[{"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-201":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},1745704,2231,"Chapter 201: Wandering","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-201",201,"\u003Cp>Lila wandered through the streets like a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around her, the borough was dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not metaphorically. Not slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunshots cracked somewhere in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some screamed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others screamed in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infected had spread farther than anyone could have imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entire blocks had become slaughterhouses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman was dragged into an alley by three infected men, their laughter echoing off the buildings. A soldier fired wildly into a crowd after mistaking a civilian for one of the infected. Somewhere farther down the street, flames licked up the side of a storefront while terrified people scattered into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila paid none of it any attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked through the chaos as though it belonged to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though she were merely passing through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An observer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spectator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infected surrounding her seemed to recognize something in her. They never bothered her. Never approached her. Never even looked her way for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps they sensed it. The sickness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing festering beneath her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing that had long ago dug its roots into her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had gone to shit so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Englewood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory surfaced briefly before disappearing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A neighborhood consumed by blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Promises breaking apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Funny how history always found a way to repeat itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrified civilian sprinted across the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An infected tackled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both vanished behind an overturned vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams that followed were short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila never turned her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t entirely true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indifference was something that implied effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It implied a conscious decision not to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she felt was emptier than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Way emptier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infection did strange things to people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most people, it amplified rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For others, cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every hidden impulse suddenly gained permission to exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkest parts of a person stepped forward and introduced themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some infected embraced those urges immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others fought them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila’s case had always been different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her obsession had simply become impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, with the borough collapsing around her, there was only one thought occupying space inside her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name drifted through her thoughts like a prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her footsteps continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft smile touched her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you, sweetie?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice carried gently into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded strangely innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she was a girlfriend searching for her boyfriend in a crowded park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone playing hide-and-seek with someone they were familiar with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like an addict searching desperately for the thing she couldn’t live without.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody answered, obviously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hell— nobody even looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living were too busy running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infected were too busy indulging themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila lowered her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve missed you so much, baby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A confession made to nobody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t know how much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She imagined finding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagined seeing his face again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagined wrapping her arms around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping him safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeping him close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image soothed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then guilt returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Persistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should’ve protected you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words came easier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infection always made honesty easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should’ve known.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes remained fixed ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should’ve seen what they were doing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people that had used him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manipulated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragged him from one nightmare into another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she’d allowed it. Every single one of it. From Chicago, all the way to Texas, all the way to here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization still disgusted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman stumbled into her shoulder while fleeing down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila barely reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman apologized frantically before continuing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was so naive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A laugh escaped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I really thought other people wanted what was best for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They never did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I find you again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes drifted upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you’ll never leave my sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conviction in her voice was absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man suddenly collided with her at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact knocked her flat onto the pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never even stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply scrambled back to his feet and kept running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lila remained there for several seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hair hanging over her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brushed herself off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And continued walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie walked alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city felt different tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of the violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violence had become normal months ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What felt different was the uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody knew what was happening anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody seemed to have answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Groups of soldiers hurried past her carrying rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions were tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One nearly bumped into her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t apologize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t even notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever orders they were receiving clearly mattered more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie watched them disappear around a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then continued walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold air filled her lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature had dropped considerably since sunset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath left a faint cloud hanging in front of her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually she enjoyed the cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight it just made her feel alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands slid deeper into her pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets stretched endlessly ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despite all the noise surrounding her...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts kept circling back to the same place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she have stayed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she have gone with Saul and Jackson?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she have followed Adrian and Naomi?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every choice she’d made recently seemed wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every path she’d chosen seemed to end badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory surfaced before she could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adrian’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wish Vivian killed you that night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words struck just as hard now as they had then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie immediately looked away from nothing in particular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though physically turning could somehow escape the memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes began burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly wiped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was wrong with her lately?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t supposed to be crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not before the world ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People suffered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how survival worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least that was what she’d always told herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet lately...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it seemed capable of reducing her to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the dam was finally breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe she’d spent so much time pretending to be stronger than she actually was that she no longer knew where the act ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhinestone letterman jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue streak in her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The studded bat hanging from her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sarcasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it had always been armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe underneath it all she was just scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made her stomach twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly bile surged into her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie doubled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contents of her stomach splattered onto the pavement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several nearby pedestrians recoiled immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jesus Christ!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch where you’re doing that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Embarrassment flooded her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wiped her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttered an apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They continued walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie remained there for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was wrong with her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later she found herself standing outside the local infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar building looked busier than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People moved in and out constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some carrying supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some simply looking terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie stared at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jackson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why she was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was pointless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t stop thinking about the way things had ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was even the slightest chance of fixing things...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell of disinfectant immediately greeted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of patients occupied makeshift treatment areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctors hurried between beds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machines beeped rhythmically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie checked each treatment stall as she walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not there either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A teenager with a broken arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man receiving stitches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman asleep beneath several blankets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Jackson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her frustration grew with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she heard a voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound came from farther down the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But recognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherie’s heart skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking she started walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past occupied rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past exhausted nurses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past anxious family members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until she finally reached the source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hale sat beside a hospital bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shoulders looked heavier than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like he aged a couple years since the last time she’d seen him. His beard was thicker— grey hairs finding their way along the seems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him sat Isabella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight alone made Cherie’s eyes widen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t them that held her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Naomi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bandages wrapped around her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Machines quietly monitoring her condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment nobody spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only sound was the soft electronic beeping beside Naomi’s bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hale looked up first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Isabella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognition flashed across her face immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...is that Cherie?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly Cherie wasn’t sure what to do next.\u003C\u002Fp>",1510,"2026-06-06T16:52:01.117Z",1,"novelbin.me","ba95b0082ba2397091d4c9b5e55e04853866889abb7b2f3b011288826b92f7ce","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-202",null,202,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-cover.jpg"]