The Only Woman in a Zombie Apocalypse Vol. 2 Chapter 72 - A Complicated Heart Loses Its Way (1)

“Yeah. I… did that. So this is my ending, and that’s yours, huh. Soon, your real memories will come back. The moment you have three people’s memories will be short, but that little head of yours is gonna hurt like it’s about to explode, right?”

 

At the words of Dayoung from the novel, Dayoung was furious to the top of her head. 

 

According to her, this was the real world I had lived in, and she was the one who made me die. 

 

But how could she say that so casually?

 

Dayoung reached out in rage to grab the hair of Dayoung from the novel. But her hand passed right through the body.

 

“Argh!”

 

Startled, Dayoung suddenly yelled, and the Dayoung from the novel smiled brightly at her.

 

“Wanna hit me? Ah, did I say something harsh? It’s because I’ve got no manners. With a personality like this, I had to live saying ‘yes, yes’ while being controlled by those bastards—how hard must that have been? Even after dying, I couldn’t talk to anyone except you. Try to understand me a little.”

 

“Please just shut up. What kind of horror-spewing mouth is that? Every word you spit out is like beggar’s foot-wrapping cloth.”

 

“Oh. Are your memories coming back little by little? That gentle, quiet fake personality is slowly disappearing, huh?”

 

‘Haa…’ 

 

Dayoung let out a deep sigh. 

 

She talks like that, but how filthy has her life been? Whose fault is this glitch that happened?

 

As she stared at the Dayoung from the novel, her head started throbbing. Just like the first time, the memories of Dayoung from the novel came in. 

 

Ha! Can’t they give it to me without the pain?

 

“Ugh!”

 

A pain incomparable to the first time hit her. Dayoung could only clutch her head, collapse, and thrash around.

 

“Aaah!! My head feels like it’s splitting!! Aagh!!”

 

At the same time, Dayoung, lying on the be,d also screamed. 

 

Hearing her scream, the group stomped their feet outside the curtain and called out to Dayoung.

 

“Dayoung, are you okay?”

 

“Noona??? Should we come in??”

 

With no answer and only pained groans coming through, the group rushed into the room. 

 

Seeing Dayoung drenched in cold sweat, clutching her head and rolling around on the bed, they were shocked and ran to her.

 

“Dayoung! Dayoung, what’s wrong!”

 

Unable to easily touch Dayoung as she thrashed in agony, the group could only helplessly call her name over and over. 

 

Then, seeing blood flowing from Dayoung’s nose, they freaked out and shook her body.

 

“Noona! Snap out of it! What the hell is going on?”

 

“T-This! It was like this before when Dayoung was recovering her memories! She collapsed saying her head hurt and had a nosebleed too.”

 

“What? Didn’t Noona already recover all her memories?”

 

No matter how much they shook her, Dayoung wouldn’t budge. The group stayed by her side, continuously wiping away her nosebleeds and cold sweat.

 

The Dayoung from the novel silently stared at them. 

 

If these had been the first people she met, would she have made different choices? Would she have avoided pushing someone to their death? 

 

At that faint change in the novel, Dayoung’s expression, Dayoung shook her head left and right to loosen her neck and spoke.

 

“Hey. Cut the bullshit. People don’t change that easily. No matter who you were with, you would’ve just kept doing stupid shit.”

 

“Isn’t that a bit too harsh?”

 

“It’s not sarcasm. It’s a fact. In another world, here, I’ve lived 28 years longer than you. That’s how life is. Do you think people change because of the situations they face? No. That’s just the kind of person they were from the start. Fuck. Anyway, why do you always give memories in this shitty way?”

 

“I’ve got a foul mouth too, but you’re no slouch either, huh?”

 

“I’m using pretty words right now. I haven’t even started yet. And call me Noona. You little brat, dropping honorifics and talking nonsense. Agh. My head.”

 

Still pressing her temples because of the lingering headache, Dayoung’s appearance made the novel Dayoung circle around her, staring. 

 

Just from regaining memories, her eyes had changed. 

 

Strong eyes that seized attention. The same eyes that had looked at her back then.

 

“How does it feel to have your memories back?”

 

“Like it feels good? Three people’s memories are bouncing around in my head. Wait a sec. Let me sort these memories out. I’m gonna throw up.”

 

28 years old. Kim Dayoung. Career soldier. 

 

With outstanding insight, leadership, marksmanship, and martial arts skills, she surpassed the men and became the captain of the Special Forces Alpha Team at age 27. 

 

Soldier Dayoung’s childhood was colorful. Taekwondo, kendo, judo. 

 

A childhood that began with sports.

 

She had the guts and stubbornness to never lose to a boy. 

 

In other words, she beat up the boys. Thanks to the sports she started young, she couldn’t stand injustice, and by high school, Dayoung decided to become a soldier to protect the country and its people.

