1000 Days Until the Apocalypse, Training My Sister First
D-Day 998 ~ 996
If I had to assume every single one of these things was true, the future would have been pitch black.
Zombies, of all things.
It was a regular creature in movies, novels, and comics, but if it became reality, things would be completely different.
It seemed hilarious from beyond the screen.
Slow, stupid, groaning as it chased people.
But once it actually appeared right in front of me, it was no longer something I could just brush off.
Even a non-pain-sensitive person would be terrified if they ran at me like they wanted to kill, yet zombies barely died no matter what happened.
Even if they were hit or scratched, they got infected too.
Touching them meant the end.
……
Hmm.
Still, let me think positively.
From a scientific standpoint, zombies were already impossible creatures to begin with.
Corpses decomposed.
Muscles rotted, nerves broke down, joints stiffened.
They were supposed to disappear someday anyway.
Even if it was some virus or whatever that infected people, the transmission routes would be limited.
Getting beaten, blood splattering, body fluids touching, that kind of thing.
If I held out just during the early stages, there might still be a way to clean it up.
Most modern people had some college education, and with no idea what was coming, they’d barricade in buildings and hunker down somehow.
Plus, how long could rotting corpses last in front of modern weapons?
Guns, armored vehicles, the military, bombs—there were way too many things that could wipe them out.
Even if they were zombies, if I pushed them hard enough, they’d just be chunks of meat in the end.
……
I was speechless for a moment.
Airborne transmission.
At least half.
They don’t decompose.
Only brains or hearts can stop them.
Weapons only work if there are people around, and with half the population gone, there was no solution.
Still, some hope remained.
Movement.
Most zombies were slow.
They shuffled along, arms outstretched, chasing whatever was in front of them.
Those kinds could probably hold out just by locking doors and climbing high.
Running zombies had started appearing lately, but there was no need to worry about the worst case yet.
……
Crap.
This is bullshit.
My head hurt.
–
D-Day 997.
One day had passed again.
Even though 1000 was a big number, when it dropped to three digits, it felt painfully small.
Still, I had to go to work at the convenience store today.
The world hadn’t ended yet.
……
Good work.
You too.
The part-timer who finished early said hello and left.
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Name: Kim Yena
Age: 20
Height: 158.0cm
Three Sizes: 88(B) - 78 - 90
Appearance: 48/100
Body Stats: 1/10
Sex Count: 12 [History Confirmed]
Training Status: 0/5
Skills: None
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The conditions for training this woman have not been met.
Intravaginal ejaculation required.
Pretty average and chubby girl.
She finished five minutes early.
……
Sigh.
Only a sigh came out.
That part-timer.
Was she just playing or actually working?
She was sloppy enough to be obvious.
Checking the register and cigarettes was fine.
The problem was the tables and trash weren’t cleared.
Some items were still empty.
I was irritated but couldn’t say anything directly.
I had tried complaining to the manager before, but nothing happened.
There were already several people who had quit, so the manager was lenient.
I was the only one who got stressed.
What angered me even more was that she quietly took advantage of it.
And I knew it too.
……
Those kinds of girls still have sex.
Her face with heavy makeup was neither ugly nor ordinary.
Her figure was hard to call good, but at least there were some curves.
From my perspective, she wasn’t particularly attractive.
Yet she had already had sex twelve times, unlike me, a virgin.
It was sad and suffocating at the same time.
……
She was indeed hopeless.
I was twenty-three.
Even though I had lived through two full decades, I didn’t have a single girlfriend or even female friends.
No matter how much I complained about my looks or temper, I was still worse than them.
168cm tall.
Not fat, but a bit plump.
I thought I had a decent face, but no one had ever praised my appearance.
Objectively, maybe I was ugly.
At least no one ever called me disgusting, so I lived with that as my comfort.
Because of that, I didn’t care about makeup and might not even have used lotion.
I cut my hair when it got long enough to poke my eyes.
And that was it.
Even though I was introverted, I barely had friends of the same gender.
Even that stopped after I came back from the army.
Now there was no one I could call a friend.
If I asked if such a life was satisfying, no.
Of course not.
But since I hadn’t tried to change anything myself, I just lived like that.
So I figured I was getting what I deserved.
Intravaginal ejaculation, huh?
No matter how I looked at it, it was crazy.
There was birth control, so it wasn’t completely impossible, but coldly speaking, I hadn’t even faced a woman properly yet.
If the world really was ending, according to that mysterious message, I might have to create slaves and form an army.
