The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 2 Chapter 41 - Humans Are Scarier Than Zombies (2)

It must be a pistol. 

 

Dayoung thought she needed to keep the leader too distracted to regain his senses. 

 

Of course, he already seemed pretty worked up as it was.

 

Dayoung recalled the sex she had with Ian and the others. Gentle, considerate, and purely pleasurable sex. Her body, ever honest, was slowly heating up. 

 

The entrance of her pussy, spread open from holding onto the leader’s waist, was growing wet—she could feel it. 

 

Dayoung leaned in close to the leader’s ear, blew softly, and whispered, “Oppa, walk a little faster. You’re making me wet.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said my pussy’s wet.”

 

The leader moved his hand from supporting her ass to her crotch. He felt the heat, and when his fingers brushed the entrance, slick arousal met his touch.

 

“Fuck, did you come back even hornier after leaving?”

 

The leader grunted in irritation but quickened his pace. 

 

The gymnasium had little furniture. The only thing available was a makeshift cot used by the on-duty staff, so the leader was the only one in the group with a private space. 

 

He set Dayoung down on the cot, and she unwrapped her legs from his waist, standing on the thin mattress. She watched as the leader frantically stripped off his shirt. 

 

The object pressing against her thigh earlier had definitely been a gun.

 

Even if she took the gun, if he stayed close, he could snatch it back. Dayoung thought of all the action movies she’d seen. 

 

In real life, she was hopeless at sports. But the Dayoung in this world must’ve taken taekwondo as a kid. 

 

It was strange—she could’ve run away from the start. 

 

Why hadn’t she? Was she afraid of the zombies? Did she not trust herself to survive alone? Dayoung was curious, but she decided to focus on the present.

 

To pull out the gun, her upper body had to be close to his first. 

 

Should she sit on the leader’s lap? 

 

The gun would get caught on his thigh—pass. 

 

Should she offer to give him a blowjob? 

 

His waist was too high—pass. Even if she laid him down, pulling it out would be inconvenient—pass. Missionary position would leave her trapped underneath—pass. 

 

After considering every possible idea, Dayoung walked to the edge of the cot and stood in front of the leader. This height was just right.

 

“Oppa.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Can I touch your body?”

“Pfft. My body’s worth every muscle. Touch all you want. While you’re at it, why not give my dick a little attention too?”

 

Dayoung raised her hand, trailing it over the leader’s neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, and down to his side. 

 

Rubbing her chest against his torso, she touched his back. 

 

To distract him further, she used her other hand to lightly stroke his chest while pressing her lips to his collarbone. She planted kisses here and there, moving down to his chest and gently licking his nipple.

 

Still unsatisfied, the leader unzipped his pants and pulled out his small penis. Dayoung grabbed it, giving it a light shake while stroking his side. 

 

As her hand brushed against his waist, she felt the gun.

 

 Glancing once at the leader’s reaction, she swiftly pulled it out and aimed, putting distance between them.

 

“Hey. What the hell? Do you even know how to shoot? So this was your little act. What, you wanna go back to those bastards? You really wanna die?”

 

“You. Ever heard of clay shooting? I was a clay shooting athlete. Even if you move around now, I can still hit your heart.”

 

As the leader tried to step closer, Dayoung released the safety. His expression changed instantly, freezing him in place.

 

“Hands up.”

 

At Kim Dayoung’s words, the leader raised both hands. 

 

Watching him glance around, looking for a chance to counterattack, Dayoung spoke with an expressionless face.

 

“Don’t try anything stupid. Be honest. I don’t care if I kill you now and die right after. You get that? As long as I can kill you, nothing else matters. So if you want to live, don’t try anything. Turn around and open the door.”

 

“…”

 

“Open the door!”

 

“You… Don’t do something you’ll really regret.”

 

“I won’t regret it. Open the door.”

 

The leader turned around and walked forward to open the door. 

 

Dayoung kept enough distance so that even if he swung his arm, he couldn’t reach her. She grabbed the military backpack in the corner and followed the leader out. 

 

Seeing the leader emerge with his hands up, the group looked at him in confusion and spoke up.

 

“Sergeant, why are your hands up, sir?”

“Did you already finish having sex with Dayoung? It hasn’t been that long since you went in.”

 

“He told you to drop your weapons.”

 

Blocked by the leader’s body, they couldn’t see Dayoung. 

 

The leader’s hesitant movements made the group sense something was off.

