06/25/2026 Asa - Resexdent Evil

Clang. Clang.

Can’s clinking, box rustling, and winds blowing. Just another random sound for a random guy like you, but you’re used to it.

You’re at a ruined convenience store near the skirts of Gangnam, and there’s no one around you. Shelves lay overturned. Blood had long since turned black on the tiled floor. Outside, abandoned cars clogged the road beneath Gangnam's silent skyline.

Why?

Because an apocalypse ridded all of them, not just them, the whole world got rocked by a sudden zombie apocalypse.

“Shit, expired.” You took a can of apple juice from a sealed box.

“But I guess it’s better to poop than to die of hunger.” You took it anyway.

You’re still alive even though your survival instincts are somehow worse than a sunfish's. Let’s say you’re lucky. Extremely lucky, to the point that you haven’t been chased once by those zombies. You’ve used your battle royale skills, camp.

“Is there anything here that’s useful?” You looked around, but were still aware not to cause any noise that may attract those lifeless monsters.

But you learned how to adapt to this dangerous world. As you roam around and look for something to eat.

You’re carrying a Remington 870 as a main.

That’s… what you always saw in movies and games. You’re not an expert; you’re just relying on what you saw, read, and played.

You figured shotguns work better at close range since you noticed those zombies are, thankfully, somewhat slow; you don't have to shoot at them if you can outrun them. Slugs are easier to find as well as ammunition stores rather than complex rifle bullets, based on your experience when you find your armory.

Along with the shotgun, you’re carrying a pair of Glock-19s on both sides of your vest. They’re light and high-capacity, making them perfect for emergency switches rather than reloading your Remington midway through a fight.

“Wooh… ha– nothing?” You took a deep breath before entering the back storage of the store. It’s dark and dusty, and somehow it reminds you of a game where the main character first encounters a zombie in the same back storage.

You carefully looked for something useful, your heart racing as you wished no one would suddenly pop out of nowhere.

“I hate this.” You grabbed the ESEE-4 knife from your left thigh, the only weapon that wouldn't echo through the store. 

You wanted to keep it quiet for some reason, so using your Glock and Remington is not your first option. It’s also better to reserve some ammo.

You took a careful step, one after another, with the knife in your right hand while the other held a heavy-duty flashlight.

“Fuck.” A rotting smell hit your senses, something that could make anyone puke.

“...”

“S-s-shit.” You cursed, quietly as you could.

What you saw terrifies you, enough to send chills down your entire body.

“Rahhgh—” Two zombies are feasting on a ruptured body. They kept crunching the corpse's limbs.

“...”

You've got to run.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

You accidentally knocked a can from a shelf when you took a step back, and what is worse is that it caught the zombie's attention.

“Shit, m-m-move!” You want to run, but your legs don’t cooperate.

The actual thing is a hundred times scarier than games and movies. This is where being inexperienced will cost you.

You haven’t been chased by them, and now they will.

“RAHHHH!”

“GRAAHHH!”

The two zombies shout the moment they see you, but their appearance added something to the horror; both of them were old and toothless!!

“AHHHHHH!!!” You shout as well, screw the sneaky tactics.

The panic got you as you kicked repeatedly, trying to re-ignite your survival skills.

As you kept wiggling, the zombies stood up and came to you… limping? Those motherfucking zombies are injured and assisting one another to walk.

This is your time to shine and fight— but the knife slips from your hand,

“AHHHH!! DON’T FUCKING EAT ME! YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED YOUR MEAL YET!” You point at the corpse they’re feasting on earlier.

“...”

To your surprise, they look at where you point.

“...”

“RAAHHH!!” There they went again, limping together as they were distracted for a moment.

“AHHHH!!” You scream in sync with them.

Clumsily, you reached for the Glocks resting on your vest and aimed them at them.

“Rest well, zombies.” You pulled the trigger.

Click.

“Huuhh?”

“Waahh?”

Click. Click.

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!?” Your Glocks are unloaded.

Your fear overrides your mind to the point that you forget that all your guns are unloaded. The reason why? It’s because you’re a scaredy cat and a novice with gun handling that you’re scared it might accidentally pop while it’s on your back or inside your vest.

