The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 1 Chapter 3 - Isn't this a zombie story? (1)

The clothing room mentioned in the novel came to Dayoung’s mind. 

 

Since the zombie virus had spread in October, during autumn, most stores had been preparing for fall and winter, leaving little summer clothing available. 

 

They had scouted the area and gathered whatever summer clothes they could find, steadily filling the clothing room.

 

“Then we should get you some clothes to change into first. I’ll grab the smallest men’s clothes we have. This is the clothing room, right? I’ll set up a separate one for you next to it.”

 

“No, you don’t need to go that far. I can just go downstairs. It’s fine.”

 

“But the bedrooms are on the second floor, the clothes are in the basement, and the bathhouse is on the third floor. Going back and forth will be a hassle. Here, try this first.”

 

“Thanks for being so considerate…”

 

“Don’t mention it. See you at dinner.”

 

Dohun handed Dayoung the smallest men’s clothes available, gave her a bright smile, and headed downstairs. 

 

Dayoung watched his retreating figure for a long time. 

 

Once he was completely out of sight, she followed Minho to the bathhouse and cautiously spoke up. 

 

Since Minho, despite his rough exterior, was the most straightforward speaker in Zombieverse, it felt a little easier to talk to him.

 

“Why… are you all so nice to me?”

 

“You can drop the formal speech. I’ll keep it casual too. No need for honorifics here. Why are we nice to you? Well, because you’re a girl.”

 

“Just because I’m a girl?”

 

“Of course, if a guy joined, we’d still look out for him. But since you’re a girl, we’re extra nice. Everyone wants to make a good impression. There aren’t any gay guys among us, so all fifteen of us are probably fumbling over ourselves around you.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Why? Because you’re a girl? Because we want to impress you?”

 

“Me? For what…?”

 

“Things could progress, you know? You could become someone’s girlfriend. Or, given the world we live in, maybe a friends-with-benefits situation.”

 

Dayoung knew about their personalities and their sexual inclinations from the stories. 

 

Of course, the fact that no woman had ever been rescued alone made her a little afraid. Having read many novels where characters’ personalities sometimes changed when possessed, Dayoung was slightly suspicious of them. 

 

But they were exactly as described in the book—young men in their vigorous twenties, yet not driven by instinct. 

 

Good people. Kind people.

 

The way they gathered and looked at her reflected that. To them, she was just a woman in revealing clothes, but there was no lust in their eyes. 

 

Only curiosity and gentle gazes. 

 

Their looks might have been deceptive, but Dayoung wanted to trust them—these characters she had loved and cherished.

 

“So… what am I supposed to do here?”

“Nothing. You don’t have to do anything. No one will force you. Before we settled here, we were with other people. It was chaos. They locked women up and raped them. Most of them ended up killing themselves or dying. Some of our guys lost family that way. But even without that, our people are just kind by nature. They can’t bring themselves to hurt others.”

“I see… So I’ve met good people.”

“Yeah. It feels weird saying it myself, but they’re all good guys. It’ll be fun from now on. They’ll probably go wild trying to impress you—myself included. Looking forward to it. The women’s bath hasn’t been maintained, so there’s no hot water. Starting tomorrow, I’ll make sure it’s fixed. For today, do you mind using the men’s bath? No one will be there, so you can use it comfortably. Even if someone shows up, I won’t let them in.”

“Okay… thank you.”

 

Inside a large water park, there was a small-attached bathhouse. 

 

Minho opened the door to the men’s section and spoke. Dayoung felt a little uneasy, but she wanted to wash her sticky body. 

 

As Dayoung stepped inside, Minho wrote ‘No Entry’ on a white sheet of paper, stuck it on the door, and then sat at the counter. 

 

Shortly after, the walkie-talkie placed on the counter buzzed.

 

—”Minho hyung. The water isn’t running in the first-floor cafeteria.”

“Really? I’ll head down now.”

 

Minho checked the sign he had posted and went down to the first floor. 

 

Dayoung was speechless as she took in the surprisingly spacious changing room. The novel had described it as a small bathhouse attached to a water park, but it was much bigger than she had imagined—about the size of a neighborhood bathhouse. 