 

“…”

 

“Should we just shoot?”

 

“Drop your weapons!”

 

No one reacted to the leader’s command. 

 

Dayoung shot the leader in the right leg. 

 

Bang— 

 

As the leader collapsed forward and Dayoung stood holding a gun with white smoke curling from the barrel, they all aimed their guns at her.

 

“Argh!! You fucking bastards!! I said drop your guns!!! You wanna see me die?? You refusing orders means I can have you all court-martialed later, you know??”

 

The leader began screaming from the pain in his leg. 

 

At the words of the highest-ranking soldier in the group, they hesitated, then one by one started lowering their guns. 

 

It was an act of those who still didn’t realize military hierarchy no longer mattered—an action born from the belief that rescue would come someday. 

 

Dayoung threw the military backpack toward the two men who had been kicked out of the mall earlier.

 

“Put all the weapons in that bag. Just so you know, I was a shooting athlete. If you try anything stupid, one of you dies, and then I die.”

 

The two men began placing the guns on the floor into the bag—eight large, unnamed rifles and five pistols. 

 

They set the bag down near Dayoung, who eyed a pile of ropes nearby and spoke.

 

“Tie them up. We don’t have time, so stand them against that pillar and bind them all at once.”

 

She pressed the gun barrel against the two men as she spoke. 

 

Nodding hurriedly, they began tying up the others in a panic.

 

Outside, the waiting group kept checking the time. 

 

A minute felt like ten, and ten minutes dragged on like an hour. When only ten minutes remained until the promised time, a gunshot echoed from the gymnasium, snapping all their attention toward it.

 

“What… was that? Was that a gunshot?”

 

“Did Dayoung take the guns?”

 

“She must have. She probably fired it.”

 

“But why only one shot? Something’s wrong. Let’s go in.”

 

Ian tried to sprint toward the gymnasium, but Minshik barely managed to hold him back. 

 

Even if they went in now, there was no way to save Dayoung—and no guarantee of their own safety.

 

“No. Jiseok and I promised Dayoung. No matter what we hear, we swore we’d get you all out of here.”

 

“This isn’t about keeping promises right now!!”

 

“Ian, you’re too worked up. What are you gonna do if you go in? Do you have any weapons to fight guns with?”

 

Jiseok and Minshik were just as worried about Dayoung. 

 

But before she went inside, she had made them swear—if things went smoothly, they were not to re-enter the building. 

 

No matter what sounds they heard, no matter if she came out or not. They had to flee to the shopping mall.

 

“Then what? What do we do? Just… keep waiting like this?”

 

“…We’re waiting here for an hour. And! Even if Dayoung doesn’t come out. We’re not going in there. Not today.”

 

“Right. Minshik’s correct. We can’t just rush in there without a plan. Let’s go into the mall first, come up with a strategy, prepare, and then come back.”

 

At Jiseok’s words, the group fell silent. 

 

Time passed once again…

 

Dayoung alternated her gaze between the two men, tying the others to the pilla,r and the leader collapsed on the floor. She kept her gun trained on them to prevent any reckless moves. Her hand trembled violently as she gripped the weapon. 

 

Clenching her teeth, she tightened her hold. 

 

Once the two men finished restraining the others, they cautiously approached her.

 

“Just tie their legs. Tight!”

 

“Yes!”

 

After the men secured their legs, Dayoung took a deep breath and spoke, “Do I seem inexperienced to you? I don’t plan to leave you here to die. But if you show up near the mall, in front of me, or near my group—I’ll kill you.”

 

“…”

 

“You might think, ‘She’s just a woman, she won’t kill easily.’ But to me, you’re not even human. So don’t show your faces in front of me again. Especially you two! Don’t you dare live like that.”

 

She raised her voice, so the distant men could hear. 

 

Then, she walked over to the leader, who was clutching his leg and writhing on the ground, and spoke in a low voice only he could hear.

 

“A novel’s side character. A pathetic soldier who doesn’t even deserve a proper role in the story. Listen carefully. The real Kim Dayoung died the day she ran away from here.”

 

“What? What the hell are you talking about? ‘Novel’s side character’? Kim Dayoung is dead?”

 

“Yeah. The real Kim Dayoung is dead. Then who am I, you ask? Someone who was never supposed to exist in this world. I can’t even kill a bug—guess I’m not the real Dayoung after all. Die in agony, you bastard.”

 

Bang—