“Rahh–ahhh! UGH!” One of the zombies tripped, and it brought the other zombie down. Two zombies are down in a single slip.

The first zombie fell and got her head pierced by a poking metal pole; that’s instant death.

But one more remains, and it’s close.

So near, it bit you on your ankle!

“AHHHH!”

“...”

“Huh?”

There’s nothing, not even pain.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You kicked its face, too strong, it broke its fragile neck.

“No! I’m turning! I’m turning— huh? Not even a scratch–”

“RAHHh!” The last zombie is still alive, and looking at you, the landscape.

There, you realize the reason that saved you, as you already know, those fucking zombies are toothless!

“FUCKING— ZOMBIE!” You picked up your knife and stabbed it through its head, killing it.

“Haaa… haa….” You can’t believe what just happened; you got lucky all over again.

You looked at them, the two old toothless zombies.

“So that’s why they’re feasting on a rotten corpse… since they can't chew something fresh.” You gather your remaining strength to stand up.

You decided not to pick up your knife since it grossed you out, but before moving back, you decisively loaded all your guns just in case there’s more.

“Gramps, sorry, but if you need to know, I’m one of the respectful kids at our block.” You felt sorry for the two; it’s not their will to turn; they’re just victims like anyone else.

You regained your composure, fixing your gear and putting more focus on your fighting spirit. The same thing shouldn’t happen again, or else luck won’t save you anymore.

You exhaled——

“Fuck! That rotten corpse— let’s get out of here.” Exhaling deeply is not a good idea,

You rest your afternoon looking for food, scavenging the ruined convenience store for luck. After you gather enough food for a week, you put it in your shopping cart. Using a car may have caught their attention, so you choose a quieter option, though you need to be fast or else you’ll be a food yourself.

“One more hour and the sun will set; I'd better hurry.” You muttered.

After securing the ties and ropes in your cart, you sprayed a lubricant on its caster wheels for smooth and quiet operation.

“All set, let’s go.” You pushed it, carefully but faster.

You’re still three kilometers away from your hideout. The convenience store near your place is already flipped upside down, you have already swept everything usual around there, so you have no choice but to search farther than you used to.

“Haa…. haa…” Pushing a cart three kilometers away is a very exhausting activity, not to mention the weight of the food.

“Shit… but it’s already halfway, another half coming.” You use your own words to push yourself, encouraging survival.

You pushed endlessly, weaving through the blocks of broken cars. The distance is not the only concern right now, but also the sun. The streets are far scarier at night; it’s dark and hopeless.

Unlike zombie games you played, where scenarios occurred during the apocalypse, the actual world is set a few months after it. So no more burning cars which give light, no more electricity to keep the street running automatically, and no more working batteries.

“Finally, the hide—” Hope shines over you the moment you see the house you’re staying at.

“UOOGHHH!” A noise coming out of nowhere— no, it was near, behind you!

“W-w-what the!?” Instinctively, you pushed your cart faster.

Stomp. Stomp.

“S-s-shit!” Your heart beats faster.

The way you heard it, it must be something massive.

Stomp. Stomp.

You ran and ran, a few more meters away. Every step you take, every stomp you hear.

“ARGHGH!!” You tripped, for godsake; the timing’s not really agreeing with you well.

“RAHHHH!”

“AWAHHHH!”

You heard zombies this time, and the noise caught their attention as you expected.

“Run!” Your feet crisscrossed as you tried to push your cart with you.

You can’t leave your cart; you’ll die of hunger instead.

“FUCK!”

You kept pushing, twenty meters away.

“SHIT! SHIT!”

Ten meters away.

“RAHHHHHH!”

“BRAAHHH!”

Five meters—  too close—

“AHHHGHGH!” You stopped, purposely.

Your hideout’s open.

Your hideout isn’t actually the house, but the basement. There’s a separate entry that is located in the garden. But… It's open.

You remember closing it thoroughly.

“RAAHHH!!”

The zombies are coming; you'd better hide before they’re aware of your presence!

“Shit!” You pushed your cart inside the basement entry, went in, and locked the door from the inside.

“Haa… shit.” The way you rushed inside made a very audible noise.

Whoever is inside your hideout surely hears you.

Chack-chack 

You cocked your Remington. You’re not taking that noise issue safety anymore since zombies don’t know how to unlock a door; it’s definitely someone, a human.

