❤️🔥From Dying in the Apocalypse to Being Chased by My S-Class Ex-Fiancé
There was a saying everyone knew in the apocalypse. Never trust zombies. Never trust strangers. And above all… Never trust teammates who smiled too much. Sadly, Ethan learned that lesson five seconds before he died. "We're almost there!" someone shouted ahead. "The helicopter is waiting!" A faint smile spread across Ethan's exhausted face. After three years of surviving the apocalypse, three years of endless running, fighting, and watching the world crumble, they had finally reached the military's evacuation point. They had actually made it. Ethan tightened his grip around the bloodstained machete in his hand, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, yet he forced himself to stay on his feet. Behind him, however, thousands of zombies surged through the shattered streets like a black tidal wave, swallowing everything in their path. Ethan came to a stop and turned around. "Go!" he shouted. "I'll hold them back!" His teammates froze. "We'll come back for you!" someone yelled. Ethan let out a tired chuckle. "No, you won't if you keep standing there." Despite everything, he still couldn't resist teasing them. It had always been this way. Whenever the team found themselves cornered, Ethan was the one who stayed behind. He charged into danger first, retreated last, and somehow always managed to drag everyone else back alive. Not because anyone expected him to it was simply because he was the strongest and so if someone had to buy them a few extra minutes… He was the obvious choice. The team leader looked at him with reddened eyes. "Thank you, we owe you everything." Ethan rested the machete on his shoulder and grinned. "You can repay me by surviving." The group nodded before sprinting toward the rooftop. Only after they disappeared did Ethan turn to face the approaching horde. His hands trembled from exhaustion. Blood seeped through countless cuts across his body, and the pistol strapped to his waist had long since run