 

When she became a soldier, the absurd hierarchy was tough, but she endured it with sheer grit. With the thought of reforming the rotten military. 

 

At the young age of 25, she became a Special Forces member, and by 27, she had gone through quite a lot of hardship to lead a team as captain.

 

She was looked down on by male team members just for being a woman, but Dayoung never avoided a fight that came her way. She didn’t run because she was weaker in strength or combat power. 

 

If she was weaker in strength and firepower, she countered with speed and bulldog tenacity. She barely earned her teammates’ recognition. 

 

And gained comrades she could trust with her life in dangerous operations.

 

October 25, 2023. That day was supposed to be a day without operations. 

 

While I was organizing my combat boots and inspecting my firearm, the emergency siren went off. Terror attacks broke out simultaneously across the entire country of Korea. 

 

An unclear virus called E25S spread, and people in the area died.

 

But they rose again and began craving human flesh. If bitten by them, the E25S virus would spread, leading to death, and they would rise once more to harm people. 

 

In an instant, the streets turned into chaos, and even the military couldn’t escape it.

 

Small units with few personnel, like special forces, were okay, but units with many regular soldiers collapsed in no time. The number of people able to protect citizens dwindled drastically. 

 

It was a perfect plan. Who spread the virus and for what reason? 

 

Dayoung headed to the scene with her team.

 

The order they received was to capture the very first mutated person and hand them over to the research team. They had to catch someone who didn’t bleed but attacked people. 

 

When they arrived at the first location, it was hell on earth.

 

“B, C, rescue the people. D, E, secure the target with me. Move.”

 

“Roger.”

The uninjured were sent to quarantine zones, and the first mutated individuals were captured and handed over to the lab. 

 

For the first month, it seemed like things were slowly getting under control.

 

“No matter how I look at it, these are zombies. Like the zombies in movies. At this rate, shouldn’t we quickly send the surviving people abroad?”

 

“Well… there’s no particular order from above.”

 

A few days later. 

 

The government officially named the E25S virus the zombie virus, but they found no clues about the terrorist group. With the order to rescue civilians, Alpha Team had to run day and night. 

 

But then the research labs got infected, and everything started collapsing one by one. 

 

The rich and the high-ranking officials abandoned the country and fled abroad. South Korea was abandoned just like that.

 

“Ha. Captain. Isn’t this too much? They just ditch us like this?”

 

“There are still people alive. We have to save at least them. There are underground bunkers all over the region. We need to get them there.”

 

Dayoung couldn’t give up. Even as she lost her comrades one by one, Dayoung kept pushing forward. 

 

After eight months of desperate struggle, only Dayoung and Dodam remained alive. 

 

The two went down to Gyeonggi Province, where a large shelter was rumored to be, but found nothing.

 

To make matters worse, contact was lost with the unit that had been relatively safe, so the two hurried back to their base. 

 

Dayoung explained the location of their unit to a lieutenant from another unit she had been in radio contact. At least compared to other units, it seemed like a good place to hide out.

 

May 28, 2024. When Dayoung reached the village near the base, she felt something strange. 

 

The eerie silence that hung over the empty street was the same as always, but something was definitely different.

 

Dayoung told Dodam to go to the base first and scouted the area herself. 

 

Even now, she couldn’t understand why she had sent Dodam ahead at that moment. Then, sensing signs of life inside a large gymnasium, she loaded her rifle and stepped inside.

 

A woman dressed in clothes that were barely different from being naked. 

 

Dayoung cautiously aimed her gun at the dazed woman.

 

“Hands up.”

 

What followed was almost identical to the memory of Dayoung in the novel. Dodam radioed in, and Dayoung offered her a paper cup. 

 

On any other day, the usual Dayoung would have refused until the end, but that day she felt sorry for the woman who looked so haggard and accepted the water.

 

When she opened her eyes again, a corporal was on top of her, stripping her clothes. With the last of her strength, she stabbed the man. 

 

Dayoung wanted to tell the woman—Run. 

 

Run far away from here. But a bullet soon pierced her skull, and she couldn’t say a word.

 

Dayoung organized her memories and looked at Dayoung from the novel. 

 

No—this place wasn’t inside the novel. She looked at little Dayoung. The body and face that people always praised as pretty and sexy looked pitiful and heartbreaking today. 

 

Would it have been less painful if she hadn’t been born that way?

 

No. In this shitty world, just being a woman was already hellishly hard. 

 

The desire to die, yet the desire to live. In the end, countless women were forced to die against their will. They were all the same. Like herself, a soldier who died meaninglessly. 

 

Like Jiyoung and unnie Mihee from Team B. Like the little Dayoung right in front of her.

 

Come to think of it, the corporal’s name was Lee Dong-woo. 

 

Why is every single guy named Dongwoo in this world a piece of trash?