Knock, Knock – The 32nd Forbidden Act in the Apocalypse
"Master, Master."
I woke up to the sound of Jeong Da-jeong knocking on the door, like some déjà vu.
"Ugh."
My dick felt raw and sore. Probably from pounding away all night. And I was the one dishing it out—Dok Sa-yeon, the one taking it, was a total wreck.
Her hair was a tangled mess, her body covered in handprints. Her pussy was swollen bright red, crusted cum drying everywhere from her entrance to her thighs.
"Ugh... ughhh..."
Even in her dreams, she must've been reliving the reality of getting fucked all night by a villain, tossing and turning with pained whimpers.
Squeeze, squeeze.
"That feels nice..."
'Healing as expected.'
I gave her massive tits a casual grope before heading out of the gym office we'd been using as a bedroom.
"What's up? Zombies piling up?"
"No, it's not that. People have been gathering in front of the gym since earlier..."
Glance—
Bang, bang, bang.
—Hey, we know you're in there! Hey!
"...doing that."
"How long they been at it?"
"About 15 minutes."
"Are they idiots? Don't even know how to break down a door?"
Anyone with half a brain would bust in while I'm sleeping and smash my head first—or at least set the place on fire. What the hell do they want by calling me out?
I shook my head and grabbed my weapons before stepping outside.
About twenty people were clustered there. A few even clutched golf clubs like they were weapons.
"What the hell are those generators!"
"Hey! Because of you, monsters came swarming!"
"Do you have a brain or not!"
"Turn off those generators right now..."
"How are you gonna take responsibility for this!"
"You put us in danger, so compensate us properly!"
The moment I showed up, they spewed words like a dam breaking. So many yelling at once, I half-thought I'd committed some crime and this was an interrogation.
But since they kept repeating the same crap, I got the gist: generators attracted zombies, kept them up all night in danger—blah blah—but bottom line, they wanted food.
Clap, clap. Clap.
"Okay, okay, I get what you're yapping about. Everyone shut the fuck up!"
My shout finally quieted their buzzing down a bit.
The vice principal I'd seen before stepped forward, clearing his throat.
"Ahem, ahem. That display wasn't great, but we're just worried about the students and—"
"Shut it. Hey, which one of you knocked?"
"Well, we called but you wouldn't come out, so..."
"Who asked you? Was it you? That it?"
"H-Hey, kid, that's not the point right now—"
Thwack.
"Gah—!"
"Answer when someone's asking."
"Kyaaak!"
"Vice Principal!"
"Hey, you punk! What the hell do you think you're doing!"
Click.
Golf clubs swung up fast, but I tamped down the mega Cheongun inside me and pushed through the crowd.
"Someone had to do it. Just say who. What, you think I'm asking for the world?"
Gazes shifted to one spot—the asshole from yesterday who'd grabbed my arm, the Student Affairs Director.
"You?"
"Yeah, me. What're you gonna—" Clang. Thud.
"I said if you touch my stuff one more time, you're dead."
"Kyaaaaak!"
"Director!"
"Aigoo, Teacher Kim!"
"This fucker!"
Whoosh... click.
"...Gasp..."
I jammed the nail gun right in the face of the guy behind me swinging his club.
"What? Go on, swing. Isn't that why you brought it?"
"N-No, that's not—"
"Not? Then what? Here to play golf? Want me to find you a ball?"
Tap, tap.
Sizzle...
"Th-That, uh—"
Clang. Piss, piss, piss.
"Jeez, people these days."
He dropped the club and pissed himself. I sighed, easing my finger off the trigger.
"Hah... haah..."
Only then did he gasp for air, while the women sniffled over the Student Affairs Director's corpse.
I couldn't help lamenting as I clapped again to grab their attention.
"Alright, alright. Dead is dead. The living gotta live, right? So, baldy-dad, what were you gonna say?"
"...I wasn't gonna say anything..."
"Bullshit, you had something to say. Spit it out. Or you wanna join him?"
".Th-That..."
Gulp.
"The generators brought the monsters..."
"Nah, skip that. You had something else at the end. If it was just the generators, you'd smash 'em yourselves. Why call me? Right?"
"Y-Yes, yeah. Th-That... could you maybe help us out...?"
Click.
"Eek! Sh-Share some food...!"
