Crimson Dawn Over the Ruined City ~ Extreme Hunger and the Brutal Realization of Miserable Survival in an Abandoned Motel Suite
The night air that poured through the shattered glass of the hospital's main entrance was brutally cold and dry, slicing into Eunha's naked, porcelain-pale skin like a razor blade. Her slender shoulders trembled violently, buried deep in the stiff fur of the beast's nape. The crude bandages and leather-strap harness binding her thighs and back to the creature's intercostal muscles held firm, but every leap and landing of the hundred-kilogram black wolf sent overwhelming shockwaves that rattled her internal organs.
BOOM.CRACK. The beast's four paws shattered the asphalt as it tore through the heart of the city—an uninhabited hell on earth.
Eunha wasn't completely blind. More than half her optic nerves had died from the rare disease, so she couldn't make out sharp outlines or read text, but she could still distinguish degrees of light, blurred shapes, and extreme colors, as if peering through frosted glass. The world reflected in her cloudy silver pupils was literally a blood-drenched inferno. A grotesque, rust-red moon hung in the sky like something dipped in gore, while the silhouettes of high-rise buildings and shops whipping past on either side were all twisted and collapsed beyond recognition.
But what gnawed at her sanity far more viciously than her ruined vision were her hearing and sense of smell.
Bzzzzzzzz.Whiiiiiiish. From between the forest of buildings and within the pitch-black alleys, the horrifying ultrasound of tens of thousands of wings tearing through the air echoed endlessly. On the lightless asphalt, shadows the size of sedans writhed and crawled—shapes that even her blurred vision could register as massive clumps. The size of an adult's forearm, giant mantises. The jaw joints of mutated ants large enough to swallow a person whole clacked together with a grating friction.
Crunch. Rip. The sour, acidic stench of their secretions as they devoured the hundreds—thousands—of burst human corpses littering the streets vibrated on the city wind.
"Hic…! Haah, ahhh…."
Paralyzed by sheer terror, Eunha squeezed her eyes shut and clung desperately to the massive black wolf's body with both arms and legs as it carried her at breakneck speed. The scalding body heat and thick, masculine, feral pheromones radiating from the beast were the only shield she had in this hunting ground of monstrous insects.
The miserable reality of having to beg for her life while clinging to the body of the predator that had torn her apart and raped her. Yet the instinctive certainty that the moment she fell from this giant wolf's back, she would be impaled on those horrific insect legs and dissolved alive in digestive fluids turned her mind white with fear.
KWAAAAANG!CRRRRREAK.
The beast's relentless charge came to a halt in front of a massive commercial building. With one swing of its enormous forepaw, it smashed through the half-lowered thick steel shutter, bending the metal like taffy and opening a path into the darkness. It was the entrance to a large motel that had once stood proudly in the city center before the collapse.
Leaping through the lobby and up the stairs in a single bound, the beast rammed its jaw and shoulder into the firmly locked wooden door of the most spacious and secluded suite, shattering it completely.
CRASH! BANG!CRACK.
The door, hinges torn free, tumbled into the room, kicking up a cloud of fine white dust. The stale, musty air and scent of mold trapped inside rushed out in a wave. The beast strode into the center of the room and carefully severed the crude leather straps and bandage knots binding Eunha's waist and back with its sharp fangs.
Thud.Slither.
Once freed, Eunha's exhausted, fragile body slid from the beast's back and collapsed limply onto the soft carpeted floor.
"Ahh…."
The instant her naked skin touched the cold floor, Eunha curled into a ball and coughed violently. The beast glanced down at her sprawled form, then immediately began prowling every corner of the room, sniffing with hypersensitive precision.
Hrrrmph.Sniff. Sniff.
Under the bed, inside the bathroom, along the window cracks. The heavy thud of the giant wolf's paws filled the space. It was the predator's instinct, thoroughly checking for any other threatening creatures or insects that might be hiding. After roughly three minutes of searching, the beast returned to the foot of the bed, let out a low, heavy breath, and gave its tail a single wag.
