Magic on the Dead Chapter 39

Hajin, half-straightening his stiff back and poking his head out, could see the parked vehicles and the locations of the zombies at a glance. After a quick scan, Hajin lay flat on the ground again.

Upon checking, two white vehicles were located at the end of the left parking lot, between the General Civil Affairs Office building and the main building. All they had to do was get closer and pull on the driver’s side door.

“Two over there.”

As he whispered, Eden nodded.

Hajin, who had been crawling forward without hesitation, came to an abrupt stop. He saw a leg with blackened flesh dripping from it pass under the vehicle across from him. There was only a single vehicle separating them.

Hajin’s tightly clenched jaw trembled. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead, splattering on the asphalt parking lot. Plop, plop…. Fearing that even a small sound might escape, he frantically rubbed his face against his shoulder.

Hajin’s desperate movements stopped because of a tickling sensation on his ankle. Startled, he looked back to see Eden giving him a hand signal to follow.

He quickly thrust the axe he was holding under the vehicle. Then, just like lying down in bed, he pressed his back to the ground and crawled under the black car parked right next to them.

In the meantime, the corpse, which had been shuffling around like a hungry beast in search of prey, changed direction. It was in Hajin’s direction.

Becoming urgent, Hajin followed Eden, lying on his back on the ground. His desperate appearance was reminiscent of a fish thrown onto land. Even as he crawled by shifting his shoulders, there was no time to feel humiliated.

Thump, thump, thump.

His heart was pounding, and his tongue was bone dry. Trying to move his body while lying flat on his back took twice the effort. Moreover, due to the cramped space, he had to half-drape his body over Eden’s.

“Grr….“

The zombie, having detected a faint noise, stopped in its tracks and made a throat-clearing sound.

Hajin’s body was completely hidden under the car. He felt as if the zombie would bend down at any moment and snatch his face, and every nerve in his body was on edge. All his senses were focused on those damn rotten Converse shoes.

“Gak! Gak-gak—!!!”

The zombie let out a monstrous shriek, as if it was getting angry. It was clear that a sound was coming from somewhere, but it seemed to be furious that it couldn’t find its living prey.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

This time, the rotten leg stomped the ground, spinning in place. At the unexpectedly bizarre movement, Hajin tried his best to suppress the goosebumps that were rising.

‘Fuck! It’s one thing after another…!’

As the curse word rose to the tip of his tongue, his breathing simultaneously became rough.

“Hoo, hoo….“

The ground was already hot, and with the added tension, it felt as if water was pouring out from every pore in his body. A salty stream of sweat slid down over Hajin’s eyelashes. His eyelids were itchy, and his heart was screaming as if it would burst like an overinflated balloon at any moment.

The zombie, showing no signs of leaving, continued to make a rattling sound in its throat and move its legs. Growing anxious, Hajin compulsively rubbed his itchy eyes.

How long had they been like that? Suddenly, a strong force grabbed Hajin’s wrist. As he looked to the side, tears streaming down his face, Eden forcibly pulled down the wrist he had grabbed. It was a sign to stop rubbing.

‘Endure it and focus.’

This time too, Eden conveyed his words without a sound. He looked at Hajin’s bloodshot eyes and scrunched his face in a grimace.

Embarrassed, Hajin turned his tear-filled eyes back to the undercarriage of the car. The jumbled parts and engine transmission were covered in a thick layer of dust.

As he lay there silently, holding his breath, he began to notice Eden’s solid torso pressed against him. Their shoulders, hips, thighs, and calves were intertwined like a tight puzzle, without a single gap between them.

Eden’s mysterious gaze fell upon Hajin’s constantly fidgeting face. After silently accepting his struggling movements for a while, he raised his index finger and began to write letters on the dusty undercarriage.

‘Stop rubbing.’

Hajin stared at Eden’s message written right above him with his bloodshot eyes, blinking. Stop rubbing what? I’m not rubbing my eyes anymore.

Puzzled, Hajin belatedly recognized the picture drawn next to the letters. A long, branch-like something was bulging in a grotesque shape. The moment he narrowed his eyes to interpret the meaning, Hajin immediately understood.

Anyone could see that it was a drawing of a man’s genitals.

“…….”

If he could have spoken out loud, the first thing that would have come out would probably have been a curse like ‘You crazy bastard!’ Now that he looked, something particularly prominent was revealing its eerie presence under the back of his knee.

