A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 151

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If I had watched Praha get pushed down by zombies right before my eyes.
If I had seen him fall helplessly toward dozens of zombies with their mouths gaping open below.
What would I have been like then?
‘I made such a fuss over worrying after hearing just one prophecy.’
Why didn’t I consider the opposite scenario?
Praha would worry about me exactly as much as I worry about him.
Or perhaps even more than that—
‘I was being selfish.’
When I burst out of the Cleaning Supply Cabinet for Pochacha’s sake, was there truly no desire to show something to others?
That I’m not a villainess or a burden to others, that my magic isn’t magic meant to torment but magic meant to save—
That it’s not so strange for Praha to care for me.
Though I’ve said many times that others’ opinions don’t matter, perhaps deep down I harbored a desire to prove myself.
Without considering the feelings of those around me who might be hurt by such pointless validation.
Arrogantly assuming I possessed every skill needed to survive even this fall.
‘…At the very least, I should have told him about the red stone beforehand.’
I shouldn’t have shown him falling alone before his eyes.
“…Yusara?”
Praha rushed toward me desperately upon seeing me rise from among the corpses.
He sprang up and ran toward me without hesitation, but his knees buckled and he stumbled.
Praha’s shoes, which didn’t check the ground at all, trampled carelessly through pools of zombie blood and severed limbs.
Having rushed toward me so blindly like a child, he hesitated once he actually reached me, unable to act.
Praha, who had extended his arms as if to pull me into an embrace, suddenly flinched and hid his hands behind his back.
“…They’re filthy.”
Even as his mind seemed half-gone, he spoke of how his hands were too dirty to touch me.
But I was just as filthy.
I had crawled through the dusty Ventilation Duct and just risen from among the corpses.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I pulled Praha, whose lips trembled as if from cold, into my embrace first.
The moment our skin touched, Praha shuddered.
“You’re truly alive….”
That you….
Praha’s voice that followed was too faint for me to be certain of what I heard.
I wrapped Praha’s arms, which still couldn’t bring themselves to touch me, around my back.
“…I’m sorry.”
I reflected on my weakness while resting my face against his shallow breathing.
‘Like some feeble modern person who can’t even defeat a few zombies.’
Does it feel good making the man you care for finally cry?
Every tear Praha shed now was entirely my responsibility.
“I’m truly sorry.”
Even now, a faint scent of soap mixed with sweat emanated from Praha, a body warmth that seemed to linger somewhere along his defined collarbone.
The warmth of body heat against my cheeks and hands, the rhythm of breathing, the texture of skin.
Praha’s hesitant hand slowly patted my back.
Only then did Praha, seeming to have calmed down, ask quietly.
“…You.”
“…Yes.”
“Is there perhaps a man you have feelings for?”
“….”
Out of nowhere?
“What if there is?”
“I’ll turn him into a zombie.”
“What?”
I doubted my ears.
Had I not woken up safely… but already died and become a zombie?
Am I dreaming right now?
I lifted my head from where it had been buried between Praha’s shirt. Our eyes met immediately, as if he had been looking down at me all along. His orange eyes were calm.
“It will be easy. We can just make it look like an accident.”
But his words suggested otherwise.
Only then did I realize that Praha had not responded with “it’s fine” to my apology.
The trembling hands had stilled, but the heartbeat I felt against my cheek remained unstable.
“I really will do it.”
Even so, that’s going too far….
“Listen. You’re the Crown Prince.”
I scolded him with the meaning that since I was wrong, he should come to his senses.
“Yes. But now I intend to live like garbage.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“….”
“Someone throws themselves off a rooftop into a horde of zombies on a whim, so turning someone else into a zombie is hardly surprising.”
“…I’m really sorry.”
I was in the wrong.
“But it wasn’t as though I had no plan at all. How I managed to survive, how this all came to be….”
“That doesn’t matter.”
Praha cut me off, grinding his teeth so hard I could hear the sound.
“I’m not curious about your reckless schemes.”
With that, Praha pulled me into a tight embrace before releasing me.
“Cough!”
It was only a brief moment, yet the force was strong enough to make me cough.
Strangely, Praha, whose eyes had been wild, returned to normal at that single cough.
Praha, startled, examined me.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, well. I think it would be quite fine as long as no one mentions how someone lives like garbage.”
Living like garbage is not acceptable.
You only get one life—you must live it earnestly, faithfully, and to the best of your ability.
