Chapter 2The Hated Ex-Boyfriend

On the way back to our quarters, people on the street shot me dirty, hostile glares.

I glared right back, fierce and unyielding.

The people in the base absolutely hated me.

Ordinary folks worked the fields to earn their keep. Those with combat abilities risked their lives outside the walls killing zombies.

I was the only one living like a delicate parasite, clinging tightly to Kieran for survival.

I never thought there was anything wrong with that. It was a mutual agreement between two consenting adults. What right did anyone else have to judge us? But people still constantly harassed me, claiming they were acting on behalf of the base and trying to "save" Kieran from my toxic influence.

My first major fallout with Kieran happened because I got into a physical fight. Someone was talking trash about me behind my back, and I happened to overhear it.

I had zero combat power, so it was a completely one-sided beatdown. I looked incredibly pathetic by the end of it.

But the part that infuriated me the most was Kieran. He did not check on my injuries first. Instead, he walked over and apologized to the guy who beat me up.

I gave him the silent treatment for three days after that. He eventually went on a scavenging run and brought back a box of rare chocolate to beg for my forgiveness.

Lately, our arguments had become far more frequent. At first, Kieran would at least pretend to coax me out of my bad moods.

As time went on, the bastard stopped trying entirely. He refused to say a single comforting word, always using meal times as a cheap excuse to break the ice.

Eat, eat, eat! I hoped he would choke on his food.

Kieran had just brutally scolded me in front of the entire base again, stripping away every ounce of my dignity.

I was supposed to be his boyfriend, yet he never once defended me. He just stood there and allowed them to humiliate me.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I marched right up to Kieran and demanded a breakup.

He stayed completely silent, staring down at me with those pitch-black, bottomless eyes. After a long agonizing moment, he let out a dark sneer.

"Felix, what exactly gives you the delusion that you can survive out there without me?"

All my righteous anger instantly deflated.

He was right. I did not know how to kill zombies, and I was terrified of scavenging for supplies. My food, water, and shelter all depended entirely on him.

Kieran and I actually met before the apocalypse ruined the world.

Back then, he was just a nameless, poor kid. I still have no idea where he got the audacity to think he was worthy of courting someone from my social class.

But he was incredibly handsome. In a crowd of utterly average faces, his sharp, striking looks were a breath of fresh air. Having him around was good for my eyes.

Relying entirely on his pretty face, I decided to give him a chance.

After we got together, Kieran was completely obedient. If I told him to walk east, he would never dare look west.

I can confidently say that my current terrible temper is at least fifty percent his fault!

I just did not understand how things had devolved into this nightmare.

The base residents held a deep, venomous grudge against me, acting as if I had dragged their majestic, awe-inspiring leader into the gutter.

The pure contempt in their eyes made my blood boil. If it were not for this godforsaken apocalypse, people with their low status would not even be qualified to tie my shoes!

And Kieran was no longer my shield. He stopped prioritizing my feelings, and whenever I got into a shouting match, he blamed me without even asking what happened!

It is true what they say. The moment a man gains power and status, his heart completely changes.