Surviving the Apocalypse With My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend-Chapter 89: Nothing to gain

Aubrey’s warmth wrapped around me as we lay in bed. Her arm draped over my chest, her leg hooked around mine like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.

I could feel her breath against my neck, soft and steady, a fragile tether to a life that somehow still felt normal.

I stared at the ceiling.

Her fingers traced slow, deliberate lines over my chest. Two fingers walking, step by step, like tiny legs exploring a foreign landscape. She tilted her head up at me, eyes searching.

"Crazy day, huh?" she whispered.

"Yeah," I said, not looking at her.

She felt it—the distance in me.

She pushed herself up slightly, studying my face. "Something on your mind?"

"Yeah... a whole lot." I closed my eyes, letting the weight settle on my chest.

Her fingers froze, hovering over me.

"Hey," she said softer. "You did everything you could with that girl."

I finally looked at her.

"If you tried any further with Lila... if you didn’t pull away... who knows what would’ve happened. To you. To us."

She held my gaze steady. Not defensive. Not scared. Just searching.

I let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh but hollow.

"It’s crazy," I said. "Two years ago I was stressing about what flowers to buy. How to balance training with exams. Dumb shit."

I swallowed, throat tight.

"Now it’s this."

Her fingers resumed tracing my chest, slower now, deliberate.

"Do you ever miss it?" she asked. "Life. How she was before all this?"

"I do," I answered honestly.

Her jaw tightened just a little.

I turned toward her fully and slid my hand into her hair, fingers threading through the dark curls, anchoring her to me.

"But we have to focus on now, don’t we?"

I leaned in and kissed her once. Soft. Careful. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into it, like she’d been waiting for this moment for years.

When I pulled back, the thought that had been sitting in my chest finally spilled out.

"But it still begs the question...why did you ever tell Lila I cheated on her?" I asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

"Back then. When things were still... normal."

My voice faded, trembling.

Aubrey didn’t look away.

"I don’t think it was much of a secret," she said. "Especially now."

She shifted, moving over me, straddling my waist. Her hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones.

"I always liked you," she admitted. "Yeah, I was her friend. But you two..." She shook her head faintly. "You weren’t right for each other. You never were."

There was no guilt in her eyes. Just certainty. A quiet, calm weight that made the chaos in my chest seem smaller, for a second.

She kissed me again. Slow. Intentional. Every press of her lips a claim, a reassurance, a warning.

I kissed her back. Matching her pace, letting the world shrink until it was just the two of us.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a flicker of unease gnawed at me. I tried to push it down, ignored it—but it didn’t disappear.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

Aubrey froze, eyes wide, scrambling off me, but I don’t think she moved fast enough.

"What!?! What the hell do you think you’re—?!!" she started, but her words died in her throat.

"Adrian, you need to come see this." The man’s voice was sharp, urgent, dripping panic.

Aubrey and I exchanged a quick glance. No time to process. No time to breathe.

Boots hit the floor hard as we moved, the hallway stretching endlessly before us. Each step echoed, bouncing off walls like gunfire. Heart pounding, chest tight. Every nerve screaming.

"What’s the situation???" I barked, but he didn’t answer.

We rounded the corner.

Andre.

He was on his knees, shaking violently, body trembling as if the floor might swallow him whole. Tears streaked the blood and dirt smeared on his face.

His uniform was torn and disheveled, like he’d been dragged through hell.

People surrounded him, trying to calm him, hands on his shoulders, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, gripping his shoulders tight. "Andre. Look at me. What the hell happened? Where are the others???"

His head shook frantically. Choked sobs escaped his throat. His eyes were wide, pupils darting like trapped prey.

"Wasn’t the military base capture successful?" I pressed.

"T— they... they came like a blur..." His voice trembled. "None of us saw anything like it..."

"Who? Who came like a blur??"

A woman stepped forward, arms crossed, voice clipped. "He’s saying a group of coordinated infected attacked them. I guess not the regular kind."

