Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 205 - Erased

Ten minutes ago,

Muchen drove crazily while other followed behind.

"Oh god, please don’t let us crash and die. Please... I have so much to live for." He could hear Hana’s mumbling prayers in his ear, making him smile a bit.

"We are not going to die," he said confidently as he took a turn. They were quite close to the barricade so it was not going to be much of a hassle.

Suddenly he froze up.

He hit the breaks hard making the bike come to a screeching halt. His eyes widened ever so slight gazing ahead of them.

Thousands... thousands of zombies stood ahead close to the border.

The road trembled with the echo of growls and dragging feet.

The mass of rotting flesh and bone twisted toward them

Muchen swerved closer to Zei. "Now’s your chance to be useful!" he shouted, gripping his handlebars tightly as the wind and adrenaline kicked up around him.

Zei grinned wide, wind pushing his hair back. "This is the second time, Muchen! After this, I can only use my power once more. Use my powers wisely hehe."

Before Muchen could retort, Zei flung his hand forward—and suddenly, the front line of the zombie horde seized up. Their movements slowed to a crawl, then halted completely, their limbs stiff like frozen statues.

Muchen took the opportunity to shout, "Jai! Now!"

Jai’s bike screeched to a halt as he threw a shaky hand toward the ground. His brows furrowed in focus, lips moving soundlessly.

Nothing happened.

Muchen’s frown deepened. "Any day now..."

"I’m new at this, okay?" Jai snapped, trying again. "Give me a second—"

He inhaled sharply, standing on trembling legs, and thrust his hand toward the ground again. But still nothing. Sweat dripped down his temples. His nose began to bleed. He was trying so hard... too hard.

"I can’t do it... I can’t do anything right..." Jai’s thoughts were spiraling. His legs threatened to buckle.

But just then, a warm, firm hand slid over his trembling fingers.

Jai turned his head slightly. Shao stood beside him, gaze calm as a quiet sea, his long fingers enveloping Jai’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Calm down," Shao said softly. "Close your eyes... take a deep breath."

The wind quieted.

Jai obeyed. His eyes fluttered closed. He inhaled slowly, the scent of dust and faint agarwood grounding him, anchoring him in place.

And then—

The ground shook.

A deep, rumbling quake tore through the asphalt like a sleeping dragon stirred from its slumber.

Cracks spread like lightning bolts under the undead.

Without warning, jagged spears of earth erupted from the ground, slicing through the zombies in front like skewers.

Crumbling bodies fell into widening chasms as the earth.

Soon the spears all suddenly fell onto the ground restoring the ground as is.

The only trace was the huge cracks left behind.

Jai opened his eyes, his hand still trembling. "Whoa..." he breathed out, eyes wide in disbelief.

Shao gave his head a gentle pat. "I knew you could do it."

Without another word, Shao walked back to his bike and started the engine. It roared to life beneath him.

Jai stood there frozen, watching the man’s back, lips parted in awe. That scent lingered in the air—warm, musky, familiar. It made his heart beat a little too fast, made the tension in his body dissolve into something soft and weightless.

Snapping out of it, he blinked rapidly and climbed onto his own bike, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand.

The others were already zooming ahead, and Jai quickly revved his engine, chasing after them.

The stench of rot and gasoline clung to the air as they tore down the cracked road, tires skidding around corpses and debris.

Finally—finally—the mass of zombies began thinning out.

The barricaded border came into view.

But the sight ahead wasn’t relief—it was chaos.

Hundreds of abandoned cars were piled up abandoned halfway blocking any straightforward route.

Between the gaps, Muchen could see even more zombies—slow-moving, relentless, grotesque shadows dragging themselves toward the living.

He skidded to a halt, boots scraping hard against the asphalt. Zei, Jai, Shao, Hana, and the few others following did the same.

Muchen’s jaw tightened. "Damn it."

They were too close. The barricade was right there.

Freedom—just a few hundred meters away.

But so were hundreds more undead.

Zei’s power... can only be used once more.

Just once.

Then he’d collapse, maybe worse.

Jai...was still new, unsure of his limits. Already bleeding from his nose.

If he tried again, who knew what would happen to him?

And Yunfeng... Where the hell was Yunfeng?

Muchen’s heart thudded painfully. His eyes scanned the area, darting from rooftop to alley, hoping—praying—for the familiar, slender figure, the dark eyes, the quick smile. But there was no sign of him. The weight of that absence sunk like lead into Muchen’s stomach.

