Apocalypse Day One: Trapped Alone with Mom's Friend (3)
Thud thud thud thud!
"I know you're in there! Open the damn door! The blood... the blood won't stop..."
Instead of opening the door for the guy from 704, I decided on silence. If my guess was right, this oblivious neighbor pounding away would turn into a zombie any minute now.
Even if he doesn't turn, we can't afford to take on another injured person right now.
I pressed a finger to my lips in a shushing gesture toward Hye-yeon auntie. Just then, the knocking at the front door stopped. In its place came an unbelievable grotesque noise, like nothing that could come from a human.
Crunch! Grraaah! Grrruuugh!
Bones twisting, muscles tearing, ragged breaths as if the windpipe was ripping apart...
I gripped my weapon tighter, staring at the door. Hye-yeon auntie did the same beside me.
Then came intermittent thumps against the door, followed by sudden silence. But the tense quiet didn't last. A low animal growl and chattering teeth echoed from outside.
"Grraaah! Clack! Clack! Clack!"
"Eek..."
As expected, the transformed zombie neighbor made a chilling sound. Auntie shuddered, letting out an involuntary whimper.
Worried the (former) neighbor, (current) zombie might sense us, I quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.
Apart from the soft feel of her lips against my palm, she realized her mistake and went silent right away.
"..."
We held our breath for about twenty seconds, ignoring the zombie outside.
"Grrrk..."
Thud... thud...
It shuffled around the door for a while before heading down the stairs. Once even those footsteps faded completely, we both exhaled in relief.
"Phaaa..."
Auntie touched her lips, where my hand had been, and whispered softly.
"Minwoo, sorry. I was so startled I didn't realize... I won't let it happen again."
Apologizing for her little moan. As she did, her moist lips—still warm from my palm—and the alluring curve of her full breasts, pressed together by her arms, caught my eye...
My 'generosity' surged naturally, a soft smile spreading across my face.
Words just as gentle followed.
"No need to apologize, auntie. Anyone would do the same in this situation. Just don't repeat it next time, okay?"
Proof once more that big, juicy tits were the ultimate calming agent.
About ten hours had passed since the first zombie outbreak in Seoul.
The sun had dipped below the midday sky, darkness falling, and a lot had happened in that time. In chronological order:
First, a fire broke out in the restaurant on the first floor of the commercial building across from Kim Minwoo's apartment. Then zombie infections spread uncontrollably.
As the chase between zombies and humans intensified, roads grew slick with more and more bloodstains. In under ten minutes, no 'humans' were left on the streets.
Not just around his place—everywhere in Seoul, no, across the country. News and NewTube broadcasts spread the horror live nationwide.
Not just people on the streets getting attacked—zombies bursting into schools mid-class, devouring teachers and students.
When even on-site reporters and cameramen got taken out on air, viewers had no choice but to face reality.
The zombie apocalypse destroying their world.
As despair and fear gripped people's hearts, sharp roars of hope echoed through city centers.
Bang! Bang bang!
Gunfire that would normally spark panic now felt reassuring. The military and police had been rushed in to contain the chaos.
The shots grew closer, more intense. Survivors hiding nearby shared a common hope.
Maybe the military can wipe these monsters out? Guns and tanks should kill them, right? Then I can survive!
But that hope didn't last.
Bang!... Like a climax cut short, the gunfire and explosions peaked—then stopped abruptly after one final shot.
Brief silence, then zombie howls echoing between buildings.
Seoul had fallen. Survivors' 'every man for himself' began.
Nearly five hours since the last gunshot at dusk. I peered through the curtain gap at the gutted commercial building, just its frame left.
At least our apartment didn't catch fire. Otherwise, we'd have to go out there to avoid burning alive...
Crackle crackle.
Under dying embers and a few intact streetlights, hundreds of zombies gathered, drawn to the light. Their pitch-black, pupil-less eyes gleamed.
Crack! Thud!
A thick branch from the fully burned tree next to it snapped. It crashed onto a dust-covered SUV below with a heavy thump.
The intact car blared its alarm.
Weee-ooh! Wee-ooh! Wee-ooh!
The piercing alarm shattered the night. Zombies staring at the light whipped toward the SUV.
Kieeeek!! Groooaaar!!
They charged, howling wildly—unlike their earlier stillness.
The zombie horde surged like waves, slamming into the car. Their cries, metal thuds, and the alarm blended into chaos.
Comparing this to prior intel.
As expected... Just like online, they react to light and sound.
After the zombie neighbor retreated, I'd inventoried food with Hye-yeon auntie, then gathered info.
Luckily, the internet still worked. We scoured news, SNS—everything—and pieced this together:
1. Zombies overran cities nationwide, including Seoul. Only Busan, Jeju, and isolated islands safe.
2. Bitten or exposed to fluids: mutation in 1-2 minutes.
3. No external damage? Zombie physical abilities match or slightly exceed pre-infection.
4. Zombies highly sensitive to light and sound. (Likely tied to blackened eyes.)
Rumors too: Troops at the DMZ preparing southward push. Amputate bite fast to stop mutation.
Reviewing the intel again, my situation felt more objective.
Next, urgent issues.
Wonder how long electricity and water will last... Water cutoff would be disastrous.
Water's essential for survival. With zombies sweeping the nation, supply could end tomorrow.
Prepped drinking water and filled the tub, but two weeks max if cut off.
Meaning: Had to go out for 'farming.'
Oddly, not fear of zombies—but farming 'efficiency'—hit first.
Start with apartment interiors for lower efficiency. Going outside risks the whole horde.
Something had definitely changed in me. Nausea crept in again.
Then Hye-yeon auntie, dozing on the sofa beside me, saved me.
"Ugh..."
Her tiny groan from the left turned my head. Dim light revealed her: brows furrowed in uneasy sleep, beautiful face. Her body—curvaceous, unchanged amid the world's ruin. Plus the thick feminine scent from no shower all day...
My drifting thoughts snapped back.
Whether lusting after mom's friend was normal, I didn't know. But escaping that foul mood was relief enough.
As I watched her leaning on the sofa, the wall clock hit '00:00.' Apocalypse Day One ended.
Bzzz.
My phone, set aside on the sofa, vibrated. The screen lit up with a new app notification.
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