Though I suppose I’m living mine twice now….
“I apologize. I failed to control my strength.”
“No, I’m the one who should apologize. I was wrong.”
“I was more wrong.”
“That’s not true. I was more wrong.”
“No. I was more.”
“Hmm.”
“….”
“Shall we say you were both equally at fault?”
It was the moment I smiled and looked up at him.
“Yusara!”
Cyprus’s voice came from beside us.
When I turned my head, I saw Cyprus rushing toward me, covered in blood.
“Cyprus!”
The moment I tried to break free from Praha’s embrace and move toward Cyprus, Praha spun his body halfway around while still holding me.
Cyprus, who was approaching, became hidden behind Praha’s frame.
“….”
I was left speechless by such childish behavior.
In the meantime, Cyprus had already reached me.
His brilliant golden hair was in complete disarray.
I was preparing to apologize to Cyprus, who was clearly exhausted from his ordeal.
“As expected.”
“…?”
As expected?
“The children are in the First Floor Dining Hall. We locked the door leading to the Basement with a key we found among the zombies. Tangerine and Yujein are watching over them.”
Yujein was crying so much that Tangerine took her away for a bit, Cyprus added calmly.
He didn’t say a single word like “How are you alive?” or “What have you done?” He didn’t ask anything.
He simply conveyed the current situation peacefully.
“Pochacha is there too.”
An attitude as if nothing had happened.
Even Praha looked at Cyprus as if something was strange, but Cyprus remained composed.
I responded awkwardly for now.
“…Well… that’s good? So the City is safe now?”
The zombies wandering through the Castle seem to have all been dealt with… and the rest are trapped in the Basement, right?
“No. There’s one problem.”
“What problem?”
“Zombies have spread to the City outside the Castle.”
“…That means….”
“This city surrounded by walls has become a city of the undead. The only safe zone is here.”
Cyprus shrugged.
“The situation has reversed from before.”
“….”
“We’re trapped inside this castle.”
* * *
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Swear it. If you don’t, I’ll tie Yusara up myself and send her to the Capital.”
Yujein, speaking without a stammer and shrieking loudly. Tangerine, rarely serious and visibly angry.
Especially seeing me return alive—though I’d never actually died—Yujein’s reaction was nearly hysterical.
I felt so sorry that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
“Hic….”
“Why are you crying again….”
Watching Yujein cry so hard, I felt tears welling up too, and we embraced and wept together for a moment.
Tangerine’s nose seemed to twitch as well, though she insisted it was just her allergies.
“So I had a plan all along….”
“Don’t think about it!”
“Yes.”
‘I thought people would be curious about how I survived….’
Everyone was only interested in correcting my reckless actions, not at all curious about ‘how I managed to survive and avoid the undead.’
Whatever method it was, they said I must never use it again.
My grand resolve to reveal my secret by showing the red stone when the group asked was rendered meaningless.
‘Still, I need to tell Praha.’
Once Praha’s heartbreaking, puffy eyes subsided a little….
“Ah, I understand…. I’ll swear it.”
“Write a contract.”
After Tangerine extracted my promise, heard my oath, stamped it, and even made copies, it was finally Pochacha’s turn, who had been lying on the Dining Room floor.
“Thank you for saving me! Really, thank you! But how did you save me? What did you do to me?!”
‘At least she’s curious about the ‘how.”
“It’s my ability. I can control people.”
“That’s insane!”
“Wow!”
I glanced nervously while explaining, worried it might be creepy, but Pochacha, Melon, Muffin, Cheese, and even Cheese’s Younger Sibling all opened their mouths and applauded.
‘That’s insane,’ huh.
You’re an MZ generation noble.
“So what do we do now?”
How do we escape this city? We can’t just sit here on the Dining Room floor forever.
“Right. Fly out?”
Cyprus laughed. He still hadn’t said a single word of interrogation, threat, or complaint to me.
“So right now, we’re trapped in a small circle within the zombies’ circle, aren’t we?”
“That’s correct!”
“Ugh.”
I’d either need to sprout wings and fly out of here, or start inventing an airplane from scratch.
‘A salaryman turned into a taxidermied specimen…’
I rubbed my chin in contemplation before speaking.
“Should we ride Elephant out of here?”
Prince Ali↗
[Sodom Castle Dining Room]
-Yusara, Praha, Cyprus, Yujein, Tangerine, MZ12345(Survived)

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