The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 2 Chapter 40 - Humans Are Scarier Than Zombies (2)

Dayoung sighed as she took off her underwear. The men in military uniforms whistled in delight at her pale, naked body. 

 

The leader gestured at her—come closer. Dayoung slowly approached him. The leader raked his eyes up and down her bare form, then signaled to the man holding a gun to their bound companions.

 

The man untied the four men and shoved them forward. Though they could have moved toward Jiseok and Minshik, their eyes remained fixed on Dayoung. 

 

The leader smirked, turning her body, so everyone could see. Then he pressed himself against her from behind, grinding his erection against her as he rocked his hips. 

 

The vulgar display left them no choice but to clench their fists.

 

“I’ve held other women before, but none like her. You all see it too, right? Even after fucking her over and over, her pussy still feels like a virgin’s. And these tits—still this pink. A body like this… hard to forget.”

 

The leader handed his gun to someone else, groping her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. 

 

For the first time since arriving in this world, Dayoung felt no arousal. 

 

‘Ah… So I was only turned on because of them.’

 

She glanced at Jiseok and Minshik. 

 

‘Get out of here!’

 

Despite being freed, they stayed, staring at her instead of fleeing the building. The leader snorted in amusement.

 

“Don’t know what kind of scheme you’ve got going, but when I let you go, just leave. I never spare anyone who enters here—but our Dayoung fed and sheltered you for a month, so I’m letting you go. Understood??”

 

The leader shouted loudly. But the group’s eyes were still fixed on Dayoung. 

 

Jiseok and Minshik couldn’t bring themselves to move easily, even at Dayoung’s signal. She wanted them to leave quickly.

“Go!! And remember what I said!!”

 

Seeing them hesitate, Dayoung yelled again. Jiseok and Minshik finally grabbed the lingering members and dragged them out of the building.

 

“Hyung! Are we really just leaving Noona Dayoung like this?”

 

“Hyung Jiseok! Hyung Minsik! This isn’t right!”

 

“Quiet. Let’s head over there first.”

 

At Jiseok’s calm words, they moved to a spot quite far from the gymnasium—the place where Dayoung had regained her memories. 

 

The gymnasium was still visible, but the cover in front made it hard to spot from there. Jiseok and Minsik let out a deep sigh before speaking to the group.

 

“Before we went in, Dayoung got her memories back. Like we heard earlier, she was captured by them before meeting us. And before the zombie virus spread, she was a live-fire shooting athlete. She said she handles guns better than those fake soldiers and told us not to worry. She promised she’d come out within an hour.”

 

“Even so! Even if she knows how to handle a gun, how is she supposed to escape through all those people?! We shouldn’t have left her!”

 

“Then what? Should we have left her to die? Do you think she would’ve been happy living alone, smiling by herself?”

 

“…”

 

“I get how you feel. Jiseok and I feel the same. We’re anxious and scared, too. But let’s trust Dayoung and wait. She’s the one who escaped from them before. She’ll definitely come out. I’ve set a timer, so save your energy. We’re moving in exactly one hour, no matter what.”

 

Whether from resisting or being beaten, the group’s faces were bruised and battered. 

 

Jiseok took out medicine from his bag and handed it to them—medicine Dayoung had packed. Though she had only been with them at the mall for a month, Dayoung had already become like family to them.

 

The faces of the group twisted at the lingering image of Dayoung, who looked as if she would cheerfully apply medicine with a bright smile at any moment.

 

Only after confirming they had left did Dayoung finally let out a deep sigh. 

 

Seeing her like this, the leader slowly licked the edge of her ear and spoke, “What? Relieved they made it out alive? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you see that you have nowhere left to go.”

 

“What… What do you mean?”

 

“In a few days, the mall will be gone. No—more like the people occupying it will change. I’ll let you keep living comfortably in the place you’ve grown so used to.”

 

At the leader’s words, Dayoung forced herself to play along. 

 

There was nothing she could do right now. Her hands trembled faintly, so she clasped them tightly together.