Grrrrrr.
A declaration that this space was safe and had been completely claimed as its territory.
With the tension finally released, a horrific pain surged up from Eunha's stomach, twisting her guts like a vise.
Gurgle. Glorp.
From the moment the antigravity event erupted and the world ended until now, not a single drop of water had passed through her esophagus or stomach. The only thing filling her empty belly was the hundreds of milliliters of cloudy semen that had been brutally forced into her, crushing her organs and flooding the shredded membranes of her torn insides.
Hunger. The most primal and violent instinct any living thing required for survival slammed into Eunha's mind. Stomach acid scraped against her empty stomach lining, causing a burning sting. With trembling hands, she reached for the medical backpack that had fallen alongside her when she slid from the beast's back. Inside were the medicines she'd grabbed from the pharmacy, along with several cans and strips of jerky she'd blindly swept from the hospital gift shop.
Her fingertips brushed against the cold metal cylinder of a can. Spam. The moment she confirmed it was food, thick saliva mixed with the beast's repulsive pheromones flooded her mouth. She pulled the backpack onto her lap and fumbled across the surface with thin, shaking fingers, searching for the aluminum pull-tab on the lid.
But with her vision so severely damaged and her fingers numb from extreme exhaustion and chills, they refused to obey. She finally managed to wedge her index finger into the tab's groove and tried to pull with all her strength—
Riiip. Slip.
Her blood- and mucus-slicked finger slid uselessly off the tab. At the same moment, the can lid sprang up at the wrong angle, its razor-sharp edge slicing mercilessly across the joints of her index and middle fingers.
"Ahh! Hng…!"
Eunha let out a short scream and dropped the can. The sharp pain of flesh being deeply cut. Even through her blurred vision, she could clearly see the dark red liquid welling up from the white joints of her fingers.
Drip. Plop.
The wound must have been quite deep; hot droplets of blood began falling onto the carpet. In the stale, sealed air of the motel room, the fresh, metallic scent of human blood spread instantly.
That smell struck the giant wolf crouched in the corner like lightning.
Shhhk.
The beast's massive head snapped up. Its bloodshot red eyes locked precisely onto the bleeding tips of her fingers. Its four paws scraped the floor as it closed the distance in an instant, looming over her. A muzzle far larger than a grown woman's head cast its shadow across her hand.
Terrified that the beast, stimulated by the scent of her blood, might lose control and bite her entire arm off, Eunha squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.
"Hic…! D-don't come…."
But the beast did not go for her flesh. Instead, Taeo opened his savage jaws toward the aluminum can that had rolled across the floor.
CRUNCH!CRRRREAK!
The beast's bite force—strong enough to shatter the carapace of bullet-deflecting insects—crushed the thick aluminum can like paper and tore it open in one go.
Squelch. Splatter.
After violently chewing the can in its mouth and completely destroying the outer metal shell, the beast spat out only the contents onto Eunha's naked lap with a wet plop. What landed on her thigh were chunks of pork grotesquely marked with the beast's sharp tooth prints, thoroughly coated in foamy, cloudy saliva.
The smell of the beast's spit mixed with the salty processed meat assaulted her nose. This was not the clean, human way of using tools to neatly unwrap packaging. It was an utterly beastly, wild method of feeding—ripping the shell apart with raw power and teeth, then offering the contents directly. Taeo huffed lowly through his nose and nudged the meat chunks with his muzzle, pushing them closer to her abdomen. Eat.
Eunha's lips quivered. The processed meat was covered in sharp aluminum shavings that hadn't been filtered out, dust from the motel floor, and—worst of all—drenched in the repulsive saliva of the beast that had violated her. To the Eunha of before the apocalypse, it would have been filth fit only for the trash. But her starvation-maddened stomach easily trampled reason and began its desperate struggle for survival.
