My Zombie Ex's Second Chase Novel by Sugar Nyfe _ Novel




My Zombie Ex's Second Chase Chapter 01

Year three of the apocalypse.
While scavenging for supplies in the ruined city with the advance squad, I ran into Zackery Blackwood, covered in mottled bloodstains.
My ex-boyfriend.
Compared to his zombie peers—who were either bloodthirsty and lunging at anyone in sight, or wandering aimlessly like headless flies—Zackery seemed much more sluggish.
His once fair and smooth skin was now veiled in a lifeless, livid gray. The rimless glasses that never left his straight nose were long gone, and beneath his dirty, sparse bangs, a pair of narrow, vacant eyes was revealed, the whites completely consumed by a bloody red.
And red eyes were one of the most prominent hallmarks of a zombie.
Zackery didn't notice us; he merely swayed and stopped in front of a jewelry counter.
Glancing at the gold and silver jewelry scattered inside the shattered display case, a mocking smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of my mouth.
What, now that we are separated by the boundary of life and death, you irresponsible scumbag are suddenly interested in rings?
We had been together for five years, and he had delayed our set wedding date time and time again.
So, a month before the apocalypse descended, I made up my mind and broke up with him.
I could still clearly remember Zackery's shocked and sorrowful expression at the time, but in the end, he just pressed his lips tightly together, lowered his eyes, and gave a difficult nod.
From beginning to end, I never got a single word of him asking me to stay.
After that day, I never saw Zackery again.
I pretended nothing happened and went on with my work and life. Whenever someone asked about Zackery, I would bluntly say he was dead.
"Anyway, Zackery the Great Scientist only knows how to do experiments all day long. He's not romantic at all, so if he's dead, he's dead."
Everyone comforted me with laughter, but only I knew the sorrow in my heart.
Until an unknown virus that infected mammals suddenly broke out in the city. Wails and blood were everywhere, turning the world into a living purgatory.
I hid in my room at a loss for two days before fleeing with the security forces.
Faced with a reality fraught with danger where there was no guarantee for tomorrow, love seemed to have become insignificant.
As a result, my words became a self-fulfilling prophecy—
Zackery really did die.
"Ashley, what are you spacing out for?
Hurry up and clear out that area!"
A squad member urged me loudly from behind.
Although zombies barely retained their human form, their cells mutated rapidly the moment they were infected with the virus, and they were no longer considered human.
With one slash of a blade, Zackery's head would separate from his body, and only transparent slime would ooze from his neck without a single drop of bright red blood splashing out.
A zombie would die completely once beheaded. I thought that after chopping down so many zombies, my heart had grown as cold as my blade.
But my raised right hand was clearly trembling slightly.
"Damn it."
I cursed under my breath, my heart softening.
While no one was looking, I kicked down the dazed Zackery, tied him up tightly with a rope, tossed him into a corner, and pulled a poster over him to hide him.
"Wait for me to come back."
Even though I knew Zackery couldn't understand anymore, I still whispered to him.
The tips of his ears seemed to twitch.
Back at the safe zone, I handed over all my scavenged supplies and received a reward of three steamed buns and a small cut of wild boar meat.
Frail, sallow-faced bystanders cast envious glances my way, but none dared to step up and snatch them.
They clung to life by doing odd jobs around the base for a bowl of Oatmeal gruel, while those who earned actual rewards were the capable ones, the ones willing to risk their lives fighting zombies.
They knew better than anyone who was strong and who was weak.
I returned to my room and packed all my worldly possessions into a travel backpack.
A down jacket and a set of autumn clothes, a machete with a slightly chipped edge, a pair of binoculars, a lighter, a bag of salt, and enough food and bottled water to last three days.
The leader of this small base was a lecherous incompetent, throwing his weight around using his pre-apocalyptic bureaucratic authority.
The guards were already getting restless. I had no intention of getting caught in the crossfire and becoming cannon fodder, so I had been planning to leave for a while.
Early the next morning, I made up an excuse and slipped out of the base without a hitch.
The gate guards lazily waved me through. After all, in their eyes, leaving the base alone was a death wish, and no one would be that stupid.
The poster was still lying there, completely untouched.
Zackery lay quietly underneath it, his unfocused red eyes wide open.
"Zackery," I said, keeping my guard up as I untied his ropes. "I'm leaving for the Eastern Base. Don't just hide in the mall like an idiot; go find an empty factory with no supplies."
"From now on... you're on your own."
I couldn't bring myself to kill Zackery, so leaving him to his fate was my only option.
It was just that in a world like this, walking away meant saying goodbye forever.
At that thought, my eyes stung with unshed tears, and I couldn't resist looking back.
Zackery... was actually trailing slowly behind me.
The sun had always favored humanity. Whether demons or zombies, creatures of the dark never roamed in the daylight, granting humans a brief window of safety.
The sun was high now, making Zackery's face look even more ashen. With every step he took, a faint wisp of smoke rose from the ground.
Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, still staggering toward me step by step.
Could he actually still be conscious?
The mere thought of that possibility made my knees weak.
After a moment's hesitation, I ducked into an empty storefront down the street.
A short while later, the door was violently shoved open.
Zackery's nostrils flared. As if catching my scent, he stopped in his tracks, looking somewhat relieved, and stood quietly in the doorway.

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