DS Chapter 27

With a desperate gaze, I looked up at him and moved my head.

Logan, with heated eyes, grabbed the back of my head and began to move it back and forth, unleashing the desires he had been holding back.

“Ugh, hng⋯ ugh⋯”

“Haah, haah.”

Foam formed at my mouth, and strange sounds escaped. Just as my breath was cut off and my consciousness began to fade, Logan filled my throat.

It was like rain on parched land. Like gulping down cold water after panting in the heat, a refreshing pleasure spread through me.

I collapsed, gasping for breath and laughing. If Logan hadn’t been holding my head, I would have fallen flat on the floor.

My face was flushed, and I laughed while drooling. I must have looked insane, but Logan, looking down at me, blushed.

“⋯Let’s take the rest to the bed.”

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. Having had a satisfying meal, I nodded with my body slumped. My hunger had somewhat subsided.

But it seemed Logan was just getting started. Judging by how excited he looked, he’d probably go at least three more times.

Which meant I could fill my stomach three more times. I should beg for some blood too. It had been a while since I last tasted his blood.

Since today was a day of rebirth, wouldn’t it be okay to raise a toast?

Thrown onto the bed, I lay beneath him, panting and having such wicked thoughts.

“Hah, ah⋯! Logan, hng.”

He nibbled on my earlobe, leaving red marks on my neck. Not just there, but also on my chest, shoulders, armpits, and even the tops of my feet, he bit and sucked, leaving bruises.

Logan wasn’t a zombie, so I didn’t know why he was eating me. Maybe he was getting back at me for sucking so hard.

When he felt close to climax, he moved up over my face. Now he was a good Logan who fed me without needing to be begged.

“Open your mouth.”

I opened my mouth like a baby bird and swallowed his cum. Feeling unsatisfied and craving more, I licked my lips and looked up at him.

It would be nice if he gave me some blood too. When should I ask? Maybe when he’s in a good mood.

I grinned while gauging his reaction. Unaware of my devious thoughts, Logan stroked my head with a loving gaze.

My heart melted warmly. I felt better than just being full. I wished he would stroke me all day, that ticklish feeling.

As soon as he let go, I chased after him, rubbing my cheek against him.

“Hng, do it more.”

“Alright.”

He misunderstood and lifted my thigh. My leg went up, folding my waist like a laptop.

“Ah, no. Not that. I meant the stroking.”

I struggled, but his cock was already inside. Why is he so virile? We just did it, isn’t he tired?

My legs shook as he roughly thrust into my wet hole. Panting with a face that looked like I might pass out, I thought.

By the way, when are we going to escape? I’ll be up all night at this rate.

* * *

In the early morning, when the fog was thick.

Logan left the house to get a big truck and returned on a yellow school bus. It seemed to have been modified, with iron bars welded onto every window.

“Where did you get this from?”

“I stole it from work. It’s used when we go out to hunt zombies, so it’s sturdier than an armored car.”

He confessed his theft with surprising confidence. He seemed proud of himself for finding such a strong and large getaway vehicle, as his face was filled with satisfaction.

“Yeah, it looks sturdy and good… Hmm, well, good job. It’s cute and cool.”

Although I was worried about what would happen next, I didn’t say anything and loaded the stuff.

I packed clothes, food, a gas burner, lighter, portable water purifier, guns, and bullets—everything we needed to survive, along with sleeping bags and blankets.

When I saw Logan coming out with a mattress, I put my hand on my waist.

“Do we really need that? There’s no room for a mattress.”

“It’s necessary. If we remove about four seats from the back, it’ll fit.”

Despite my objections, Logan squeezed the mattress into the bus. Since there was no time to remove the seats, he laid it horizontally in the back.

I didn’t like the mattress taking up the narrow aisle, but Logan proudly started explaining his vehicle remodeling plans.

“I’m turning the back into a bedroom, and the middle part will be the kitchen. We just need to remove the sink and weld it.”

“I guess we’ll need to rob some empty houses on the way.”

It looked like he was planning to turn the yellow school bus into a camper van. I decided to help him with the empty house robberies as his assistant.

We decided to gather the missing supplies on the way and got into the bus. He sat in the driver’s seat, and I sat on the student seat, which was uncomfortably stiff.

It felt like I was going to school after a long time. Although we weren’t heading to school, but to the zombie-infested West.

“Do you think the zombies will bite me? The lab said I’m almost like a zombie.”

“Hmm, let’s ask a zombie on the way.”

“Do I look tasty? I really don’t want to talk to a zombie though.”

I burst into laughter and shook my head. Logan seemed to find it ridiculous too, as his shoulders shrugged.

He started the engine. He was leaving the safe zone to save me, but Logan had no hesitation at all.