 

As she explored every corner of the changing room, she recalled the details from the novel.

 

It had been three months since they settled here, which meant that in another three months, they would rescue four women. 

 

The novel had a scene where those women were happily playing with their group at the water park. 

 

Dayoung had once envied them, surrounded by men. 

 

Of course, the scenes where they each had sex with the popular male characters were also quite something—their personalities were vividly portrayed.

 

“Is this heaven?”

 

Humming to herself, she undressed, stored her clothes in the locker, and approached the large mirror next to the bathhouse entrance. 

 

She quietly studied her reflection—her light-colored hair that reached her waist, her eyes, her slim yet voluptuous chest that looked even fuller because of her slender frame. Her breasts, which appeared to be at least a C-cup, had a perfect shape, but what caught her eye the most were her pink nipples, a shade she had never even seen in porn. 

 

Then there was her tiny waist, firm buttocks, and perfectly toned legs.

 

The only downside was her height. She appeared to be under 160 cm, but her small face and great figure gave her the best proportions.

 

On top of that, her face was pretty, so Dayoung turned her body this way and that, examining herself.

 

Through the mirror, Dayoung noticed a large scar below her waist, as well as others on the back of her thighs near her buttocks and on her inner thighs near her groin. 

 

They were the kind of scars that didn’t match her pretty face and figure. The one on her waist looked quite old, while the ones on her thighs didn’t seem as aged.

 

“Well, in a world like this, what do scars even matter? Survival is already hanging by a thread.”

 

Dayoung decided not to dwell on the scars. 

 

What was the point of worrying over old wounds? 

 

She ran her hands over her arms and legs, marveling at how soft her skin was. Given the environment, she probably hadn’t been able to wash or take care of herself properly, yet her skin was like this. 

 

It had to be natural.

 

“No way, how does a body like this come with such a face? Is this the ‘bagel girl’ thing? Is that what this is? I’m jealous. Seriously jealous.”

 

As she stepped into the bath, Dayoung cupped her breasts. Maybe because she was petite, her hands were small too. She had to use both hands just to fully grasp one breast. 

 

Must be at least a D-cup, right? 

 

As she kneaded the soft, plush flesh, she muttered to herself.

 

“This is insane. Are these natural? No way. This is unreal. But a character like this never appeared in the novel. Just who the hell are you?”

 

The inside of the bathhouse was cleaner than expected. There were several small tubs, and though most were empty, the smallest one—marked with its temperature—was filled with water. 

 

They probably only used the smallest tub to save electricity. 

 

Dayoung recalled how the opposite side of the shopping mall had been dark when she glanced at it earlier. They weren’t using the entire large mall—only less than half of it. 

 

The thought that they were managing electricity wisely made her smile faintly.

 

After washing her hair and body, Dayoung tied her hair up into a loose bun and stepped into the small, steamy tub. 

 

The warmth seeped into her, making her body feel pleasantly sluggish.

 

🫧

 

Ian grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathhouse. 

 

Having been outside since early morning, he was covered in dust, so he decided to visit the bathhouse a little earlier than usual. 

 

Minho, who was usually sitting at the counter, was nowhere to be seen.

 

A white sheet of paper lay fallen near the counter, but Ian only glanced at it before heading into the changing room. 

 

As he undressed, he thought of Dayoung pressed against him earlier—her full chest, her soft hips. Maybe it was because he was still young and full of energy, but just the memory made blood rush to his penis.

 

“Guess it’s true what they say—men are all beasts. Even in a situation like this, I’m thinking about sex.”

 

He quickly stripped and stepped inside. Seeing his half-hard cock, he figured he’d better start by cooling-off first.

 

Dayoung floated lazily in the water as if in a pool before flipping over. 

 

Holding her breath, she dipped her front into the water before gasping and jerking upright. Then, she quickly wiped the water from her eyes—only to freeze at the sight of a massive figure standing before her.

 

Staring at the naked man, Dayoung stood dumbfounded, not even thinking to cover herself. Her gaze involuntarily drifted downward.

 

Is… that a human’s genital?