[{"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-97":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},1745752,2231,"Chapter 97: Withdrawal","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>I’d started waking up before the sun without meaning to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just happened now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breeze hit my face as I stood near the edge of the roof, binoculars pressed to my eyes. The world looked calmer from a distance. Empty streets. Dead cars. No movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scanned slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left. Right. Far corner. Rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stayed like this for a while. Just...watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It helped me pass the time and solved my paranoia as well. Killing two birds with one stone, I suppose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, there was a tap on my shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned around to see Agnes, her face as grim as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She really didn’t like me, for some odd reason. That probably marked about the billionth woman ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breakfast,\" she said. \"If you’re interested in tin food.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lowered the binoculars to my chest and followed her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where’s your dad?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Working on something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned but didn’t press. With her, every question felt like stepping on thin ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We sat beside a dying fire. The smoke drifted sideways in the wind. Agnes handed me a dented tin and a rusty spoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took it. \"Thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hope it’s to your liking,\" she said, already eating. The sarcasm laced with her words wasn’t subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scooped a bite, forcing myself not to react to the taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" I said, mostly to fill the silence, \"how long have you and your dad been cooped up here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since the apocalypse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words were short and clipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the infected don’t come around? I didn’t see any traps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t look at me when she answered. \"They don’t bother us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only selfish survivors like you do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped scraping the bottom of the tin, letting her words sit for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept eating like she hadn’t just said it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s the girl on the stretcher, anyway?\" she asked after a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just a friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just a friend,\" she repeated. Her eyes flicked to me then, narrowing slightly. Measuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched again. The fire popped weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agnes set her tin down first and turned fully toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know my pop said you could stay a few days,\" she said, \"but you need to leave today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know your type, Adrian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t like how calm she sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You blow up everything you touch,\" she continued. \"Danger follows you. You play the right face when it suits you. Same one you used on my pop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All your pop wanted to do was help,\" I said, my voice tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s an old man. He doesn’t see what I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what’s that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That you bring trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled slowly. \"You don’t know the shit I’ve been through out there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes hardened. \"Oh, I know plenty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice rose just enough for it to turn sharp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Agnes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word boomed across the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We both turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father stood near the stairwell entrance, tools in one hand, grease on his sleeves. His expression wasn’t angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agnes looked away first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come down with me, Adrian. I need your help with something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark’s voice cut through the tension before Agnes could fire back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood up immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gee,\" I muttered as I brushed past her, \"hope I don’t blow this one up too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sarcasm wasn’t subtle. Neither was the edge under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agnes didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just watched me, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes following every step like she was waiting for proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark didn’t look back. He just headed for the stairwell, boots heavy against the concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I followed him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew cooler with each step. The sounds from the roof faded until it was just the echo of our footsteps in the narrow stairwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind us, Agnes stayed still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they had disappeared down the stairwell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips curled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, private smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one saw it. No one but her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella woke in a cold sweat, chest rising against the seatbelt. It snapped taut, jerking her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good to have you back, Princess.\" Aubrey didn’t look at her, eyes fixed on the road. Isabella blinked, trying to shake off the nightmare she just had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rubbed her head. \"How far are we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Illinois. Won’t take long to get to Chicago. We find Adrian first, then the medicine you need for...who was it again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was silence soon after, eyes staying on the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey was the one to break the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, I’m not saying anything to make it seem like weneedto be friends,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella was scoffing before she was able to finish. Aubrey forced herself not to acknowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I’m sorry for the way I talked about you. I really am. It’s fine if you don’t forgive me—it’s the first time I’ve really said it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t care about what you said.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey’s eyebrows furrowed at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. Then she added quietly, \"It’s better if no one really understands me anyway. Makes things easier. No one can use anything against me—or try hurt the people I care about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey listened. Really listened. Something settled in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I get that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you? Or are you just saying that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey only smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before the apocalypse... I always tried to be, I guess, stoic. Pretend I didn’t care. I was scared of losing the people I loved.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But someone made me see... showing you care doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Isabella was able to answer, her stomach seemed to answer for her. With that, she looked away, embarrassed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hungry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll just get the food from the back,\" Isabella said, reaching for the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey’s hand stopped her. \"No. We need to save that for the dire moments.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes fixed on a gas station ahead. Neon buzzing in the morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about some real food?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella smiled. Small, careful. Aubrey smiled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door chimed as they entered. The smell of stale coffee and fried grease hit them first. They moved down the aisles, checking expiration dates, grabbing what they could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey tore open a bag of chips and popped one in her mouth. It was barely crispy. Almost chewy. She shrugged and kept eating, rounding the aisle to check on Isabella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the chips slipped from her hand. They fell with a soft thud, scattering across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella froze. Behind her, a man appeared. Dark eyeliner smeared, half his head shaved. His clothes were patched, wrong. His eyes burned molten orange, red veins spiderwebbing across the whites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey’s hand was on her gun before Isabella even blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wouldn’t do that if I were you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers settled on the trigger, trained on the man behind Isabella with a cold glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t alone, it seemed. From the other aisles and the door opposite, more of them emerged. Silent, deliberate, like predators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lookie here... lookie here...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice boomed. Aubrey spun. A woman was walking slowly, deliberately, as if the store itself belonged to her. Her boots tapped against the tile in a calm rhythm, echoing like a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aubrey’s face went pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stopped, eyes sharp. Her voice cut through the store like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who let filthyflesherswander around these parts?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giggles came from around the convenience store. The man behind Isabella tightened his grip, the knife pressing cold and sharp into her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Track your mud all up in here. Invade the place with your colorless,flesherstench. Oh, it’s so boring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word hit like an insult, though Aubrey had no idea what the fuck it even meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell do you people want?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman smiled at Aubrey’s question, Silver grills flashed in the flickering fluorescent light. They were enough to etch nightmares into anyone that saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer. Didn’t even move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, a burlap sack dropped over Aubrey’s head. Her world became shrouded in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man and I walked down the stairwell slow. Boots clicking against tile. Something never sat right about Agnes. The apocalypse had lasted over a year, and the infected never bothered them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same ones who destroyed and laid waste to anything they come across?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was...wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Mark,\" I said. \"I need to ask you something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead, son,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We reached the main floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s your secret?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped, something flashing over his face before it was replaced with something else. He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Secret?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. Agnes told me the infected don’t bother her and her dad. Not even once. And there’s more. There’s a new kind—orange eyes, red veins in the whites, addicted to something called amber. They live around here. They call it Amber Society.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark’s hand went to his beard. He stared at me, quiet, like he didn’t know if I was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a breath. \"So... what did you want me to work on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could answer, a soft thump echoed. I looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Lila. She had slipped out of the stretcher, a limp in her step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lila, you need to rest some more. It isn’t—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me... amber...\" she whispered. My face went pale at her words. \"I need... amber...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands shook. Her knees bent. Her whole body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same shit I saw at the camp with the man. Withdrawal symptoms.\u003C\u002Fp>",1566,"2026-06-06T16:52:00.838Z",1,"novelbin.me","cf425f76f1f65460f096f78e585b9ca5180a320f73126eca9c9c7d9b40f8c8ee","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-98","surviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-chapter-96",202,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-apocalypse-with-my-yandere-ex-girl-cover.jpg"]