The house we had been staying in gradually grew distant. I could see the neighbor across the street peeking out from behind their curtain, looking outside.

Maybe they’re happy that the zombie neighbors are finally leaving. Fine, they can be happy.

The troublesome neighbors are now leaving, heading away from the safe East to the dangerous West.

Don’t worry about them coming back. Even if Logan does come back, there won’t be any disgusting zombies then. That’s just the feeling I had.

Through the windows, with iron bars blocking the view, the faint morning sun rose.

As the fog cleared, the green fields appeared. We had completely left the residential area behind.

There was no need to check the map or signs. There was no predetermined destination. We just had to go in one direction, and that was it.

After passing through the large city and driving for a while, we came across high walls and a guard post. It seemed they were keeping watch to prevent zombies from crossing into the safe zone.

When we arrived at the guard post, I hid my body in the empty space under the seat, and Logan rolled down the driver’s side window to greet them.

“Good work.”

A guard inside the bulletproof guard post stuck his head out.

“Are you going alone?”

“I’m just going to pick up some research samples ordered by the lab. I’ll catch just a few zombies and come back.”

“Ah, understood. Please don’t go too far. We’ve heard reports that a group of refugees 50km to the west were infected. They say the number is quite large.”

“Yes, we’ll be careful.”

The guard opened the gate for us, and Logan easily passed through the checkpoint. He mentioned that he often crossed the border with the guards, so they didn’t suspect him.

Once we were far enough from the guard post, I peeked my head out. Seeing the soldiers patrolling with rifles on the wall made my heart skip a beat.

If they had decided to inspect the vehicle, I would have been a goner.

“Why are they standing there with rifles? You said there aren’t many zombies around here.”

“These days, stopping the refugees is more of a problem. There are refugees crossing the border and making their way here.”

“Why would they come all the way here? Isn’t it dangerous?”

“There’s a rumor that a cure is being developed in the East. They probably think this place is a utopia.”

But there was no such thing as a perfect utopia. While zombies were kept at bay, there was a food shortage. Crops grown in the vast farmlands had vanished in an instant.

With the food shortage, they couldn’t just take in outsiders without hesitation. Moreover, people infected with the zombie virus might sneak in, so for the safety of the citizens, outsiders were being let in minimally.

“How did we get in then? They wouldn’t have let us in because of me, right?”

“To produce the cure, they need antibodies from immune people. That’s why you were brought in.”

“We went through all this trouble to get into the utopia, and now we’re leaving because of me.”

“To be more accurate, you came in because of me, but now we’re leaving because living here isn’t all that great.”

He seemed calm, but I didn’t feel the same way.

The road stretching to the horizon felt heavy and lonely.

If I were to leave, and Logan were to run endlessly down this lonely road alone… Just imagining it made my heart ache.

I didn’t know why I kept thinking that Logan would end up alone. I wasn’t a zombie yet, and there was still plenty of medicine left.

‘I’m fine, I’m okay. I’m perfectly fine. That doctor was a quack.’

I could hold on. I would stay by Logan’s side until the end, so he wouldn’t feel lonely or desolate. I was still human.

“Logan.”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s not go too far. Just to the outskirts of the west. We can always come back.”

“Doesn’t seem likely.”

“But you never know. We might have a huge fight or something. Or maybe we’ll get tired of each other and want to meet other people.”

“⋯You think I’ll get tired of you?”

Logan’s brow furrowed as he glared at me. His expression was full of betrayal, as if he couldn’t believe I’d say something so cruel.

“It’s just a hypothetical.”

“Even if I got tired of you, you couldn’t leave.”

“Who said anything about leaving? It’s just an example.”

“Don’t even dream of living without me. It’s not possible.”

Of course, I wouldn’t. I was barely staving off my hunger by feeding on Logan.

I’m talking about you, Logan. Get a grip. How long are you going to cling to me?

A sudden rebellious thought crossed my mind, but I quickly erased it. Let’s not dwell on ominous thoughts. Words can become seeds, after all.

Forcing a smile, I hugged his shoulder as he drove. I rubbed my cheek against the back of his neck, trying to calm my uneasy heart.

“⋯You’re right. I couldn’t last a day without you. Where else would I find someone as handsome and delicious as you? You’re all I have.”

“It feels like you emphasized the word ‘delicious’ more.”

He answered curtly, but he seemed to soften at my words, a small smile creeping onto his face.

The curve of his lips and the dimple on his cheek, along with his affectionate eyes, were stunning.

You’re so amazing that I can’t let go. I don’t want to leave your radiantly happy side, so I’m desperately holding onto you.

Deep in my heart, a dark sense of crisis and anxiety was sprouting, making my head spin, but I stubbornly ignored it and reassured myself that everything was fine.

I’m deceiving myself and pretending to be okay for you. Isn’t that really cunning and despicable?