Don't Pick Up the Male Lead in the Apocalypse - Chapter 14
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The day quickly turned to night. Slowing down, the man drove down a main road and into a village.
The atmosphere of the village, with no lights on, was eerily silent.
He parked the car at the entrance of the village and grabbed a few items from the trunk.
Following his gesture to come quietly, I walked behind him, muffling my footsteps.
He surveyed the exteriors of a few houses before heading into one.
“Looks empty, but you never know until you go in.”
Mulling over his words from before we got out of the car, a subtle tension crept up on me.
I stood behind him as he picked the lock, keeping watch around us, as if to protect him. The only sound was the faint rustle of the wind.
Click. Before turning the unlocked doorknob, he looked back at me.
“Don’t fall behind me.”
“Okay.”
Following him into the house, we inspected every corner of both floors. Only after a thorough check of the second floor did he set down his rifle.
“I don’t think there’s anyone here. We’ll stay here tonight.”
“Can we light a fire?”
“Just keep it dim.”
We had to block the windows to prevent any light from leaking out.
Approaching the window to draw the curtains, I found them already sealed with paper and fabric. Staring at the tightly covered window, he came to stand beside me.
“At night, many things roam around looking for loot.”
He added that explanation, assuming I was unaware of why the windows were so heavily covered.
I knew. The dangers of this world’s night weren’t just the cold.
Survival meant lawless individuals and starving, ferocious creatures roamed freely, trampling on others’ lives without a second thought.
I calmly closed the curtains.
“I was already tired, it’s good that they were already up. Saves me the trouble.”
“I thought you’d be scared out of your mind… But I like your positivity.”
He was unpacking the items he had placed on the table. His head was bowed, his bangs fluttering slightly on his forehead.
I tiptoed to his side.
“What about the rest? Don’t you like anything else?”
“You’re tired, so why don’t you go away?”
“Ooh~”
Wishing we could get along for the time being since we’re stuck together.
His expression remained cold as ice. It wouldn’t surprise me if I woke up to find him gone.
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I knew that I was hoping against hope, but as expected, there was no hot water in the abandoned house.
But still, a cold shower after shivering all day in the cold seemed too harsh.
It was a hassle, but after boiling water several times for a warm bath, it finally felt like I was coming home to rest.
Emerging from the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around my head, sporting a thoroughly satisfied expression, I found him sitting squarely in front of the bathroom, lost in thought.
“Mom!* F*ck, you scared me!”
(T/N: For those who might think this is odd, many Koreans often call out ‘Eomma’ (mom/mommy) when they get startled by something.)
I squealed, startled, thinking he was an intruder. He lazily lifted his gaze.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do? Why go scaring people like that?”
“I was timing how long you’d take to shower. How much of your day do you spend there? Don’t you think it’s a waste?”
Whether I take a short shower or die in there, what’s it to him? Just when I had enjoyed a warm, pleasant shower, here he was picking a fight.
Annoyed, I glared at him, and he stood up, came over, and flicked my still-damp cheek lightly with his finger.
“Ouch.”
“Move.”
Where did he just touch me?
Pushing past me in the hallway in front of the bathroom, he nudged me aside as he passed. My scowl deepened at his dismissive look, ‘as if you’re something significant.’
My glare lingered on him as he passed by.
‘Huh?’
Seeing my furrowed brow, I noticed a dagger at his waist and a gun in his hand.
Could it be…
‘Did he stand guard while I showered?’
Yes, that must be it.You’re completely defenseless while showering, perhaps he stayed here out of concern, ensuring my safety throughout…
“Pffft.”
Hearing me, he paused at the bathroom door and turned back.
“Done with your shower? Then go away.”
“……”
Right, I should just go away.
Stop drinking kimchi stew, me.*
(T/N: the text ‘김칫국 그만 들이키자’ translates to ‘stop drinking kimchi stew’ which is an expression that roughly translates to ‘stop thinking useless things’ or ‘stop daydreaming.’ In Gen Z terms, ‘stop being so delulu’ or ‘delulu is not the solulu’)
I vigorously dried my wet hair with the towel, trying to snap back to reality.
