DS Chapter 26

Even if we went home, we’d be reported and caught right away.
‘What’s the point of running?’

Lying in the backseat, I twisted and turned as I stared at Logan’s back. He was pressing the gas and turning the wheel in a panic.

My heart just felt… heavy. I had already decided to die. What was there for me to fear now about what came next?

‘It all ends once I’m dead anyway.’

But Logan wasn’t like me. He still had a long, and possibly happy, life ahead of him—
even in a world like this one.

That’s why it felt like a stone was crushing my chest.

‘Why is he doing this… Why go so far, take such a risk, just for me?’

The car kept driving for a long while. Eventually, Logan seemed to come to his senses and glanced over his shoulder.

“Oh—no wonder it was so quiet.”

Had he forgotten he stuffed a towel in my mouth?

He reached back and pulled it out.

“Phaah!”

“Sorry, that must’ve been awful. You can talk now. We’re out of the lab.”

“…What the hell is this? Where are we going?”

Outside the window, the deep night sky stretched endlessly. Stars sparkled like the lights on a Christmas tree.

He answered my question in a calm voice, as if nothing had happened. As if this were just another day.

“Home. We’re going home.”

“They’ll report us. There’s no way they’ll let a zombie escape. Let’s go back. Please.”

“If we go far enough, they won’t chase us. If we head west, we’ll be out of their reach.”

The west. That lawless region still swarming with zombies. And we’re going there? Leaving behind the safe, stable East?

“Logan.”

I called his name to try and stop him.

“I came east after hearing there was a cure, but they couldn’t do anything. So I’m just leaving again. That’s all. It’s no big deal.”

“…”

“Going back to how it was before. Living freely with you… it wasn’t so bad. No need to get up for work every morning, either.”

It didn’t look like Logan planned on going back. Or on letting me die.

“And what about me? You want me to just turn into a zombie again?”

He couldn’t answer. The car filled with heavy silence.

I told him I wanted to die. I cried and said I couldn’t keep living like this.

But Logan didn’t let go. He couldn’t just let me die. And in the end, he ran away with me.

We ran from death. And death chased after us, fast and relentless. No matter where we ran, it was always close behind.

There didn’t seem to be any escaping the vast despair ahead. I couldn’t shake the feeling that, eventually, I’d be caught and dragged into a pain worse than death.

‘Why even keep living like this… when I could turn any day now?’

‘What am I supposed to live for? Is there any point?’

I felt like I was standing all alone on an unmarked road, sighing quiet breaths.

Cool night air slipped in through the cracked window. Even though we were drowning in despair, the night sky shone so brightly—
as if our suffering didn’t matter at all.

Then, Logan finally spoke, his voice low and strained.

“Live for me. I saved you. So don’t think about dying on your own.”

“I don’t want to die either. But I can’t stop the virus. That’s why… I wanted to go before it happened…”

“I don’t care. Your life belongs to me. You think I’ll just let you die without my permission?”

I thought I was the selfish one—
but Logan was even worse. Live for me? Was that even a real thing to say?

I let out a breathless laugh, my tense body relaxing for the first time.

It felt like all the tangled knots in my mind unraveled at once.
A simple, clear goal for my messed-up little life.

‘Live for Logan.’
Live what’s left of this matchstick life—for him.

‘Unbelievable… seriously…’

It was absurd and ridiculous… but I accepted it.

‘Whatever. How do I even stop a crazy guy like him?’
‘The guy who shoved a towel in my mouth and jumped off the second floor with me—what am I supposed to do with that?’

He doesn’t listen to reason. I said I wanted to die peacefully, and he made even that impossible. And now he tells me to live… for him.

But I really have no choice. I’m a weak, powerless zombie, and I’m completely addicted to his blood. I can’t survive without him.

“You have to feed me lots of semen. I hate feeling hungry.”

“Okay.”

“And sometimes… when I behave, give me blood as a reward. Yours tastes the best.”

“Got it.”

I let out a hollow laugh and rubbed my cheek against the cold leather seat.

‘From noble death… to talking about semen. What a classy downfall.’

