Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 188 - Burned Walkie

All Yunfeng could hear was Shao’s voice cutting through the smoke.

"RUN! Everyone—run!!"

Then the thunderous sound of something huge crashing through debris echoed across the alleyway.

The ground beneath him trembled violently with every step the massive creature took. Each thud made his bones rattle. Yunfeng gasped, scrambling to climb out of the collapsed rubble—but pain shot through his leg.

"Ah—damn it!" he hissed.

His leg was pinned tightly between two slabs of broken concrete. He pulled, once, twice—nothing. Only pain. The more he tried to yank himself free, the deeper it seemed to wedge.

Frustrated, panicked, he clenched his teeth and focused.

A burst of fire flared around his hand, and he laid it directly onto the rubble. Stone hissed and sizzled, turning molten under the heat of his power. The acrid smoke filled his lungs as he pushed the red-hot debris away from his leg, wincing as the skin on his shin scalded from the rising heat.

Finally—he was free.

He stumbled forward, coughing, stumbling out of the thick haze. The smoke was thick and choking. His vision blurred, ears ringing from the earlier explosion.

"Guys?!" he cried out. "Muchen?! Hana?! Shao?!"

No answer. No sign of them.

Just swirling ash and silence.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

Then—

A tiny sound. Soft. Fragile.

"Hoo... hoo..."

His gaze snapped toward the broken bush nearby. A small figure was huddled there—clutching a snapped branch with its little hands, eyes wide and glassy.

The monkey.

Yunfeng blinked, tears prickling at his lashes. "You..." he breathed.

The poor creature whimpered, looking up at him, trembling.

"Fuck... we need to find the others."

Without hesitation, he scooped it up and placed it gently around his neck. It clung to him tightly, curling against his warm skin.

And then he ran.

He didn’t know which direction. The city looked unfamiliar.

He followed the tremors. The ground still quaked faintly in the distance—maybe the creature was chasing someone. Maybe it would lead him to them.

But after a few minutes—nothing.

The ground was still. The sounds were gone.

No voices. No growls. No footsteps.

He stopped in the middle of the empty street, chest heaving. The silence screamed in his ears.

He was completely alone.

A wave of panic surged up from his stomach and crashed into his lungs. His hands trembled. Everyone was out there—Muchen, Hana, Shao, Jai—all separated, all possibly in danger, and he had no way to find them.

His knees buckled slightly as the full weight of it settled into his chest.

That was when the static buzzed faintly at his hip.

"Yunfeng? Are you there? Do you copy?" Kailun’s voice came through, breathless and urgent.

"We heard an explosion—what’s going on? Is everything okay? Copy?"

Yunfeng’s hands scrambled at his belt and snatched the walkie-talkie. His fingers shook as he pressed the button.

"I lost them," he gasped, voice cracking. "There was an explosion—the building. It collapsed. I—I lost them all. I don’t know where they are..."

His throat clenched.

"Uncle, is it possible to get an aerial view? Anything? They can’t be far... I’m at—" he rattled off the coordinates as quickly as he could.

There was a pause on the line, then Kailun’s voice responded.

"I’ll ask my son to check satellite scans. Don’t panic. I’ll be there in about half an hour."

Yunfeng’s heart sank.

"No. Don’t do that. Uncle—whatever you do, don’t come through the zoo. Please. Just detour. Go around. Avoid it at all costs."

There was silence on the other end. Static buzzed. Then—

"We’re near the zoo right now. Why shouldn’t we go through? Copy."

Yunfeng’s stomach dropped.

He froze.

His voice went low, frantic. "Because there’s a fucking—"

A snarl sounded right by his ear.

He turned just in time to see a lone zombie lunging at him. It was fast.

He reacted without thinking. Flames burst from his hand, engulfing his fist in fire as he punched it mid-air, sending the undead creature spiraling back, its body sizzling.

But the flames didn’t stop.

The fire spread crackled along his arm, catching onto the walkie-talkie.

"No—NO! Wait—!"

But it was too late.

The plastic warped. Melted.

The device sparked once—then died with a soft hiss.

Yunfeng stared at the charred remains in his palm.

"Shit," he whispered, horror seeping into his veins. "Shit. Shit, shit—!"

The monkey whimpered against his neck, as if echoing his panic.

******

Kailun slammed the walkie-talkie on the dash, his knuckles white. All he could hear was static. Yunfeng’s voice had cut off halfway, and now nothing. Just that sharp, buzzing nothing.

His heart started pounding.

"Quick! What are we waiting for? Plow through the cars!" he barked, snapping back into command mode.

The soldiers didn’t hesitate. With a loud rev of the engine, the military tanks rammed into the first cluster of cars. Metal groaned and twisted. A van folded like paper under their reinforced front. One by one, they crushed the blockade—taxis, sedans, even a damn bus. Nothing stood a chance.

The way ahead opened slowly, painfully.

Zombies spilled from alleyways, from cracks in broken buildings, from behind wrecks. But Kailun’s team was ready. They’d already figured it out: only a clean shot between the eyes dropped them for good. Anything else just slowed the bastards down.

"Headshots only!" Kailun yelled again, even though his men already knew.

Bullets flew. One by one, zombies dropped with sickening thuds, their skulls popping open like rotten fruit. The squad worked like a machine—precise, fast, efficient. They hadn’t lost anyone yet. The mission was going better than any of them expected.

But it wasn’t pretty.

Their tank was a moving wall of gore. Blood and brain matter smeared across the windshield, the side mirrors, even the vents. Chunks of something unidentifiable were stuck to the front grill, and every time the wipers swept across the glass, it just made it worse.

Still, they pushed on.

And finally—the zoo.

Kailun’s eyes narrowed as the arched entrance came into view. The metal gates were torn open. Cartoon animal statues stood bent and broken, their faces cracked and streaked with filth. The path ahead was wide, open.

He remembered Yunfeng’s last words.

"Don’t go through the zoo—"

But Kailun made the call.

It was the clearest route to the city center. That meant getting to his grandson faster. He had no idea what Yunfeng was so afraid of. It was the middle of the night when the infection spread out, there was no visitors in the zoo so it would be cleaner than the roads.

And with the roads clogged like hell, they’d waste too much time going around.

"Drive through," he ordered, jaw tight.

The vehicle passed under the zoo’s gate. The silence was instant.

No birdsongs, nothing...

It was too quiet.

Still, they rolled forward.

Dead leaves crunched under the wheels. To their sides were shattered cages, busted fences, bits of fur and bone.

Kailun didn’t like the stillness.

"Keep your eyes sharp," he muttered. "Let’s get through this fast."