“Come out.” You carefully called it out, taking a step, aiming your shotgun straight.

“...”

You ignited the torch that you skilfully crafted, giving the place the much-needed light. It runs on alcohol and gasoline, tailored for longer use than a resource-consuming.

“...”

You kept looking, heart beating fast, while fear started to take over your body.

The basement’s not that big, just hundreds of square meters, enough for three to four rooms for different purposes.

“What the— there’s no one.” Upon looking for the intruder, you found nothing.

Not even a single hair.

“Did it just rob and go away? It must have been looking for something to loot.” You concluded that, because it left the door open, it must have just run away.

“I worried for nothing.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead before moving back to where your cart was.

Clang. Clang.

You’re arranging the stuff you got from your latest looting. Crushed biscuits, hardened chocolates, a bunch of noodles, boxes of water bottles, and expired apple juices. There are also some necessary things you need, such as flashlight batteries and hygiene-related items.

“Noodles… underwear… water—”

Shuck-shick.

That sound- it’s a gun.

“...”

You stopped moving; someone’s behind you, and you knew you were fucked up!

“Haa… w-w-what do you want?” You stuttered and were scared for your life.

You’re not used to fighting zombies, but that doesn’t mean you’re used to fighting humans!

“...”

It wasn’t saying anything; instead, a cold metal brushed your nape.

“WAHHH!! No! Don’t kill me!” That metal is the gun barrel.

You started praying to all the gods you know, praying for your safety but also praying that they’ll accept you into heaven if your life was about to end this night.

“Hmm, why do you sound so scared?” It talked.

It’s a she; she’s a woman!

“W-w-what?” Obviously, you’re scared since there’s a gun pointed at your nape!

“Remington 870… Glock-19… Engineered lighting system and a well-planned looting system… you’re not an ordinary guy, so drop the act and stop playing scared.” She enumerates all the things you did.

She’s observed you before making a move; that’s not normal behaviour.

“Sneaking in a-a-and analyzing someone in just a f-few minutes? You’re not an ordinary girl… so drop the g-gun since I’m really scared!” You’re trembling in fear; you could piss through your pants if this continues.

“...”

“What’s your name?” She calmly asked you.

“M-me? I’m…” You stopped for a moment, thinking thoroughly if she had something to see at your hideout that speaks your real name, but there’s none.

“I’m Leon—” The name of your favorite protagonist.

“Liar.”

Tick.

That soft tick… she just switched the gun’s safety, enough to pump your fear to another level. Is it full auto? Semi? Or single fire? Anyway, a bullet is a bullet; you’ll die for sure.

“OKAY! OKAY! SORRY! I’m F/N! Okay!?” You wonder how the fuck she knew you were lying.

“Okay, it matches the name engraved on your Remington.”

“...”

Your gun, the one that is supposed to save you, almost caused your death!

“Fuck.” You muttered.

“One more thing, are you infected?”

“N-n-no. Thankfully.” Almost- if it wasn’t a toothless zombie earlier, you could’ve turned already.

“...”

“...”

The silence is killing you; it’s torture.

“Okay.” She pulled the gun off, the cold barrel tip left your nape.

You heard a chair scraping the concrete floor; she must’ve taken a seat.

You took it as a go-signal to turn around and face her; fighting is not an option since you figured out she’s skilled; it might only get you killed for real.

“I—uhhh— Wow. Beautiful. Hot. Prett— sorry.” Your words are pure compliments, built for her beauty.

The jet black short hair, refined nose bridge, chiselled jawline to perfection, and gorgeous, sharp eyes. Her beauty is basically telling you to kneel, even though you just saw her for the first time. Her selection of dress is top-notch as well, a single red dress that’s short enough on her upper thighs, elegant.

She looked so royal, no one deserved someone like her—

“Wait… Why the fuck did I think something like that?” You muttered, Her beauty is like a poison; she made you instantly think something you should not be thinking at that moment.

“What?” She crossed her legs, then her arms.

“Nothing.” You walked to the nearest chair beside her.

Should you act friendly? No,

Should you act scared? Maybe, but you should not show her that she had control over you–

“You have water bottles, I guess. I’m thirsty.”

