[{"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-191":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},1745843,2231,"Chapter 191: No Sky Above Us","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>One thing I could say about the lattice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that if you were hiding from something, it didn’t just sharpen your instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It added new ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that sat underneath your skin and whispered before your brain could even catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danger to the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes on you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t go there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, after whatever Jennifer had done to me, those instincts felt multiplied into something unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every sound meant something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every shift in a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every reflection in glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every pause in conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved through the city carefully, mapping routes in my head while pretending not to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Possible exits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Possible choke points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Possible places they’d move Lila through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t even fully realize I was doing it anymore. My brain had already turned the entire underground city into terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long overcoat hanging from my shoulders felt wrong against my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same with the cap shadowing my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked like somebody trying to imitate normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not somebody who actually belonged here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People brushed past me endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dress shirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polished shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody looked hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody looked desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody looked like they had ever gutted an infected with a screwdriver because ammunition was too valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deeper I walked into the district, the stranger it felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright storefronts reflected against polished windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman adjusted the pearl necklace around her throat while talking to somebody over a phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in uniform laughed outside a restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children ran past carrying paper bags full of candy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Candy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt something twist in my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like the world before the surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before entire neighborhoods started eating themselves alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like seeing a corpse blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck was this place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did these people even know what the surface looked like now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they know people traded nicotine pouches like currency up there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they know what starvation did to people?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What desperation sounded like?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had they all just crawled underground and pretended the world ended politely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I moved through the crowd, voices nearby caught my attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’m serious, they still haven’t found it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slowed slightly without fully stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two men stood near a food vendor, speaking low enough that they probably assumed nobody cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The infected?\" the other muttered. \"No. That’s what they’re saying, anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His friend cursed under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How the hell does one of those things even get down here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second man shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Government swears they’re doing everything they can to shield us from the bullshit topside, but clearly they don’t know what they’re doing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other scoffed quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just don’t want this place ending up like the boroughs in Britain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My eyes flickered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Government?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boroughs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way they said it made my stomach tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like survivors talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this place actually still believed it was functioning civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the apocalypse had borders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slowed even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first man rubbed his forehead tiredly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My wife’s freaking out. Says if one got in, then there’s probably more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There aren’t,\" the second replied quickly, though he sounded like he was trying to convince himself too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They would’ve locked the districts down already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you sure?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them answered for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at them carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to piece together what the hell this place actually was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long it had existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How deep the Crucible’s hands really went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I started to step toward them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HEY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body reacted before my brain did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned immediately, pulling the cap lower over my forehead as I started walking faster through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier shoved past civilians behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, mister!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier closed distance quickly before his hand landed on my shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dropped this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced toward his hand automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small laminated pass rested between his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I barely registered the symbol on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because by then, he was already studying my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mine did too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned sharply and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, the two civilians looked over in confusion as people immediately started shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HEY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier’s voice exploded behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"STOP RIGHT THERE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shoved through the crowd hard enough that somebody crashed into a table beside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Food hit the pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More voices started rising behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t look back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lattice already told me where everybody was moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A left turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staircase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My lungs burned as I sprinted deeper through the district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city blurred around me in flashes of neon signs and polished concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People jumped out of my way too slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slammed into shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushed past bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somebody cursed at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, I already heard boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than one pair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned sharply into another alley before nearly skidding to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers poured out from the opposite side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fucking shit, man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pivoted instantly and ran the other direction again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coat slowed me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cap too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ripped both off while running, abandoning them onto the pavement without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold air hit my skin immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fists didn’t mean much against trained soldiers with rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the ugly truth people never really talked about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival stories loved making hunted people sound heroic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like instinct suddenly made you unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being hunted felt pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath became desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every decision became panic disguised as strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most people never got to explain how it felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they died first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spotted a fire escape ladder bolted onto the side of a building and jumped for it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers caught metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I started climbing fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrenaline overrode the ache in my body as I pulled myself higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below me, voices echoed through the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THERE HE IS!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I climbed harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal rattled underneath me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breathing turned ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SCREEEEEEECHHHH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound hit me so hard my entire body locked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like somebody shoved a blade directly through my skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My vision warped instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My grip nearly slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ringing tunneled through my brain violently as my eyes dilated and constricted uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain exploded behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not normal pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neurological.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something inside my head was malfunctioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gasped sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or tried to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My lungs spasmed instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound kept going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood suddenly poured from my nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers twitched violently against the ladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body jerked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alley twisted around me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t think straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t move right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt exactly like seizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Way worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this time, it felt targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like somebody had reached inside my nervous system and grabbed it directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lost my grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body slammed against the ladder before crashing onto the pavement below with a brutal thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain shot through my shoulder instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it barely registered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laid there twitching slightly, staring upward as blood slid across my lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My arms wouldn’t move right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither would my legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screeching finally stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the damage didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body still refused to cooperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps surrounded me quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rifles pointed down at my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boots closed in from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried forcing myself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier cautiously stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody touched me immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scared, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like they weren’t sure if I was about to die or rip somebody’s throat out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them finally crouched near me carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Jesus Christ,\" he muttered under his breath while looking at the blood running from my nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another soldier lifted his walkie quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We got him,\" he said urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Subject’s incapacitated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My vision blurred again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried moving my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It twitched uselessly against the pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier nearest to me noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately backed up half a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy,\" somebody muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Easy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wanted to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My own body didn’t even belong to me right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two soldiers finally moved in and grabbed my arms carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they touched me, something primal inside my brain snapped violently awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body jerked hard enough that one of them stumbled backward in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SHIT—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another grabbed my shoulders roughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold him down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t even tell if I was fighting them intentionally anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alley lights smeared together overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood pooling beneath my face looked black against the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly, something stuck into my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pressed down, plunging the liquid inside my body, leaving my body more limp and numb then it already was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could ever tell me that I didn’t fight to keep awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I did. I swore I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But eventually, my eyes slowly began to drift into darkness, my eyelids feeling like they had bricks stuck to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time in a long time, I felt truly helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>",1532,"2026-06-06T16:52:01.117Z",1,"novelbin.me","18b021bf391d65f2729715bbb552655a8ab8f031bd3158651f470cae5198c5cc","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-48","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-47",202,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-cover.jpg"]