Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 214 - City X

Muchen’s fingers were tight on the handlebars, knuckles pale, arms trembling from exhaustion. The bike roared beneath them, weaving through abandoned wreckage and infected bodies that stumbled out, each one he barely avoided by inches.

They were nearing the tunnel that led to City X—their last hope of finding a safe zone, or at least a place to rest. But Muchen’s vision was beginning to blur from the strain, and the weight of Yunfeng slumped against his back made every turn harder, every breath sharper.

"Hold on, just a little more..." he muttered, not sure if he was saying it for Yunfeng or himself.

Behind him, Yunfeng barely stirred. His arms had long loosened from around Muchen’s waist. His breath came in shallow bursts, and the heat radiating off him was scalding.

Muchen hadn’t dared to stop— there were too many zombies behind and too many in front.

But then—came a sound.

A snarl sharper than the rest.

Something fast was moving towards them.

Muchen’s eyes widened in horror.

A mutated zombie, its limbs too long, its mouth split open far too wide, shot toward them from the shadows of a collapsed car. It moved like lightning—low to the ground, its claws digging in for speed.

There was no time to brake. No room to swerve.

He instinctively turned his body, trying to shield Yunfeng.

But just as the undead lunged—

Bang!

The monster’s head exploded mid-air, its body crashing lifelessly onto the road just inches from their wheels. The sudden shock nearly made Muchen lose balance, but he swerved, regained control, and screeched the bike to a halt.

Heart racing, chest heaving, he turned—

And there, behind the fallen creature, stood Shao, rifle still smoking.

"You idiot!" Shao shouted as he jogged forward, lowering the gun. "What the hell took you so long? You just took off without even warning us!"

His eyes darted past Muchen to Yunfeng’s slumped form.

His face immediately fell.

"Shit. What happened to him?" Shao was already by Yunfeng’s side, touching his forehead. His hand recoiled slightly. "He’s burning up, Muchen! He feels like he’s on fire."

Muchen turned back slowly, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. His lips trembled before he answered in a hoarse whisper, "They gave him... some kind of drug. I don’t know what it was. He passed out. He wouldn’t wake up."

He gently cupped Yunfeng’s flushed face, brushing away the sweat that had gathered at his temples.

"Yunfeng..." he whispered, voice cracking. "You’re okay, right? You’re going to be okay..."

Yunfeng stirred faintly, eyelids fluttering. His lips parted, as if trying to say something, but no sound came out. He looked tired. So, so tired.

Seeing that, Muchen’s throat tightened.

He was too concentrated on getting them both out of that building that he had ignored Yunfeng’s condition.

Thankfully the whole floor was under construction. So he pulled Yunfeng onto his back and dragged him over to the elevator. He had to break open the elevator door and climb down the elevator shaft. All the while his lover was strapped onto his back with jut a rope. It was risky and it was dangerous. Many time Yunfeng almost slipped out of the tethered rope. He had to readjust it halfway.

Because he was so focused on escaping he hadn’t realized then. Hadn’t realized just how hot Yunfeng’s skin had become.

He had been so focused on getting them out alive, so desperate to flee, that he hadn’t stopped to check.

And now...

"Dammit," Muchen muttered, pulling Yunfeng closer, forehead pressed against his. "Why didn’t I notice...?"

Shao crouched beside them, concern etched into his face. "He needs cooling. We have to bring his temperature down before it fries his brain."

Muchen nodded, but his grip tightened slightly.

The roar of the jets cut through the air like blades. They screamed overhead, so low the very air seemed to compress under their weight.

Then—boom—a blast cracked the sky open.

A searing wave of heat and noise slammed into the concrete around them, throwing up clouds of dust.

The explosion hadn’t hit them directly, but it had been close.

Too close.

Chunks of debris rained down in the distance.

"We don’t have time for this," Shao hissed, coughing into his sleeve. He glanced at Yunfeng’s limp body, his face pale and drenched in sweat. He quickly reached for him. "We must get out of this damn city, for God’s sake."

Muchen stepped forward, arms fiercely protective. "I can handle him," he said, his voice hoarse.

But Shao’s frown deepened.

He opened his mouth, then hesitated. His gaze dropped down to Muchen’s waist—and froze.

Muchen followed the look.

A fresh patch of blood had bloomed across his cargo pants. Dark red. Spreading.

His breath caught in his throat.