“Yes!” You hurriedly grabbed one of those water bottles you looted earlier.

It’s too late now; she has control over you. The mix of admiration and fear is one you never thought possible.

“...”

You watched her drink, the way her neck moves on every gulp, it makes you thirsty as well.

This is not healthy.

This is not you; it’s… simping.

“Hmm? What?” She noticed you were staring at her,

Outside, rain started to pour.

“W-what's your name?” You’re curious about the name of the dangerous lady in front of you.

“...”

As you thought, she’s not going to say it; she might be like that girl in the same zombie video game. Ada–

“Asa.”

“Huh!?”

“What?”

“Asa… Asa Wong!?” The way her name sounds is like the one who is just in your mind at the same moment.

“Wrong.” She shook her head.

“Asa Wrong?” Close, it’s so close! You’re really excited, what a simp you are.

“No, you idiot.” Even the way she insults you sounds expensive and charming. “I’m Asa, Asa Enami, a Japanese who happened to be here in South Korea when the apocalypse occurred. Now I can’t go back.” She added.

“So, what are you really doing right here?” You wonder if she’s roaming around or looking for another hideout.

“I’m looking for another hideout, and this place… is not it.” She answered with a long pause after scanning your place.

But her answer is almost identical to what you’re thinking, as if she can read your mind. You’re not that dense, even though you almost simp on her. You start to doubt her; she came from Japan, but she can speak Korean like a native? What is she? Is she kind of a spy–

“You have a lot of questions running in your mind, do you?” Asa chuckled, stroking her gun with her delicate fingers.

“I-I do.” You gulped; she might shoot you down if you asked her more questions.

“Don’t be tense. First, I can’t disclose to you what I am doing here in Korea, but I can tell you that it has something to do with the apocalypse.” She switched across her legs— as Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct. “I was tasked to investigate some biological experimentations happening inside South Korea, inside the Umbrell—”

“Umbrella!? I knew there was something fishy about that pharmaceutical company! Copying the company name from a video game, and they said it’s for fun? For fun, my ass! They even built a mini-pharma in front of our school, and since then, there have been lots of weird things going on, like never-ending diseases—”

Asa just quietly watches you with her eyes squinted. She looks mad. Is it because you cut her or because you said something that caught her attention?

“School? Pharma?” She tilts her head from left to right on every word.

“I— uhh…” Did you really say something wrong? You bet you did.

“Interesting.” She stood up and closed the gap between you and her. She’s towering over you since you remained seated. “Come with me. Bring me to where that school and pharma were.” She added, moving past you and walking through the door.

“W-what if I don’t want to?” The risk is too high since it’s quite far, and zombies are lurking around.

“It’s your choice.” She smiled, “You heard that gigantic stomp earlier, right? That monster is not alone; they move in groups… I don’t know if I should tell you this, but okay, someone’s controlling them, and we need to find it out, and who knows? We may put an end to all of this.” She continued.

“We?” You’re involved in it the moment you meet her; it’s unavoidable.

It took time for you to process. It sounds absurd, but it’s all possible: a zombie apocalypse and a company controlling it? Sounds like a video game, but it’s reality.

“Yes, we.” The way she said “We” echoes in your head. If it’s a normal day without zombies, hearing it from a fine lady like her is a dream.

“...”

She chuckled, and that snapped you.

“W-what?”

“Men.” Asa grinned.

“W-what? Listen, as long as I want to help or end this… It’s unrealistic for me to join you. First, you’re trained, and I’m not. Second, I’m scared, and you’re not. There are still a lot more… but all of that is our differences… we’re different.” It’s the reality that’s hard to ignore.

“You’re overthinking, do you think I’ll ask you to come with me just because you know where that school and pharma were?” She crossed her arms and looked at your eyes sincerely, “It’s because I saw potential. Look at this place, do you think other people can do what you did? Engineering a lighting system from scratch, setting up a looting system enough to keep you alive for months, and arming yourself with weapons, I suppose you choose what fits you.” She added.

“I… get it, but other people will definitely think the way I do if it’s for their survival.” You clutched your fist, remembering how you struggled at first, you’re just a hopeless senior student who lost everything and scrambled everywhere for survival.