Without even thinking to wipe the blood still dripping from her cut hand, Eunha grabbed the saliva-soaked lump of meat with both hands and shoved it violently into her mouth.
Chomp. Slurp. Chew. Chew.
"Hngh… ugh, haaa…."
The sound of her miserable, tear-choked meal echoed through the room. The salty, oily taste of preserved meat. The metallic tang of aluminum fragments scraping her gums. And the sour, sticky texture of the beast's saliva that gently coated everything and helped it slide down her throat. With tears and snot covering her face, Eunha gagged and retched even as she desperately chewed and swallowed the meat the beast had chewed and spat out for her.
I am no longer human. A pathetic livestock that can't even handle tools herself, forced to scavenge saliva-covered scraps that this monster peels and spits from its mouth just to stay alive.
When Eunha finally swallowed the last piece of meat, gasping harshly as she curled up on the floor, the beast approached again.
Hrrrmph. Sniff.
Taeo drew close to her face, pressed her bloodied right hand down with one massive forepaw to hold it still, then extended his long, wet tongue and licked across the deep gash on her finger joints where the can lid had sliced the flesh open.
Slurp!Lick. Riiip.
"Ahh! It stings…! Hng!"
The moment the beast's rough tongue barbs made contact with the wound, a sharp burning pain like disinfectant being poured on it tore through her fingertips. But Eunha couldn't pull her hand away. The beast's heavy paw pinned her wrist down, and with every lick, an enormous amount of saliva gushed from its mouth, seeping thickly into the open flesh.
Slurp. Squish.
Twice. Three times. Each time the beast's tongue persistently licked over the wound, Eunha's cloudy silver pupils widened in shock. The terrible pain of the cut began to fade like a lie, replaced by a strange numbness and a hot, spreading warmth. And even in her blind, blurred vision, a bizarre biological change was happening so clearly she could distinguish it.
The cross-sections of her index and middle fingers, which had been gaping open and spurting blood. The torn muscle tissue and capillaries greedily absorbed the extreme regenerative factors contained in the beast's saliva like a sponge, contracting and knitting together at a visible speed. The blood instantly coagulated like jelly to staunch the flow, and the torn skin forcibly sealed itself, forming hard scabs.
"This… this can't be real…."
Eunha whispered in a trembling voice. She had already thought it a miracle that the third-degree lacerations on her lower body had healed in half a day. But witnessing the nerves and blood vessels moving and reconnecting right before her eyes was an overwhelming shock that completely discarded every tenet of modern medicine.
Even the beast seemed fascinated by the immediate healing its own saliva had produced. It let out a low Grrrr? and gently nudged her now-healed fingers with its nose. Eunha carefully flexed the scabbed fingers. The pain was gone. The joints moved normally.
Outside the window, the wingbeats and horrific tearing sounds of the giant insects still ripped through the night air. The moment she stepped beyond that door, a human would last less than a second before being reduced to a chunk of meat.
Eunha slowly turned her head toward the massive, pitch-black lump crouched before her—Taeo. The savage rapist who had violated her and shattered her insides. But at the same time, the invincible warrior who smashed through thick steel doors like paper and devoured insects whole. The miraculous healer who chewed food and spat it out for a blind female who couldn't use her hands, and who could seal torn wounds with a single lick of saliva.
Humanity was already doomed. Family, society, dignity—everything had vanished into ruin. If she wanted to breathe even one more day without being dissolved in digestive fluid and shat out by those monsters, there was only one path.
She had to become the perfect possession of this giant predator. She would have to accept his cock, become addicted to his fluids, and be tamed in the ways of the beast.
Eunha reached out with a hand covered in blood and saliva and slowly stroked the beast's massive muzzle. The beast closed its eyes in satisfaction and rubbed its cheek against her palm. It was the final declaration of corruption—the moment the sightless female fully accepted her fate and willingly placed the grotesque, cruel chain of symbiosis with a monstrous being around her own neck.