Urine Bait and the Road to Hwayang Market
The sun had dipped well past its peak by 4 p.m., casting long shadows from the towering buildings. The zombies clustered tightly in the sunlit patches, basking like they were on some group tanning trip. It reminded me of that gallery post speculating they had photosynthesis abilities based on their phototaxis. Not so ridiculous when I recalled the spry old zombie we'd run into at the start of our journey.
"At least they're all bunched up in one spot, right? That's good."
"Dude, you see how many there are? And you're calling that good?"
"The road's clear at least... Can't we just ram 'em with the car?"
I'd kidnapped her thinking her innocent looks were a bonus, but damn, her brain was pure sunshine too. Like Na-young said, flooring it might get us there. Get us there, sure. But afterward? We'd be swarmed by that horde. Not like the three stragglers earlier—this was a whole different beast. How to avoid getting boxed in? I needed a plan.
Luckily, I had one in mind. It was a gamble, though...
"You get out first."
I tapped the car, and Na-young cautiously stepped out. Zombies reacted to sound, light, and smell. Gallery intel, but it had held up so far. Destination was just 1.4 km away—straight shot, one left turn at the end. Big avenue to narrow market alley. Shake the pursuers on the main drag, and we'd lose 'em.
I needed something to grab their attention. Sound, light, smell.
Sound: alarm clocks. Light: no match for the sun anyway. Smell: what was the strongest lure? Something zombie-catnip level.
Na-young, out of the car, rolled her eyes nervously, watching me. Scared I'd bail.
"Take off your clothes."
"Huh?... Uh... okay."
She mumbled reluctantly, biting her lip like she was steeling herself. I stopped her hands from stripping off her protective gear.
"Just the bottoms. What, you gonna strip naked?"
"...Got it. I mean... yeah, I'll do it."
She arched her hips, hooking fingers into her pants and peeling down. The tight jeans clung like a second skin—tough to budge. She grunted and strained, but they stuck at her hips, barely exposing a hint of ass.
"Nngh...! Ah!!! There. Whew..."
Finally, they slid off, revealing tiny white cotton panties. Took forever to get 'em to her thighs. Leaving her to it would've wasted minutes. I opened the back door, shoved her in, grabbed the pants, and yanked 'em off in one go. Rough, but effective. Pants inside out in my hand like shed skin.
"Jeez, how'd you even get these on?"
"...They're tight!"
"Who said anything?"
Slim and toned, but she fretted over her weight anyway. Back to business: smell. Animals in heat track mates by piss scent. Zombies "breed" by biting humans, sorta. Urine's pungent—perfect bait. Soak two towels, one from each of us, for lure rags.
Grabbed a towel from the trunk. Na-young stripped her panties in the back seat, ass up, face down. Plump apple hips marked from the tight jeans along the panty lines. Hands spreading her pussy wide, exposing pink innards.
Tempting, but... she thought I'd fuck her right here, right now?
"You stupid bitch!!!"
"Hnn... hnn... Sorry... I'll pee on my pussy too..."
Her hole clenched at the curse. Out in the open, doing this... Was I the normal one back home? One cums from clowning and abuse, another from beatings. So-hyun... whatever. Don't think weird shit about the kid.
Shook my head to clear it.
"Hey."
"...Yeah?"
Play dumb and rail her? This girl who'd bantered casually all day, now polite and ass-out—it fogged my judgment. Lust surged every twitch of that exposed flesh.
"Hnn... Oppa... n-no zombies, right? Promise?"
Hold it together... Family reunion or not, this ends soon. Bitten mid-fuck? No comedy gold like that.
Na-young still clueless, rubbing her clit.
"Dumbass, I didn't say strip to fuck you. Stop."
Slapped her quivering ass hard. Smack! Crisp sound of cheek meeting palm.
That instant—zombie screech.
Kieeeek!!!!
Thought we'd cleared the road? Where? Slammed the door, scanned—no charging zombies. Invisible threat amped the tension. Left? Right? Focused on the next screech.
Kieeeek!!!
Turned toward it... A zombie strapped in with a seatbelt, thrashing in the car.
"...Fuckin' hell, false alarm."
Strolled over, speared its skull through the window, casual. Back to the car—Na-young, pouty face.
"Oppa..."
Hands covering her crotch. Bright yellow puddle soaking the seat.
My car pissed on. Again.
*
Wiped the piss with the towel, added mine for a ripe stench bomb. Tied it to two alarm clocks: zombie lure noisemaker. 4:20 p.m. Alarms at 4:25.
If zombies ignore it and chase the car? Head home. Worst case: swarmed.
Why gamble? Ego? Some dumbass code to keep my word? Knew it didn't suit me, but couldn't back out. Playing with this bitch turned me retarded too.
Final warning before go.
"Listen up. No screaming, got it?"
"Yeah...!!!"
Her face still flushed with shame—rosy cheeks like blush, cute but untrustworthy. Eyes burned with resolve, but track record? Zero. Everything she did was a headache, yet not hateable. The looks?
"Here we go."
"...Yeah!"
Gunned it with grim resolve. Zombies perked at engine roar, charging en masse.
Kieeeeeek!! Kieeek!!! Kraaak!!!
Windows down, shrieks stabbed my ears.
"These fuckers got unique voices, huh?"
Kiyayayak!!!
Tires screeched on turns. Blasted the straightaway—alarms blared right on cue.
Dingalingaling!!!! Dingalingaling!!!!
Hurled 'em out mid-roar.
"Please work!"
Sharp left, killed the engine at the target. If trailing zombies blow past the clocks chasing us—run.
Hwayang Market entrance: zombie-free. Someone cleared it? Two rushed us. Better fight on foot than hunker.
Out cautiously, speared the first's face. No time to yank—second closed in. Then...!!
Impaled the second through the first's skull. Head slid down the spear to my hand.
Zombie kebab!
Watched the road five minutes. No pursuit.
We'd arrived.
*
Dragged huddled Na-young, clinging to my arm, toward the market. Just 300m from the clock drop. Safer walking than risking the engine.
Entrance barricaded by sideways truck. Junk crammed between—solid defense.
"...Survivors for sure."
Market barricade, but maybe not merchants'. Stay sharp. Nocked an arrow, peered over.
No zombies on the street. Clean sweep. Second barricade deeper in—backup line.
"Lucky..."
Na-young teared up like it was over.
"Not yet! Snap out of it. Remember what I said?"
"Bad guys might be here...?"
"Stay tense."
Right then—a human voice.
Scanned for it. Low whisper, but clear:
"Here... here."