Acting Like a Brutal Rapist (Tentative) - 2
"Damn it, another bust today!"
The supplies respawning at the Convenience Store weren't exactly abundant. And for someone like Han Seohee, leading a group of eight, it was even worse.
Damn...
The delinquent girl with long blonde hair slung her nail bat over her shoulder, biting her lip hard as cold sweat trickled down her face.
It's been three days since we last found food...
Humans lose their strength after just two days without eating. And in a world crawling with zombies, weakness meant sitting quietly and waiting for death—no different from that.
I thought finding this convenience store would turn things around!
The plan had been perfect. She and her followers were decent hunters. Sure, they'd fled their old organization after some conflicts, but she figured they weren't the type to starve on the streets. Even if their destination was Yiseon-si, treated like half a demon's lair.
As expected, the monsters were no match for them. They dodged the truly massive threats by hiding, and ganged up on regular Elite Monsters to beat them down.
But they couldn't endure the supply shortage.
We even have scavengers... but still...!
She knew it. To stably run a group this size, you had to produce food somehow—whether you liked it or not. Otherwise, you'd hop between multiple Supply Points to patch up shortages.
Their group could do neither.
"If we go back empty-handed again today..."
"Shut up, fuck. We've got those snacks we saved for a rainy day, right? We can eat those."
Just nitrogen-packed mouthwash snacks. Pathetic for eight people. But those potato chips were their last shred of hope.
And that hope shattered.
"Hey, you lot! What the hell are you stealing and eating, you bastards!"
A man and a woman were inside the convenience store, munching away. Only one food item remained.
It was obvious what they'd eaten.
"B-Boss. You sure about this? That guy's a man..."
They knew how terrifying men could be. Touch the wrong one, and you're dead. Men leveled up faster than any woman, and most were arrogant brutes. Even if women begged for mercy, they'd rape them mercilessly and dump them in the street for zombies to devour.
That's what men were. You couldn't let them spot you. And if they did, never owe them a debt or harm them.
If you were confident in your looks, becoming a Sex Slave was a survival strategy. But they were too rough even for that. At best, they'd use them to sate conquest lust for a day, then toss them to the zombies as bait.
They had to run. The remaining supplies weren't worth it—abandon the point and retreat.
"Fuck, why are you pussying out?"
But Han Seohee was too impulsive for rational choices.
"Fuck... there's no way a man's here, right? Especially with just one woman?"
It was a fair point. Men were insanely strong, but rare as hell. Tons of sex-crazed women would sacrifice everything to be a man's doormat. They lived cushy lives in the safest spots, their power aside.
This city was monster-infested. No one but outcasts like her would come here.
"That's no real man. Probably some bitch who hit the gym or jacked hormones from a pharmacy."
It happened often. Women had urges, but men were too few to satisfy them. Some faked male looks and muscles, even if they couldn't make the real equipment.
After a brief argument, Han Seohee led her group inside.
"You, fuck... what were you doing in here?"
She chewed the last gum. If the guy inside was a real man, it'd be a fight for their lives. To her starving self, even the sugar from the gum was precious.
"Sorry. Didn't know it belonged to someone."
He admitted his fault readily.
"Y-Yeah! We never heard about any group claiming this area!"
"Fuck..."
Bigger groups broadcasted on radio: This is our turf. Or stationed guards at Supply Points.
But in this backwater, no one had the luxury to think of 'others.' Like a castaway fearing beasts but not thieves.
They couldn't afford guards. The city was deadly even in a full group. Zombies still spawned at Supply Points. Splitting forces weakened the main group, and guards might not survive zombie swarms.
"Quit yapping. You two... as apology, leave an arm each."
"What?"
"We gotta eat something!"
Eating people wasn't smart. Unhygienic, risky, taboo. Even in a zombie apocalypse, knowing others saw you as 'food' not even 'tool' bred wariness.
Han Seohee had killed before, but never eaten human flesh.
Fuck, if we don't do this, we'll really starve to death...
It stemmed from terror: without fire or food, she'd kill her own followers. And second, seeing him sparked unease.
Fuck, a real man? If we don't kill him now, we're fucked later.
Rule: repay men's favors with your body, at minimum. Men made that rule.
In a brawl like this, he'd level up and hunt her down anytime.
Couldn't tell from outside...
He was a real man. Han Seohee had rarely seen one, but she wasn't dumb enough to miss the difference. She got called manly and carefree among women, but real male muscle and looks felt worlds apart.
Arms aren't enough. Should I just kill him—
But his low posture suggested he wasn't stronger. This was her last chance: cripple or kill.
"Calm down. We've got plenty of supplies. Follow us, we'll share some. There's another Supply Point nearby—"
"Fuck, you got a group too, huh? Think we'll follow like idiots?"
A man roaming the city with one woman, caught by her? Unrealistic.
Doesn't seem high-level yet.
If he were, no time for talk—he'd snap her follower's arm and leg, make her crawl like a bug.
Not young either—must've grown cozy in some organization!
Following him was suicide. End it now, somehow.
"Sorry for real... but no arms."
"You steal our last food and just walk?"
"Didn't know it was that important or owned. Said we'd repay with other food."
"Bullshit, you think we'll let it slide! Die!"
She gripped her bat, swinging at his head.
Please...!
She activated every skill.
Berserk
For 30 seconds, lose rationality and attack the enemy. Strength and Agility increase.
Powerful Batting
When wielding a blunt weapon, damage on hit increases.
Pain Relief
Even if attacked, no fatal wounds. Until battle ends, pain won't stiffen or slow your body.
One shot to kill. Fail, and she dies.
"RAAAAAAGH!!!"
"Hey, calm down!"
The last thing she saw: him barely catching her bat.
Then rationality snapped.
"...Huh?"
Heavy. Can't move. Arms, legs, waist—all pinned to the convenience store floor.
"Back to your senses now?"
A voice from above. Him.
"Th...is!"
Overwhelming power. He had her completely pinned.
We're... fucked?
Han Seohee trembled in terror.