My stomach flipped. The air turned icy. Every hair on my arms stood on end. Something in me tightened, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

Andre’s words tumbled out, jagged, desperate. "It’s true! I know what I fucking saw! They... they were brutal. Planned. Marcus... Lyle... Evan... one of them—she was using— she..."

He couldn’t finish. His chest heaved, hands trembling uncontrollably. His mind fought his tongue, but somehow, I understood anyway.

I slowly stood, boots heavy against the floor. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. I looked at the other soldiers. At Aubrey. Her hand brushed mine. Tense. Afraid. Trying to anchor me. But the dread? It didn’t leave.

"I think..."

I turned back to Andre. My pulse skyrocketed. My eyes widened.

"I think I saw that girl. The one your group was with before. Your girl..."

Andre blinked rapidly, swallowed hard, unable to speak.

"She looked...different. Shorter hair. Piercings. Somehow... crazier than she was before..."

Lila?

Alive? After all this time?

Tears threatened to spill, but I clenched my jaw. My stomach dropped. My lungs burned. Cold crawled over my skin.

"Something was wrong with her eyes," Andre continued. "With all of them. The red was there...but there was...something else. Orange-ish."

The words hit me like fire, burning through my chest, my bones, my brain.

"...what?"

Almost immediately, scientists swarmed, questions firing at him. About mannerisms. About the glow in their eyes. About how coordinated they moved.

I felt my pulse hammer in my ears, blood rushing in my temples. Fear and disbelief twisted together.

I spun around fully, ready to run toward what I needed to see—but Aubrey’s hand caught mine. Strong. Insistent.

"You can’t listen to him, Adrian. He’s just saying things. It might not be her... He obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about," she said. Her voice was sharp, low, trembling. Fear wrapped around each word.

I turned to her finally.

"I need to see for myself."

Her lips quivered. Her eyes glistened, like the words themselves had shot straight through her chest.

"Adrian, you—"

"I have to," I said finally.

After a while, I found a car and slipped inside, slamming the door without hesitation.

The engine roared to life beneath me, a promise of movement, of action. Soldiers piled into their humvees, guns loaded, the metallic tang of grime and sweat thick in the air. I hadn’t even raised my weapon yet.

Aubrey knocked on the glass. I barely looked at her.

I could feel her screaming at me, raw and unfiltered.

I sighed, rolling down the window.

"Adrian, what the hell do you expect to gain from this?!" Her voice cracked, urgency spilling into anger. "So what if she’s alive??? It doesn’t matter, does it?!?"

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

"I need to know," I said simply. My words were flat, but every ounce of resolve dripped from them.

I slammed the car into gear. The tires screeched against the cracked asphalt, gravel kicking up as I tore forward. Behind me, the soldiers followed, engines growling, ready to support the operation—but unaware of my real reason for moving.

Officially, we were retaking the military base. Collecting samples for the scientists. Doing what needed to be done.

Really, I was going there for only one reason.

Her.

My hands clenched the wheel so tight the knuckles went white. I stared straight ahead, teeth grinding. The horizon blurred into lines of gray and brown as the speed picked up.

I didn’t know what I was driving into. Didn’t care. I didn’t care if the place had been taken. Didn’t care if the soldiers ahead would die. Didn’t care if anything would happen to me.

I just needed to see her. I needed to know.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Aubrey. Her face, pale in the morning light, hardened like stone. Fear, anger, frustration—they all burned there, but her eyes stayed fixed on me.

She didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to.

She wasn’t stopping me.

And I wasn’t going to stop.

I pressed the gas harder.

The road ahead shrank into the blur of motion. Every second that passed pulled me closer to her—closer to the answer I’d been chasing for months, closer to the danger I didn’t care about, closer to the girl I thought I had lost forever.

And somewhere deep down, I knew that when I found her... nothing would ever be the same again.