He had known the risk. When he flew up the ruined floors to reach Yunfeng, he had felt a sharp pain. He had ignored all of it. But now reality came crashing down. He... he might have lost their baby

"I’ll take Yunfeng," Shao said, voice low and strained. "Please, Muchen. Don’t strain yourself further."

Muchen clenched his fists. His knuckles turned white against the bike steering.

"...Tie him to your back," he whispered to Shao, finally handing over the rope.

Shao nodded silently, carefully wrapping Yunfeng against him. He adjusted the weight with practiced arms, holding Yunfeng’s burning body like it was glass.

Lu Zhi scooted back on the bike, making space.

Shao swung his leg over, started the engine, and took off—Muchen right behind.

They reached the mouth of the tunnel before long.

The others were already there—Kailun, Jai, Hana, Yuki, Qui yue, Zei and two soldiers, faces grim and soaked with sweat. The narrow stairs into the metro station yawned below them like the throat of some hidden beast. Without wasting time, they descended.

The tunnel was newer—still in good condition. A few zombies lurked in the shadows, shambling aimlessly, but they were easily dispatched. Kailun and the others lit up their path with salvaged military lamps, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.

They walked fast.

There was no time to stop. No one spoke.

Yunfeng’s fever was worsening. He mumbled faintly now and then, lips dry and cracked, head lolling against Shao’s back. Muchen kept looking over his shoulder, guilt and worry pressing against his ribs.

And then they reached it.

The train.

A huge, silver beast derailed in the center of the tunnel, its windows shattered, lights flickering like dying stars. The inside was packed with zombies—trapped, clawing at the glass.

They moved past it in silence, keeping close to the tunnel’s edge. The distant sound of snarling followed them like an echo.

It felt like forever.

Hours passed in darkness. Feet blistered. Limbs screamed. But they kept walking.

Until— they spotted a light at the end.

Faint at first, then brighter.

The tunnel’s end was close.

They climbed quickly, the air growing fresher with every step.

Then, they emerged in the other end of the tunnel in city X.

City A lay behind them, quiet—too quiet.

They stood on a ridge just beyond the final metro station, looking out at what was once their home.

One after another, fighter jets roared overhead, their shadows slicing across the now infected City.

Muchen turned his head slightly, just in time to see something metallic drop from the belly of the lead jet.

A bomb. The moment before impact stretched unbearably—then everything shattered.

A deafening explosion cracked the world open.

Flames erupted into the sky, rising in a brutal column of orange and black. The shockwave hit like a fist—a wall of pressure and sound that threw dust, steel, and glass into the air. The very ground trembled. Buildings groaned, windows shattered in the distance, and pieces of torn-up earth lifted like paper in the wind.

Then came the second wave.

A cloud began to form—wide and rising, a towering mushroom of smoke, debris, and fire. It climbed high above the city, blocking out the light, casting an eerie red glow that pulsed through the thick smoke. Its roots were flame. Its edges shimmered with ash and heat. It looked like something alive—something mourning and devouring at once.

The skyscrapers closest to the blast didn’t stand a chance.

One by one, they folded into themselves. The tallest one, with its silver spine and blue windows, groaned deeply before tipping sideways. Glass rained down in glittering shards as it crashed into another building, triggering a chain of collapse. The skyline—once sharp, proud—was now broken, crumbling, swallowed by smoke and fire.

From the ruins came a sound that pierced the air.

Screams.

Faint, distant, but unmistakable.

Somewhere, survivors who didn’t make it out in time were still alive—trapped beneath rubble, burning, or running through fire. Their voices rose, thin and sharp, carried by the wind all the way to the outskirts of City X. There, ash began to fall like snow—gray, silent, and heavy.

Muchen stared, chest hollow.

City A was gone. Everything they had fought through, all the memories, the pain—it was being erased before their eyes.

Jai gripped his grandfather’s hand tightly, his small fingers trembling. "Tell Father we’re out."

Kailun nodded slowly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I already did," he said quietly. "Some of your father’s friends are in City X. They’re on their way to take us."

He looked back at the trembling ground, his face grave.

"They’re going to seal off the tunnel too."

Muchen closed his eyes for a moment.

Yunfeng stirred faintly on Shao’s back.

He opened his eyes again.

They had made it out.

But the war was far from over.

Muchen gritted his teeth as he gently caressed Yunfeng’s pale cheeks. His hands then went to his stomach.

He would never forgive the people who did this.