Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Rotten Rope
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Sua might wake up, so I carefully sat down on the sofa.
Pale cigarette smoke slowly rose toward the ceiling.
The acrid smoke filling my lungs deep and then exhaling seemed to organize the tangled mess in my head, even if just a little.
My gaze lingered on Sua, curled up asleep in the corner of the sofa like a shrimp.
Her oblivious sleeping face looked just like an angel's.
Even after all that chaos yesterday, seeing her sleep so peacefully by my side made me chuckle wryly.
Yeah, I'll protect you.
But that one was a problem.
I Ye-jin.
Her body was definitely top-notch. Even a bit loose, it was optimized for pleasure to the point where calling it a divine vessel wouldn't be out of place.
But that was it.
She was a rotten rope.
The bitch who tried to stab me in the back. Once a betrayer, who says she won't do it twice?
Right now, she was spreading her legs and moaning for her life, but the moment she got an opening, she'd be a time bomb ready to plunge a knife into my throat.
Besides, I still had plenty of cards left.
I'd sent out ten invitations total.
Sua was number one, Ye-jin number two. The remaining eight hadn't responded yet or were on their way.
They might have died en route or met with some accident.
"No need to take on unnecessary risks."
I stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
The decision was made.
I stood up and headed to the food storage room next to the kitchen.
This was the space I'd put the most effort into when designing and building this bunker myself.
Thousands of cans, dried rations, and water stacked high.
I rummaged through the boxes in the corner, the ones long past expiration and marked for disposal.
A few faded cans of ham, hardtack with torn and damp packaging, and dried fruit lightly dusted with mold.
I shoved them roughly into a small backpack.
"Gotta make sure you don't go hungry on the way."
A sinister smile tugged at my lips.
Back in the room, I opened the drawer by the bed.
The heavy feel of metal. An automatic pistol.
I checked the magazine and racked the slide to chamber a round.
Click.
The cold metallic sound reignited my killer instincts.
Preparations complete.
I descended back underground.
The air grew heavier with each step down the stairs.
Opening the storeroom door, Ye-jin—who'd been locked in the iron cage—bolted upright.
Her eyes shone with expectation.
She must have thought I'd accept her after she'd taken my cock and swallowed my load just a bit ago.
"O-Oppa... you came?"
She straightened her clothes and greeted me in a cutesy voice.
Without a word, I unlocked the cage door and tossed the backpack at her feet.
"Take it."
"Y-Yes...? What's... this?"
"Food. Enough to last a few days."
Ye-jin's face went blank. She blinked, unable to process.
"Huh...? Food? B-But you're letting me stay here, right?"
"Who said that? When did I?"
"B-But... earlier... we did it together. I made you feel good...!"
"That was just the price for not killing you on the spot. I never promised to take you in."
My icy reply turned her face ashen.
"No... I don't want to! I'll die out there! It's crawling with zombies!"
"You'll die here too. By my hand."
I drew the pistol from my waistband and aimed it at her forehead.
"Kyaaak!"
Ye-jin screamed and collapsed to her knees.
"Choose. Get a hole in your head and turn into a corpse right here, or grab that bag and test your luck outside."
"Sob... hngg... That's too much... You're so cruel..."
"Three seconds. One."
"Oppa, please... I'll be really good... I'll eat just a little food... I'll do sex whenever you want...!"
"Two."
Click.
I hooked my finger on the trigger.
Only then did Ye-jin tremble in terror and clutch the backpack.
"I-I'll go... I'll go out... sob sob..."
She staggered to her feet, bawling.
Gun still trained on her, I made her lead the way up the stairs.
First-floor bunker entrance.
In front of the massive steel door.
I pressed the button beside it, and the hydraulic system whirred to life with a deep kuuung as the door slowly opened.
Wind whistled through the gap.
And the stench hit like a wave.
The rotting smell from the guys I'd killed yesterday and tossed outside, plus the foul reek of the zombies drawn by their blood.
"Out."
"......"
Ye-jin hesitated, rooted to the spot.
Outside was hell. She knew it, I knew it.
But my bunker was paradise. No room for the unqualified.
"Not going?"
I prodded her back with the gun muzzle, and she screamed, bolting outside.
"You bastard! Fucking asshole! You'll get what's coming to you!"
She hurled her final curses as she vanished into the darkness.
Without a second thought, I yanked the lever.
Bang-!
The heavy door slammed shut, severing all connection to the outside.