I’d save food or whatever, but I didn’t think that alone would be enough to survive.
Slaves, training, whatever.
There were no women around to begin with.
When was the last time I had a real conversation with a girl?
It was over.
The bar was too high for a virgin.
Running was a start, but I couldn’t even cross the line.
This sucks.
……
Here we come.
*
– D-Day 996.
The date had changed, but I was still at work.
My shift was night shift, after all.
Night shifts weren’t as crowded as day ones, but logistics came in twice.
And surprisingly, a steady stream of customers still came in one by one.
There were fewer breaks than before.
Women came in a lot more often, so time passed quickly.
Because there were many motels and red-light districts nearby.
Previously I only suspected, but now that I could see others’ status windows, I knew it was true.
Of course, some women were different too.
But there were far more like that.
Looking at the history next to the sex count, it was surprisingly detailed.
For example, a woman who had sex with someone just ten minutes ago.
Or a woman who had sex with over a hundred people.
Even one who first had sex at an early age.
Surprising.
I felt a sense of self-loathing at why I couldn’t do it, but what was the point of complaining?
Reality was cruel, and I had to live in it.
Sir Seojin, good work.
You too.
No problems?
No problems.
See you tomorrow… Oh, tomorrow’s a weekend, right?
Sir Seojin, rest well.
You too.
I nodded while listening to the manager’s words and packed my clothes before leaving the convenience store.
……
The manager was a man, so he couldn’t see status windows, but he looked like he’d had a lot of experience.
Heard he had several buildings or something.
Whether I believed it or not, he seemed relaxed, and his car looked nice, so his credibility was high.
He said he was in his thirties, but he looked young enough to be in his early twenties and handsome.
Probably the type who charmed alpha males and women.
It made me depressed.
……
Sigh.
Only a sigh came out.
*
My house was close to the convenience store.
It took less than ten minutes to walk home after work.
A slightly shabby villa.
A four-story building without an elevator.
I climbed the stairs to the fourth floor.
The stairwell landing still had the smell of damp dust from the night air.
The door on the right side of the stairs.
When I touched the door lock, a blue light came on.
As usual, I entered the code.
Click, click, click, click.
Clunk.
Squeak.
As soon as I opened the door, the familiar smell of an old room rushed in.
A cramped one-room studio.
I took off my shoes and stepped inside, and the familiar voice greeted me.
Yo, you’re back…?
The voice sounded like it was crawling along.
No energy.
Right after work, my body was already sluggish, and hearing that voice made it feel even heavier.
Yeah.
A girl was sitting in the corner of the room.
Her long brown hair was roughly tied up, and her round body was half hidden in an oversized T-shirt.
Her glasses reflected the phone light, so her eyes were invisible.
An utterly gloomy expression.
Food?
I glanced toward the table.
There was food, but only one plate.
I ate earlier.
What?
……
Ramen.
She was just sitting in front of the computer again.
……
She avoided my gaze, lowered her head a little, and rubbed the phone screen meaninglessly with her fingers.
I didn’t feel like arguing.
It was obvious anyway.
She sat in front of the computer all day, cooked ramen when she got hungry, got tired, and then sat in the corner staring at her phone.
Same as yesterday, the day before, probably tomorrow too.
You’re not eating…?
As I passed by silently, she asked belatedly.
Not hungry.
I want to shower first.
Ah…
The conversation ended there.
I went to the balcony and took off my jacket.
The convenience store scent left my skin.
A sticky feeling from sweat or dust remained on my back.
I tossed my T-shirt and pants into the laundry basket.
By the way.
Yeah…?
When I went out today, I saw the shampoo was empty.
I’ll buy some.
Okay.
I crossed the room in my panties, but I didn’t really mind.
More precisely, I didn’t mind.
She was used to it too, so no special reaction.
I went into the bathroom.
Glug glug glug.
Since I didn’t close the door properly, water probably leaked out to the outside.
What could I do?
……
Huu.
My shift was almost over, so I had been holding it for a while.
Even though there was a girl right next door, I peed without any hesitation.
I had never really thought of her that way.
She was more like an old roommate than a woman.
It wasn’t like that from the beginning.
At first, I was a bit cautious too.
But after living in the same room for so long, you see all kinds of things.
You see things you don’t even want to see from each other over and over.
Then embarrassment and irritation come.
If I had to say, she had long hair.
It was easier to think that way.
Of course.
She was my older sister.
She was my real older sister.