"There we go. Finally sounds like a conversation. Teachers really are different, huh? Educated folk know how to talk. Right?"
"Y-Yes, that's right..."
"Normally I'd say fuck off with no scraps, but hey. Yesterday was like Christmas for me—I'm in a good mood."
I scanned their faces. Haggard and thin, but not starved skeletons. No signs they'd eaten each other or gone out farming much.
'Probably scraping by on cafeteria leftovers.'
Them showing up meant even that was gone. Perfect time to put 'em to work.
"Not giving it free, though. Pay for labor."
—Labor? What kind?
—What the hell's he saying?
—He's still gonna give it, right...
Unexpectedly agreeable, murmurs rose up.
"Uh, what... kind of work?"
"Farming outside, obviously."
—Outside?
—He means go out now?
—Into that monster-infested hell...?
"W-We, uh, we've never done that kinda thing. It's tough—maybe something else...?"
I snorted at their ridiculous reaction.
"Pfft, what'd you expect? Me teaching you college-level survival from scratch? Or beating zombies back into humans with love taps?"
They were deluded. They survived not 'cause they were skilled, but 'cause they were useless livestock.
I didn't hide my attitude one bit.
"Look, I'm being generous. Sign up now, get the Apocalypse Starter Pack—paid edition!"
I had Jeong Da-jeong bring out the weapons bag from the gym—not the fresh loot, but the junk from the hardware store we'd planned to ditch.
Thud. Shing.
"Check it out—total badass, right? This here's the knife I used to gut that hardware store clerk..."
But despite my efforts, they were hopeless to the end.
"What, no takers?"
Not one stepped up—hell, they avoided eye contact like they'd get drafted.
'Figured as much.'
Plan intact—relieved, or maybe just not surprised by the pathetic shits.
I gave 'em more time.
"Tch—can't force ya. Oh well."
'Let's see how long they hold out.'
I went back in, grabbed some leftover rice, sketchy preserved food, and water.
—That's it? All of it?
—Nah, can't be.
—Selfish prick—won't even cover their mouths...
"Huuuuh..."
Just enough to stave off death, and they grumbled.
"Oh?"
I glared, and the vice principal switched gears fast.
"Aigoo, aigoo. Thank you. Just this help is so grate—"
"What're you doing?"
I coldly cut off the principal reaching for the food.
"Huh? Y-You said you'd help us...?"
"Goldfish brain? When did I say help? Pay for work."
Whoosh.
I nodded at the Student Affairs Director's corpse, blood still clotting.
"Clear that and all bodies in the school by the time I get back."
"Pardon?"
"And the zombie piles at the gate too."
'This for today...'
Tomorrow, desks into barricades. Next day... Should get a reaction by then.
I dumped the food on the ground.
"Oh, if it's not enough, raid the gym for all you want."
"Really!?"
Click.
"Can't even set a proper funeral table for the dead. Might as well let the doomed eat their fill. Stuff yourselves and die—feed the zombies good."
Touch it and die—they winced again.
I headed back in, Jeong Da-jeong asking worriedly.
"Will it be okay, Master?"
"What?"
"What if they lock us out or burn the gym while we're gone...?"
"Then kill 'em when we get back."
They wouldn't have the balls anyway. At worst, sneak in and steal snacks. I'd be disappointed if they didn't.
I thought of the six or so stragglers apart from the teachers.
"Sheep need sheepdogs. Protagonist-level stuff's beneath me."
Not always, but damn convenient being isekai'd into a novel sometimes.
'Seen too many morons waste time on trash like this and achieve jack shit.'
I knew the author of 101 Things You Shouldn't Do in the Apocalypse inside out—didn't wanna.
"Just impose order, and they'll sort themselves."
"?"
She tilted her head, clueless.
"Eh, you'll see."
I looked away from the livestock hesitantly clearing corpses.
Enough livestock work. Time for slave duty.
"Ugh... ughh..."
I tugged Dok Sa-yeon's sunken nipple as she slept.
"How long you gonna sleep?"
Pop, plop.
"Hyaaak—!"
"Up. Time to clock in."
"Cl-Clock in?"
Got a doc. Time for the real deferred business.
"Where's the hospital you worked at?"
In apocalypse, a doctor's handy. A whole hospital? How fun would that be?