But whatever. It’s all because of Logan.

“Logan, I think I really love you. Even if you’re kind of dumb and completely insane… I like you.”

Even if I am a zombie, I still think I’m smarter than Logan.
He could’ve had a normal life—but instead, he chose this wreck of an existence with a zombie.
I’d never have made that choice.

“So I’ll live for you. I’ll stay alive until you say it’s okay for me to die.”

On the back of Logan’s hand, gripping the steering wheel, the veins stood out in sharp blue lines. He took a deep breath and replied with a trembling voice.

“I love you, t—… I…”

He couldn’t finish. He was holding back tears.

But that was okay. He didn’t need to say it.

I could feel it—his love for me was just as fierce and desperate as mine for him.

* * *

We returned home like that. We had to move soon, but for now, this was still our home.

“Kylie, grab your stu—ugh!”

The moment the front door closed, I lunged at him. I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t eaten all day, and I was starving. The meat I had this morning was garbage anyway.

I devoured Logan’s lips first. Bit them like I was going to chew him up, licked them, pried them open. I panted as I swallowed his saliva.

“Haah, haa. You taste so good, Logan. So damn good.”

I didn’t even try to hide my true nature. I was never good at hiding it anyway, and now I was done pretending.

He said it didn’t matter if I was a zombie. I’d already decided to die, but he went out of his way to save me—so now he has to deal with the crazy me.

I reached up, grabbing his clothes, ready to rip them apart.

“Wait—let me take it off. Calm down.”

As the sound of fabric tearing filled the room, Logan fumbled, trying to calm me down.

I stomped my feet impatiently. I couldn’t wait even a second.

“Hurry, hurry up and take it off!”

“I am, just hold on.”

I wanted to devour Logan right away. I needed to breathe him in, swallow his saliva. If I didn’t, I might end up attacking him. The hunger was so horrible, only his blood could calm it.

The moment he took off his shirt, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. I stretched my body like a kid hanging from monkey bars, standing on my tiptoes.

His neck reeked of sweat.

You were sweating cold bullets, wondering how to escape with me. Then you drenched yourself carrying me while running.

Like a camel quenching its thirst by licking dew off desert rocks, I sucked on his body.

While I was hungrily licking the sweat under his jaw to soothe my thirst, Logan started fumbling to pull down his pants.

“Hah, that tickles.”

“You taste so good. I love it.”

Like a big dog pouncing on its owner, Logan tilted his head back. Whether he liked it or not, I kept licking enthusiastically.

I drank in his scent and saliva to my heart’s content, but it still wasn’t enough. My gut ached and twisted like someone who hadn’t eaten all day.

It was like my cracked, parched tongue had barely come back to life—my throat was screaming, “Why do you get everything? Let me have some too!” The hunger in my stomach raged even harder than before.

I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him. His bulging erection hung right in front of my eyes.

The scent of his body wafted over, and a smile naturally spilled out. I grinned like I was out of my mind, swallowing my saliva with a gulp.

My heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. I eat this every day, so why don’t I get tired of it? When will I ever get tired of it?

“I’ll enjoy it.”

“…Take it easy. Don’t chew.”

He stroked the top of my head and worriedly reminded me. It seemed he was concerned that my excitement might lead me to chew on his cock.

It was an unnecessary worry. Why would I ruin this? I need to savor it for a long, long time.

As I licked the thick shaft, I sucked on the hole where pre-cum was flowing.

While it was enjoyable to taste his member in various ways, it was also a pleasure to steal glances at his twitching reactions.

When I persistently pressed and rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock with my tongue, Logan clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. When I sucked hard enough to make the head tingle, he closed his eyes tightly with a startled expression.

It was as if he couldn’t shake off the mischievous leech clinging to his cock, leaving him at a loss.

It seemed my personality wasn’t exactly the best. After all, I found it amusing to torment Logan’s member and make him feel awkward.

After indulging myself for a while, sucking and licking, I pushed his member deep into my throat. I’d had my fun, and now it was time to satisfy my hunger.

Hurry up and cum in my mouth. I’m hungry, you know.