Chapter 1The Hated Ex-Boyfriend

I used to be the ex-boyfriend of the survivor base's ultimate leader. Because of my terrible attitude and spoiled nature, I was despised by everyone and eventually thrown right into a horde of zombies.

After miraculously surviving and escaping, I discovered a terrifying truth. My world was actually a post-apocalyptic novel, and I was nothing more than a pathetic, tragic villain meant to die early.

To keep myself alive, I decided to completely abandon the main plotline and live a quiet, peaceful life on my own.

That was my plan, at least. But one day, the leader of the base suddenly tracked me down. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and the first words out of his mouth were breathless and broken.

"I thought I would never see you again."

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"Felix, you are being completely unreasonable again."

Kieran's cold, detached voice rang out right behind me.

I jolted, stiffly turning around to meet his gaze. His eyes held nothing but impatience and anger. That familiar, indulgent love he used to reserve only for me was entirely gone.

Normally, I was at least a little intimidated by him. I do not know what got into me this time, but my temper snapped, and I screamed right back at his face.

"Yes! I am being unreasonable! What exactly are you going to do about it?"

Kieran clearly did not expect such a fiery outburst from me.

A second later, his rage spiked. His intimidating aura crashed down over me like a tidal wave, completely crushing my brief moment of bravery.

His face darkened so much it looked like a storm cloud ready to burst. "Felix, have I been too lenient with you?"

My anger was still there, but my courage had officially checked out.

I am not an idiot. I can tell the difference between Kieran being annoyed and Kieran being genuinely furious. When he truly loses his temper, he becomes terrifying.

"Dinner is ready, so I am leaving." I dropped that single sentence and bolted.

Nothing matters more than eating in the apocalypse. As long as I mentioned food, Kieran would not keep picking a fight.

Sure enough, I had not walked far before that chilling pressure behind me vanished, replaced only by his muffled, frustrated sigh.

We only had a little argument. Did he really need to be that fiercely intimidating?

My nose stung slightly, and I cursed him in my head. What a petty jerk.