Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 175 - Shark like swimmers

Muchen was panicking.

Not the usual quiet tension or nervous glances—but full-blown I’m-going-to-die-in-this-wet-hell kind of panic.

He practically launched himself onto Yunfeng’s backpack, wrapping his arms around Yunfeng’s shoulders like a terrified cat clinging to a tree trunk. His legs wrapped tightly around Yunfeng’s waist as he let out a breathless whisper, "I hate this place. I hate this place so much."

The tiny ember flickering in Yunfeng’s palm did little to fight back the suffocating dark. Shadows clung to the tunnel walls like tar, and the green glow of the distant exit still looked miles away.

"We’re not gonna make it," Muchen whispered, eyes darting around. "There’s no way we’ll make it before something gets us—"

Just then, the water rippled again. A dark mass rose from the murky depths.

Muchen’s heart stopped.

A bloated figure began to emerge—dressed in a rotted neon vest and helmet, like some forgotten construction worker from hell. Its skin was pale, split in places like overfilled sausages. And despite its grotesque bulk, it moved with terrifying speed, gliding through the water like a practiced swimmer.

"Turn back!! We gotta turn back!!" Muchen screamed, tightening his grip around Yunfeng’s neck. He was now fully piggybacking, one hand gripping his lover for dear life and the other trying—and failing—to get a proper grip on the massive machine gun. "I can’t shoot properly with one hand—fuck, Yunfeng! Burn it!"

Yunfeng grunted under the weight, his hands flaring with fire. "Trying!!"

He hurled the fire toward the water—but the second the flame hit the surface, it fizzled, creating steam that hissed around them. The zombie didn’t even flinch. If anything, it seemed to move faster.

"Oh, come on!!" Muchen swore loudly.

The bloated thing surged forward, its mouth opening impossibly wide—jagged black teeth lining its jaw like shattered glass. It dove toward Yunfeng’s legs, aiming to take a bite.

"Watch out!" Muchen shrieked.

Yunfeng yanked his legs up in time, curling into a sitting ball midair while Muchen, with gritted teeth, activated his power.

There was a sudden jerk—and they began floating up. Straight up. Like a wonky, two-man hot air balloon fueled by sheer desperation.

Now they were hovering above the flooded tunnel, Yunfeng curled like a koala with his knees tucked, arms glowing dimly around his legs, and Muchen still clinging like a backpack, panting against Yunfeng’s shoulder.

The water zombie leapt again—this time breaching the surface like a torpedo. Its mouth snapped shut just inches from Yunfeng’s dangling boot.

"NOPE!" Muchen shouted and yanked them higher. fгeewebnovёl.com

But he was already shaking. The strain of carrying both of them midair was too much. His muscles screamed in protest. Pain flared in his stomach—the same sharp, biting pain that had haunted him since the warehouse.

Yunfeng heard it too. The tremble in Muchen’s breath. The way his arms began to slacken.

"Muchen..." he looked back, worry lining his voice.

"I—can’t... hold on much longer..." Muchen groaned, every word strained.

Below them, the zombie slapped at the water, circling like a shark. And worse—ripples were spreading. More shadows stirred beneath the surface. They weren’t alone anymore.

"Muchen," Yunfeng said softly, twisting enough to press his hand against Muchen’s thigh. "You’re doing great. Just... a little more, okay? I’ll protect us. You got us out of the water—we just need to make it to the wall."

"Easier said... than done..." Muchen panted, sweat dripping down his brow. His body trembled violently.

"I owe you so many massages after this," Yunfeng whispered with a strained grin. "Full-body, thirty-minute sessions. I’ll even rub your feet."

"Make it two hours," Muchen muttered, trying to smirk.

"Done."

Below them, the water exploded again—another swimmer bursting forth, hands outstretched.

"Nope nope nope—!" Muchen wheezed and flung them sideways, aiming toward a maintenance platform barely visible on the tunnel’s left wall.

"Brace!" Yunfeng shouted, holding on tightly.

They slammed into the platform hard, rolling together onto the damp concrete. Muchen cried out, his stomach flaring in pain as he clutched his side.

Yunfeng quickly grabbed him, cradling his face. "Hey! Look at me. Are you okay?"

"Still alive..." Muchen mumbled. "Can’t say the same for my spleen though..."

Yunfeng laughed breathlessly, then leaned in and kissed his forehead. "Thank you. You saved us. Again."

From below, the splashes echoed—zombies still searching the water, snarling with hunger.

They both had momentary break on the maintenance ledge.

Yunfeng sat with his knees drawn close, fire flickering faintly in his palm like a living ember—just enough light to ward off the dark.

Muchen leaned beside him, chest rising and falling steadily, his eyes fixed ahead at the dark water.

The bloated zombie still swam below, its enormous body circling in silence. Like a predator, patiently waiting.

"...They swim like sharks," Muchen muttered quietly. His voice didn’t carry humor now. Just exhaustion and a bitter edge of realization. "That bloated one... it hasn’t moved its eyes off us once."

Yunfeng turned his head slightly. The thing’s bloodshot gaze was locked onto them through the gloom, barely lit by the wavering glow of his flame. Unblinking. Watching.

"I have a guess," Muchen continued. "Do you think they... still retain some intelligence? Not just instinct. But... thought."

Yunfeng didn’t answer at first. His brows furrowed in deep thought as he stared down at the monster below. "Back in the emergency stairwell," Muchen whispered. "One opened a door. It wasn’t fumbling either. It knew how."

Yunfeng’s heart beat a little harder at that.

He shifted upright, wiping water from his face with the back of his hand. "I haven’t heard of that before... I guess the history I read wasn’t too informative," he murmured.

His gaze dropped to Muchen’s machine gun. "Can you take them down from here?"

Muchen didn’t hesitate. His eyes narrowed, lips curling into a cold grin. "Gladly."

He knelt beside the ledge and set the barrel over the rusted edge. The gun clicked into position like it was born to be there. Despite the wetness still soaking through his clothes, his hands were steady. Trained.

In another life, he might have been a soldier.

A low thump sounded, then a burst of fire lit up the dark as the first bullet shredded through the air. The shot echoed down the tunnel. One of the zombies jerked violently in the water, crimson blooming around it like ink.

Another shot. Another target dropped. Screeches echoed—wet, inhuman.

Muchen didn’t stop.

But then—

The bloated zombie dove.

It didn’t attack.

It vanished.

Silent. Swift.

It dipped under the water’s surface with practiced grace, vanishing into the tunnel’s abyss like a ghost.

Muchen lowered his gun, his chest heaving slightly. "That one..." he muttered. "It’s not like the others. It was watching. Waiting. Now it’s retreating."