The moment he realized that his right leg was resting on the dick that was on his left thigh, his thought process completely stopped, like a robot with a dead battery.

The space was too cramped to move his foot, and the persistent zombie outside the car was still circling, threatening their lives.

A wicked laugh flowed into the ears of Hajin, who was caught in a trap, unable to move. Is he laughing in this situation? He could feel Jung Taegeon’s sturdy dick, making its presence known under the back of his knee, gradually growing in size.

‘This psycho… bastard….’

Jung Taegeon was definitely a psycho. Hajin simply could not understand his deviant lower body, which was faithfully getting aroused while his comrade was pressed against him for survival in this life-or-death situation.

It was something that could not be accepted by the common sense of a normal person. Hajin was dumbfounded and bit his lips hard. How did I end up seeing this crazy bastard’s penis with my own two eyes…. The moment Hajin recalled the thick branch of Eden he had seen in the motel bathroom, the shape of the erect dick was so vividly imagined that he felt like he was going crazy.

After some thought, Hajin also raised his index finger and began to write on the dust.

‘I’m not doing it on purpose’

He was in the middle of writing. Thump! The car body vibrated and shook violently.

“Gulp.“

Hajin, who almost screamed, bit down hard on his lower lip. Crack. He bit it so hard that his lip burst, and the metallic taste of blood lingered on the tip of his tongue. The car body shook so violently that it was a miracle the alarm didn’t go off. It was a powerful vibration.

…Wait, an alarm?

At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed through Hajin’s mind. As if he had thought of the same thing, Eden’s and Hajin’s eyes met at the same time.

Hajin hurriedly took out the phone in his pocket and opened the notepad.

‘If Mr. Lee Changyeol’s car isnt in this parking lot, how abt we set off one car alarm bfore we move to the back?’

Hajin was thinking of targeting one vehicle and forcibly setting off the car alarm that prevents theft.

‘if the zombes flock to one side, it will be easier to find the car.’

His thumb was busy tapping the screen. Hajin tried his best to calm his panting heart and held the notepad up to Eden’s face.

Eden, quickly deciphering the Korean text riddled with typos, took the phone completely and wrote his own opinion below.

‘Same thought. Dangerous to set off alarm directly. Move to a corner and use a tool.’

While Eden was writing down his additional opinion, the footsteps of the zombie that had been circling right next to them finally turned elsewhere. Letting out a sigh of relief, Hajin took the phone and scanned the notepad.

Unlike Hajin’s text, which was full of spelling and spacing errors, Eden’s writing had no typos or even any unnecessary words. Hajin couldn’t help but be surprised by the concise and neat sentences, as if they had been run through a spell checker. To be able to construct a perfect sentence even in such a tense situation.

Are Korean-Americans usually good with languages…? No, wasn’t he not a Korean-American? Did he just immigrate? Is that the same thing? Hajin suddenly realized that, aside from Eden’s profession, he knew nothing about him.

“Let’s go.”

As soon as the zombie was completely gone, Eden, who had been waiting, began to move his body stealthily. He got out first, and then, after checking the surroundings, he reached out his hand to Hajin. Hajin, who poked his head out from under the car, grabbed his hand without hesitation.

Only after he stood up did his gaze fall on the penis that was making its presence known heavily over Eden’s thigh. The dizzying sensation of his hot penis under the back of his knee still lingered.

Shudder, Hajin shivered and quickly pulled his hand away. Eden’s fingers, each joint elegantly long, separated a little more slowly. Hajin forced his gaze away from that damn hand, which evoked a sense of admiration in his heart.

The two, now more skilled in their movements, moved closer to their target vehicle, avoiding the zombies’ eyes more quickly than before.

Hajin stopped behind the two white cars and caught his breath.

‘Please, just let it be one of them.’

He carefully pulled on the driver’s side door handle, but contrary to his expectations, neither of the two cars budged. Fearing that the alarm might go off, he had to carefully let go of the door handle he had grabbed.

After confirming that it was not Lee Changyeol’s car, Hajin shook his head at Eden. The two immediately ran to the parking lot located behind the main building.

Hiding in a corner, Eden, along with Hajin, scanned the ground, searching for a heavy rock. After desperately searching for a second Ppiyaki, they finally managed to find a broken brown brick the size of a fist.

When Hajin naturally handed him the brick, Eden took it without hesitation and stood up.

“Throwing.”

A brown brick flew forcefully towards a white car parked at the very end, in front of the Traffic Investigation Division building.