 

“Yeah. That place was way more comfortable than here. Soft beds, plenty of food…”

 

“You’ve been eating well, sleeping well—your skin’s all plump and fresh now. How was it? Those bastards were probably lousy in bed, right? But you like it rough, don’t you?”

 

‘You’re the one who likes it rough, you bastard!’ 

 

Dayoung dug through the real Dayoung’s memories, recalling the acts the leader enjoyed. She gritted her teeth, thinking of the time she’d spent with this fast-moving, interconnected group.

 

When the zombie virus first spread and the world descended into chaos, Dayoung survived thanks to her family’s sacrifice. When she first met these people, she had felt relief at being alive. But after a week, everything changed. 

 

The women she had fled with struggled alongside to secure a place—they all turned into zombies and disappeared.

 

Dayoung, left alone in the group, found her real misfortune beginning then. 

 

To her, humans were scarier than zombies. She was terrified of those who smiled while pointing guns. 

And so, Dayoung had no choice but to become the leader’s woman. 

 

The leader loved having his male pride stroked. Dayoung was his possession. She had to spread her legs for the men the leader allowed, whether she liked it or not, and if the leader wanted, she had to do whatever he demanded. 

 

The scars on her waist and thighs were from her refusals. 

 

The leader had laughed as he sliced Dayoung’s flesh with a knife. Dayoung grew more haggard by the day. She lived like Pavlov’s dog, conditioned by endless fear and pain.

 

When told to spread her legs, she spread them. When told to eat, she ate. That was how she survived each day—until one day, a newly captured woman died. 

 

During sex with the leader. She didn’t know why he had shot her mid-act, but the woman’s naked corpse, drenched in blood, looked just like her own face.

 

That day, Dayoung made a decision. She would escape this place. 

 

For a week, she observed them, searching for a way out. And when the smallest opportunity arose, she ran.

 

Now, Dayoung couldn’t tell if the rage she felt was her own or if it came from the real Dayoung’s memories. But one thing was certain—she couldn’t stay with them like this.

 

“How about it? Want this oppa to make you scream real good? I’ve been jerking off every day since you left.”

 

At the sound of the leader’s voice in her ear, Dayoung turned her body, pressing her full chest against him. 

 

Rubbing the man’s chest with the back of her hand, she pulled his head down and whispered into his ear.

 

“Really? You gonna put this in and move? You gonna shove it inside my pussy and fuck me?”

 

At her words, the leader’s pants tightened. He looked at her and chuckled, pressing his body against hers, gripping her hips with both hands to spread them.

 

“Ha. Always acting like a dead fish. Guess those other guys weren’t enough for you? If you want it that bad, I’ll give it to you!”

 

The leader was ecstatic. 

 

Never once had Dayoung been the first to want sex. Even if it weren’t for her voluptuous chest or the tight grip of her pussy, he wouldn’t have kept her alive. 

 

Seeing Dayoung approach him with a seductive whisper, the leader was so excited he thought he might die. 

 

The pussy that clenched his cock so tightly, the softness of her breasts—he grabbed Dayoung’s body as she clung to his neck and lifted her effortlessly.

 

There was one thing the leader never did. He never exposed his genitals in front of others. His only complex—his small penis. 

 

After throwing Dayoung to other men, he always asked the same question once the sex was over, “Who was better?” 

 

Dayoung thought to herself, ‘Damn it. That dick you always bragged about isn’t even a real dick. You bastard!!’

 

A vicious thought startled Dayoung. For some reason, she felt her words growing harsher. 

 

‘The real me wasn’t this foul-mouthed, was it?’ 

 

No. A fleeting memory made her realize that this sharp tongue was the real Dayoung’s. 

 

Before the zombie virus spread, she had been blunt, rough, and foul-mouthed. Even with a different soul, memories were terrifying.

 

Without realizing it, she was mimicking them. 

 

‘Ugh.’ 

 

Unsettled, Dayoung tried to snap herself out of it.

 

The leader began striding forward, carrying Dayoung in his arms. Against the thighs wrapped around his waist, something cold pressed in.