"Where is he..." he muttered, barely audible.

A sudden deafening roar pierced the sky.

Hana gasped, her face alight with relief. "Jets!! Look!! Fighter jets!" She jumped from her bike and waved both arms, her voice rising with joy. "We’re saved! Oh gods, thank you! Here! We’re here!"

Everyone glanced up. Ten fighter jets tore through the sky like metal birds of war, slicing through clouds, their underbellies painted with symbols too far to make out.

Muchen’s heart didn’t lift. It dropped. freewebnσvel.cѳm

He stared up with furrowed brows. "No," he whispered.

"What?" Hana asked, still waving.

"They’re not here to rescue us," he said, voice grim. "Fighter jets like that can’t carry people. They’re not transports. They’re..." He trailed off as one jet dipped slightly, its lower hatch opening with a hiss.

Something black dropped from beneath.

Time froze.

Muchen’s eyes went wide. "Bomb."

"What?" Shao turned to him.

"BOMB!!" Muchen screamed, lunging off his bike. "RUN!! GO BACK!! EVERYONE MOVE!!!"

Panic exploded like thunder in the group.

The ground beneath them trembled as the object dropped faster, faster—its metallic body glinting in the sunlight.

Zei turned his bike around so fast it screeched. "Back! Get behind cover!"

Shao grabbed Hana by the arm as she stood frozen, still staring up at the sky in betrayal. "MOVE, HANA!"

Jai stood petrified, watching the dark shape grow closer and closer. Muchen grabbed his arm and pulled him, hard. "Don’t just stand there! RUN!"

They sprinted, lungs burning, dodging between cars and leaping over corpses. Behind them, the shrill whine of the bomb slicing through air grew louder—screaming, like the city itself was mourning.

And then—

A blinding flash of white.

An earth-shattering boom.

The world convulsed.

The shockwave hit like a hammer. Cars lifted off the ground, flames burst into the air like red blossoms, and the force flung bodies through the air like dolls.

Muchen hit the ground hard, air knocked out of his lungs. His ears rang. Smoke, fire, dust—everything was swirling chaos.

He sat up, coughing, body trembling, heart pounding.

"Jai?! Hana?! Zei?!"

One by one, the groaning sounds of survivors rose from the smoke.

"I’m—cough—I’m here!" Jai’s voice cracked somewhere close.

"I got Hana!" Shao called, holding the girl protectively behind a scorched vehicle.

Zei limped out from the haze, a long cut bleeding down his forehead. "That was not the salvation I was expecting."

But Muchen wasn’t laughing.

He turned his gaze back toward the fire rising from the blast zone. Rubble was everywhere. The road was obliterated. The pileup of cars was now a molten graveyard. And through the smoke—

More zombies.

Still moving. Burned, crawling, rising again.

Muchen’s fists clenched, rage and horror colliding in his chest.

They weren’t just abandoned.

They were being erased.

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Yunfeng heard the explosion tear through the city like a scream. The earth shook beneath him, dust rising like smoke from a dying flame. His heart pounded—too loud, too fast.

And then, through the chaos, he heard a distance voice.

"Jai!!"

Faint, almost drowned by the ringing in his ears. But he knew that voice.

"Jai! Hana!"

His breath caught as he recognized that voice. "Muchen!!"

Before he even realized it, he was running.

"Wait!" Kailun grabbed his arm, gripping hard. "That’s a control blast! You’ll get yourself killed!"

"But Muchen is there!" Yunfeng ripped himself free.

He ran like something had grabbed his soul and yanked it forward. His legs burned, lungs ached, but he didn’t stop. Zombies lunged, but he pushed through them, blind to everything except that voice echoing in his head.

He stumbled over broken concrete, slipped in ash, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop. Not now.

Then, through the haze and fire—he saw him.

A lone figure standing amid shattered stone and smoke. Ash covered his clothes. He swayed on his feet, barely upright.

"Muchen!!" Yunfeng’s voice cracked from the force of it.

Muchen turned.

Tears slipped down his soot-streaked face. "Yunfeng..."

In a heartbeat, Yunfeng was there, throwing his arms around him, crushing him into his chest.

"I’m here," he whispered, his voice shaking. "You’re safe. I’ve got you."

Muchen buried his face into Yunfeng’s shoulder. "I thought I wouldn’t see you again."

"You will. Every day. I promise."

But then Yunfeng looked up—and his heart dropped again.

The exit road was gone.