“I doubt that, if everyone thinks the way you do… they should still be alive, right? But you’re the only one who’s kicking, you know that.” Asa’s words are pure facts.

The way she encourages you is different; she backs her words with facts and information, she’s not just telling you to join her with twisted words.

“So, come with me.” Asa smiled and turned around to face the door.

“Right now?” You blinked multiple times.

“...”

“...”

“No, idiot. Tomorrow. It’s dark, and it’s hard to move.” She got a point. How fucked up your thinking right now.

“Yeah.” You muttered and watched her unlock the door, and opened it.

The way your heart is beating is disturbing; the reason is her dress. The way it slid up on her every step— it’s hypnotizing you to the point you stare at it, and even on her ass.

“Should I encourage you more? Just to make sure you’ll really come.” She stopped her tracks and turned sideways enough to face you.

“Huh?”

“I noticed you kept staring at my legs and ass.” Her smile disappeared and her eyes turned sharp as a blade.

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to, I… I’m sorry!” You bowed, 90 degrees. You even thought of kneeling at that moment, or should you?

Is it your end?

“Men, seriously.” She sighed, “Stand up.” She ordered.

“Yes!” You straightened up and gave your best to look at her eyes— you couldn’t.

“It’s fine, just stare. I understand how men work, and I can’t blame you. I’m the only woman you've seen since the apocalypse started, right?”

“Y-yes…” You had no idea what she was saying, but it sounds like she’ll keep you alive, and that’s what matters.

“In fact, I said that I’ll encourage you more…”

“Gulped.”

“If you really like my thighs, my ass, my face… me…” She chuckled before continuing, “I might let you hit it.” Asa turned around and started walking away.

“...”

Will she really let you hit it? Her thighs, her as—

“W-w-what do you mean by that!?” You refused to believe it, though your dick started to harden.

“...”

She stopped, again.

“Once all this is done, don’t you think we’re responsible for reviving mankind?”

She left a question and disappeared.

“...”

“We’re populating Korea?” You shook your head, still refusing to believe it.

“RAAHHH!!”

“GRAAHHHH!”

“Oh fuck, zombies!”

You rushed back inside the basement and locked the door.

A lot happened in just a night; there’s a lot of information to process. A spy, a company culprit, and repopulating?

“Does that mean we’ll have to… We’ll have to sex, right?” You and Asa having sex, do you think it’s possible? Or she just said it just to persuade you?

The night is young, so you thought about it.

Somewhere in Seoul.

“Ma’am, whisker, there’s an abnormal movement at one of our entrance bases.” A woman soldier saluted a woman who was standing firm in the middle.

“Where?” The soldier pointed to a remote on the hologram screen, and a geological map appeared.

“Near the school, ma’am.” The soldier zoomed in on the school she was referring to.

“Hmm, send a surveillance team around the area, how’s nemesex?” Whisker decided in an instant; she knew what she was doing, she’s their appointed leader after all.

“She’s sexually active since she detects a strong male hormone up in the land.” The soldier reported.

“A man?”

“Not a zombie, but a man?’

“God, a man…”

The headquarters are filled with murmurs and whispering upon hearing that there’s a man, a real man, and not a lifeless one.

“I see…” Whisker nodded. “How about Winter? And the Redhair sisters?” Whisker asked them.

“Still no idea, ma’am.” Another soldier answered, looking through the hologram screen of information.

“Whisker.” A voice coming from behind Whisker.

Another woman arrived, dressed in a coat and glasses. Slender, tall, and radiates the same tier of beauty as Whisker.

“Wonyoung… What do you want?”

“I just wanted to call you by that name rather than Gawon, nothing special since everyone seems curious about how whisker’s connected to Gawon, you cat.”

“...”

“Ahhh! Ma’am Gawon used to be in MEOVV operatives, and her codename’s whisker—” A soldier in the middle stopped her work and spoke.

Bang!

“Should’ve kept working. Too noisy.” Gawon Whisker killed her without hesitation, punching a hole through her head.

“Brutal, huh. Clean it, it’s gross.” Wonyoung gestured to clean it, and other soldiers complied.

“Anyway, bring me the man, alive.” Gawon/Whisker ordered.

“Yes, ma’am!” The soldiers saluted, all of them.

“A man…” Wonyoung muttered.

The end.