chair slowly, chains rattling around his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kick us out?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We just got here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet you’ve already decided to make yourselves a problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill stared at him for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground sector was funny like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You walked through the place for ten minutes and started forgetting the world had ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights actually worked down here. The walls were clean. Nobody smelled like rotting sweat and blood. Hell, they even had polished floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile topside had people stabbing each other over canned peaches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pissed him off more than he wanted to admit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...how many years?\" Bill finally asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man glanced down at the folder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five for each member of your group. You, however...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...would receive ten.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill barked out a laugh before he could stop himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten fucking years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world barely survived ten days half the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You people really think this place is surviving long enough to see ten years?\" Bill asked. \"That’s optimistic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier didn’t smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s always the second option.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence settled between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere outside the room, boots moved through a hallway in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill rubbed his tongue along the inside of his cheek before speaking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...what about the kid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kid?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one your people dragged in earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The skinny one with the attitude problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s jaw tightened just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...how much time is he getting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the soldier could answer, the walkie clipped to his vest crackled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Static burst through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—need backup in the lower medical wing immediately!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier frowned and grabbed the radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Patient is making a break for it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill’s eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patient?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the woman’s with him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...more soldiers?\" he muttered. \"It’s just one kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The response came back louder this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t understand—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Static swallowed the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another voice cut in over the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill only caught pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...lattice...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Jennifer authorized—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...he got hold of a weapon—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room went quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier slowly lowered the radio from his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill watched him carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lattice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hell was that supposed to mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier stood up abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re done here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The kid upstairs?\" he asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was already grabbing the rifle leaning beside the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill noticed something then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier’s hands were shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something genuinely bad had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Bill’s stomach tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because men like this? Men trained for underground security?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t get rattled easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier moved toward the door before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice suddenly crackled through the radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...authorization to kill, ma’am?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill’s eyes flicked toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a woman answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Permission to seriously injure is granted, however.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you do not, under any circumstances, damage his brain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill’s expression shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier beside him looked confused too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...understood,\" the voice on the radio finally answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line cut dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill stared at the wall for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not damage his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even shoot recklessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protect the brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization crawled up his spine slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t about punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t even about containment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed the kid alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not normal alive either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specific alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a piece of equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier cursed under his breath and reached for the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill made his decision immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill tilted his head slightly toward the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You leave me in here,\" he said calmly, \"and whatever’s happening down there gets worse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier stared at him like he was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think this is the time for threats?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not a threat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill smiled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Observation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another burst of shouting echoed faintly outside now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground sector suddenly felt less stable than it had ten minutes ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill saw it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hesitation meant uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncertainty meant opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know what I think?\" Bill asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think whatever’s happening down there...your people aren’t prepared for it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill leaned forward in his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if one kid has your whole lower sector scrambling like cockroaches, then maybe you should stop pretending you have control over this place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier moved before Bill even finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed a fist against the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then enlighten me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier immediately realized he’d slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face hardened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill had already seen enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And underneath it all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like they genuinely did not understand the thing they were dealing with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because confused people made desperate decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walkie crackled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunshots this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actual gunshots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier flinched instinctively toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just watched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...fuck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man rushed toward the door and shoved it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more soldiers ran past outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill caught pieces of conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...medical wing breached—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...how the fuck did he get an AK—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Jennifer’s still inside—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door slammed shut again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill sat there quietly for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked down at his cuffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier had rushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant he’d made another mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrist hadn’t fully locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill twisted experimentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow grin pulled at his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, alarms suddenly erupted across the underground sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red emergency lights flashed faintly beneath the crack of the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill tilted his head upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place almost sounded alive now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sophisticated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not polished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worked his wrist harder against the cuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal scraped skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand slipped free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill flexed his fingers slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There it is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up carefully and crossed toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices echoed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farther now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of security had probably been redirected toward the lower levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward Adrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill still didn’t know who the hell the kid actually was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody locked down an entire underground sector over a random teenager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody protected somebody’s brain that carefully unless there was value attached to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nobody sounded that terrified over one escape attempt unless the person escaping had already proven what they were capable of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill crouched beside the door slightly and listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the little observation window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill slipped the second cuff loose using the pin from the chair hinge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Took him less than thirty seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apocalypse taught people useful skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his wrists once before grabbing the metal chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smashed it directly into the door window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alarms immediately intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill climbed through fast before anybody could respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground hallway stretched long and white around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place felt artificial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the apocalypse had never touched it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like rich people had buried themselves underground while the rest of the world tore itself apart above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought alone almost made him laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was always humanity’s final form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People with too much comfort eventually started inventing reasons to ruin lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Projects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God complexes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill walked quickly down the corridor, following the sounds of distant gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More shouting echoed now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somebody screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another burst of automatic rifle fire rattled the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Definitely not normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of armed soldiers suddenly turned the corner ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They froze when they saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always move first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled the broken chair leg directly into the nearest man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier gagged violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second raised his rifle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill slammed into him hard enough to send both of them crashing into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rifle discharged upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets tore into the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill grabbed the man’s wrist and smashed it repeatedly against the floor until bone cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he ripped the gun free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounded soldier tried reaching for a sidearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill shot him once in the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence crashed back into the hallway immediately after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there breathing heavily for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then looked down at the rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underground sector hospitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another explosion echoed somewhere below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill’s eyes flicked downward instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lower levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s where the kid was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name finally clicked into place from earlier conversations upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill checked the rifle magazine quickly before moving again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he jogged through the corridor, more voices echoed through nearby radios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...repeat, patient is armed—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Jennifer still alive—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...do NOT shoot the head—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill frowned harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck did they do to this kid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rounded another corner fast—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and nearly collided with three soldiers rushing the opposite direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everybody froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them recognized immediately that Bill was not supposed to be free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bill opened fire first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underground sector exploded into chaos around 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