Apocalypse Day One: Trapped Alone with Mom's Friend (2)
The zombie apocalypse I'd only ever seen in movies and comics. My mind went blank at the realization that it was happening for real, but only for a moment. A sharp tingle sparked in my head, and my frozen brain roared back to life. My rationality snapped into focus, rapidly assessing the situation and prioritizing what needed to be done first and foremost.
'Secure the entrances first... then gather supplies and intel... and...'
Right then, a piercing shriek cut through the air from beyond the window, which was usually dead quiet.
"Kiyaaaaak!!"
It was a scream on a whole other level from a woman spotting a cockroach—pure nightmare fuel. My body moved on instinct, pulling me to the window. My gaze dropped downward, catching sight of a plump housewife and the security guard uncle. Her bag lay spilled on the ground, while the guard—his eye and cheek completely torn away—staggered toward her.
"Th-that thing..."
Frozen in terror, the housewife didn't turn and run. She just took tiny steps backward. Meanwhile, the guard drooled some unidentified yellow slime from his mouth, closing the distance in a flash. Before long, they were within two meters, and the guard—now utterly unrecognizable—crouched low. With a grotesque sound, he launched himself at her.
"Krraaagh!"
"Guhh... krrrk... glurk!"
The guard's teeth sank into her throat. Instead of her short scream, a gurgling choke drowned in her own blood echoed through the apartment complex. With every jerk of the guard's head, her body convulsed wildly in my view...
And in that moment, an eerie chill washed over me—not goosebumps of fear, but something far stranger. Staring at the housewife being mauled, I felt no horror, no disgust, no pity. Instead, I meticulously observed the guard, lost in ripping flesh, and the woman's body transforming before my eyes. This sense that something essential was missing inside me started to creep me out.
That's when a warm, soft sensation pressed against my right forearm.
Squish♡
"Minwoo-ya, wh-what the hell is that...?"
Auntie Hye-yeon's trembling voice made me turn right. Her face was pale with fear, and her voluptuous breasts enveloped my arm. The firm, bouncy flesh yielded under the pressure of my defined muscles. The next instant, her tits—squeezed like water balloons by my fingers—spilled out to either side, filling my vision completely. The unease I'd felt vanished without a trace.
Ridiculously, getting turned on by Auntie Hye-yeon's breasts had wiped away the discomfort. My brain spun back into high gear, stressing that we couldn't waste a second.
Whoosh!
"Auntie, snap out of it! I'll explain later—just help me for now."
"Uh... yeah, okay, Minwoo-ya."
I started by drawing the curtains, then grabbed her arms and put her to work on the mental checklist I'd prepared.
"Auntie, fill every bottle in the house from the water purifier first."
"O-okay."
She still looked dazed, but she nodded and carried out my requests one by one. In the meantime, I muted the TV to cut the noise, headed to the front door to lock the safety chain, and yanked out all the door lock batteries. Going further, I dragged out boxes of heavy stuff like dumbbells and stacked them chest-high in front of the door, forming a makeshift barricade. Even if the door gave way, it'd buy us some time.
A fleeting sense of security washed over me, but it didn't last. I scoured the house for anything usable as weapons or armor. After about ten minutes ransacking every corner, Auntie Hye-yeon finished filling all the bottles and tumblers with water. I laid out my hasty haul on the living room floor.
Three kitchen knives. One wooden stick (1m). One hammer. One aluminum bat. One bike helmet. Fifteen magazines. And two rolls of duct tape.
'Good thing Mom's into woodworking and we have that stick... but a few more would've been nice.'
Pushing aside my regret over the short reach of the knives and lack of sticks, I got straight to crafting weapons and gear from what I had.
Riiip... riiip... stick-stick.
Ignoring the occasional screams from outside, I wrapped duct tape furiously. In about five minutes, I had a knife spear and two pairs of magazine bracers. I was about to make shin guards when something hit me—I'd forgotten something crucial.
'Shit, what was it...? Oh! Mom!'
I yanked my phone from my pocket. The screen showed 16 missed calls from Mom.
...
After a close call that nearly made me look like a total asshole, I confirmed Mom was safe. She said Jeju Island was still secure, so I told her to stock essentials and stay inside. We ended the call after agreeing to check in every morning and evening at 9.
Grrraaaawwwk!! Thud! Crunch...
Even during the call, the screams outside grew louder, mixed with horrific impacts and tearing sounds. Auntie Hye-yeon's face darkened beside me each time, so I finally gave her the rundown I'd been holding off on.
"Auntie. You know what 'zombies' are, right?"
"Yeah... the corpses that bite people and infect them...? So what happened on the first floor—that was real?"
"Yeah. And it looks like zombies have broken out all over Korea."
"Gasp!"
She let out a strangled sound, her face twisting in shock at my words. But it passed quickly. Her expression hardened, a spark of survival instinct igniting in her eyes.
"I've never imagined what to do in a situation like this. So, Minwoo-ya... Auntie will do whatever you say."
"Auntie..."
Her pledge to follow my lead made my gaze instinctively drift to her plump breasts. No, you idiot! Getting caught ogling tits right now would be a total disaster.
I barely restrained myself with superhuman willpower—until her next move ruined it.
Grab!
Sloosh♡
"I'm serious, Minwoo-ya. I haven't even gotten married yet—I can't die pointlessly like this."
Without warning, she seized my hand, declaring she couldn't die before tying the knot. It sounded kinda funny, but the heavy jiggle of her voluptuous breasts in the process...
I lost the battle. My eyes slid to the edge of my vision, locking onto her tits. Thin yoga pants hugged the firm, bouncy flesh, with sweat beading at the top of her cleavage. Pale, creamy breasts that screamed soft and springy just looking at them. And those glistening sweat drops amplifying the eroticism.
The zombies faded from my mind in that dizzying sight. Reality—that the world was ending—grew hazy. In its place, my male instincts surged stronger.
Gulp.
What would it feel like to bury my face in that cleavage?
I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth as desire for those tits overwhelmed me. Something between my legs stirred to life—
BOOM!!
A dull thud echoed from beyond the box wall at the front door. We both whipped our heads toward it without a word.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pounding continued. We grabbed the bat and knife spear, creeping toward the barricade. As we moved from the living room to the entrance, a raspy man's voice squeezed through the door.
"You guys in 703? Open up! Ugh... My wife came home, went nuts, and bit me outta nowhere! I locked her inside, but I barely escaped with nothing. Call 119!"
The rambling voice belonged to the 704 uncle across the hall. The fifties baldy who'd married a twenty-something thanks to owning the building. Who the neighbor fucked wasn't my business, but his behavior since we met was a huge problem.
Whether from age or his landlord status, he'd always barked casual orders at me and Mom like we were beneath him, acting like an arrogant prick.
In this zombie apocalypse, even opening for friendly folks was iffy. For this shitty neighbor? Less than 10% chance.
And bitten by his possibly zombified wife? He's done for.
The odds of opening that door plummeted to zero.