Back to my perfect fortress.
Returning to the living room, Sua was awake.
Mussed hair, sitting on the sofa, staring right at me.
She'd pretty much guessed what happened.
"......You sent her away?"
"Yeah."
I set the pistol on the table and sank into the sofa.
Sua asked with a worried look.
"Is it okay just to let her go like that...? What if that sister tells other people our location? What if they come for revenge...?"
Sua was timid but realistic in her worries.
I chuckled and stroked her head.
"Revenge? She won't get the chance."
"Huh? Why?"
"Those bodies I handled yesterday? I just dumped them in the woods. The blood scent's probably drawing every zombie in the area."
"Ah..."
"I call it letting her go, but it's basically tossing her to the zombies for dinner. She won't last an hour."
Despite my brutal words, Sua looked relieved.
The fact that her threat was gone mattered more.
"But... weren't you packing food in that bag earlier? Why waste it on her?"
"Oh, that?"
I burst out laughing.
"Just trash shoved in the back of the storeroom. The ham cans were bulging, about to burst. Dried rations were all moldy ancient ones I picked out."
"......For real?"
"Yeah. Eat that, and food poisoning hits instantly—puking from both ends till you collapse and die. Even if she dodges zombies and hides, that meal seals her fate."
"Whoa... Oppa, you're like a real devil."
Sua stuck out her tongue, but a faint smile played on her lips.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
We traded light banter, giggling together.
In this brutal world, it felt like our bond was growing even stronger—just the two of us.
A moment later, I went into the study and sat at the computer.
Even if the world ended, information was power. I checked the Apocalypse Gallery regularly, where I used to lurk and enjoy survivors' reactions while biting my nails.
As expected, the board was a madhouse.
Please save me... Near Gangnam Station, zombies are ripping at the door trying to get in
What the fuck is the government doing?! When's the army coming?!
Starving to death here... Anyone got food to share?
Raid the blood donation van, can I drink this blood?
All whining, curses, and despair.
The same assholes who trashed my breakfast brag post calling me a 'fucking prick' and 'psycho' were now begging for their lives.
This spectacle was why I couldn't quit the community.
Scrolling and chuckling, I opened my inbox.
My sent invitations.
The eight candidates who hadn't arrived yet.
I sent them all a group message.
Title: Survival Check.
Are you coming? No reply means you're dead. One chance only.
Hit send and waited.
About ten minutes later.
Ding!
Ding!
Two replies.
Brimming with anticipation, I opened the first.
Nickname: soso
-I'm on my way...! Got a car and heading there now. Should be there soon. Please open the door... I'm really a virgin... I'll do anything Oppa says. I can even rim...
And an attached photo.
The same one from before.
Ripped jeans and a loose boxy tee, but between her hands holding a paper with 'soso' scrawled on it, her cleavage looked heavy.
70C, she said.
Thighs looked firm too, and best of all, virgin status appealed.
Worlds apart from a used rag like Ye-jin.
"Nice. You're in."
Satisfied smile, I opened the second.
Nickname: Halmeonirearka Doduk
The nickname alone screamed potential.
This bitch was the one who spewed double curses every time I posted food pics and gloated.
-Hey you fucking dog, you happy building a bunker and jerking off alone to survive? Fucking jealous, shit.
Her comments like that, then begging for life when the world actually ended? Comedy gold.
-Oppa... I'm coming now but zombies are fucking everywhere... I'll make it somehow, so please don't ditch me. You like big tits, right? Mine are fucking huge. Never measured but seriously massive. Not implants, real natural ones—let you grope them, please... just open the door, please...
I checked the attached photo again.
A plain, rural-girl face. No makeup, faint freckles giving a wholesome vibe.
But her body was the total opposite of the nickname and speech.
Breasts bursting through a thin t-shirt.
Nipple outlines fully visible.
Innocent face like internet pure-poster bait, body violently stacked.
Definitely a tantalizing combo.
"Halmeonirearka Doduk, huh... Looking forward to it."
Imagining her kneeling before me, shaking those massive tits and pleading, my groin already felt heavy.
Two out of eight.
Not a bad hit rate.
The other six probably dead or too scared.
Didn't matter.
soso and Rearka Doduk. If these two made it safely, bunker life would get even richer.
Sua, plus two new toys.
I leaned back deep in the chair, staring at the ceiling.
"Hurry up. Oppa's gonna welcome you real intensely."
The monitor's glow illuminated my greedy face.