After killing Bobby, life for Stel and Elsie returned to normal.
They exercised regularly and observed the zombies daily.
For some reason, Stel felt like his physical abilities were rapidly improving.
Initially, he exercised for two hours a day.
Now, he could work out for five hours a day without feeling tired.
Even their intimate times seemed to last much longer.
Knowing there was no one around to spy on them, Stel's attitude towards Elsie became much more assertive.
On the fifth day, after finishing his workout, Stel had nothing to do.
The stench from the zombies below wafted up strongly.
After all, these zombies were decomposing bodies.
They attracted flies and other pests, and their rotting flesh smelled terrible.
Many flies laid eggs in the zombies, leading to more decay and an increasing number of flies.
"Master, the number of zombies around the apartment is growing, and the stench is becoming unbearable. I'm afraid we won't be able to stay here much longer."
Elsie was starting to have difficulty breathing due to the smell.
"What are you afraid of? After a while, you'll get used to the smell and it won't bother you."
To Stel, Elsie seemed to be too accustomed to the good life here.
She didn't seem to realize the current situation: this was the zombie apocalypse.
Surviving was already a blessing; who cared about the smell?
What puzzled Stel, however, was why the zombies were gathering in increasing numbers around the apartment building instead of going elsewhere.
This confused him greatly.
But such matters weren't his concern.
Knowing that zombies wouldn't attack him, he felt no need to worry about them.
By noon, after completing his workout, Stel felt a bit bored.
He hadn't touched Elsie for three days.
A surge of male desire welled up inside him.
At that moment, Elsie was still kneeling beside Stel's chair, half-crouched, peeking down at the hordes of zombies below.
All the zombies stood still with their heads down like wooden stakes.
One of them had been standing so long that a large spider web had formed on its head.
"Come here!"
Just as Elsie was engrossed in watching,
Stel's voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Swish!"
In an instant, Stel grabbed Elsie's neck and dragged her into the room.
Elsie was no longer surprised by Stel's sudden violence.
After all, she was Stel's slave.
Aside from food and resources, if she wanted to stay alive by clinging to Stel, she had to fulfill all his needs.
Thud!
Elsie was roughly thrown onto the bed.
This was one of the few times she had the chance to be on the bed since living with Stel.
"Crack!"
Stel had no patience to slowly undress Elsie.
Having just finished his workout, his body was still full of pent-up testosterone.
Impatient, Stel ripped off Elsie's top with a swift motion.
Through the torn fabric, Elsie's snow-white skin was revealed.
"Master, this is my last piece of clothing..."
Elsie whispered tearfully,
trying to resist quietly.
But Stel would never heed her pleas.
Would you feel sympathy for a toy in your house?
Of course not.
You wouldn't even notice if the toy's paint was chipped.
A minute later, moans filled the room.
Two hours later, Stel finished his session.
Habitually, he grabbed his pants and headed to the bathroom.
"Master, it seems you've gotten even stronger..."
Elsie felt as if her joints were filled with glue.
Her muscles too.
Every slight movement caused excruciating pain.
But, in this dire situation, she had no choice but to bow her head.
To survive in the apocalypse, Stel was her only hope.
From the very beginning, she had been a slave.
She had gotten used to it.
A few more days passed in this manner.
By the third day,
Elsie finally found something to occupy herself with.
She found an abandoned teacup.
She filled it with soil and planted a small plant branch in it.
She planned to carefully nurture this sprout.
When Stel saw her doing this, he just snorted.
"Always doing these useless things!"
But in the apocalypse, everyone needed something to distract themselves.
For Elsie, it was this sprout.
For Stel, it was working out and women.
Around noon, Elsie felt a slight pain in her stomach.
She didn't pay much attention to it.
Her body still had lingering injuries from Stel's rough treatment.
She was used to it.
As usual, she kept an eye on the zombies downstairs
while tending to her sprout.
"Growl..."
Her stomach suddenly growled.
"Strange, I just had breakfast. Why is my stomach growling?"
Elsie didn't think much of it.
Maybe she had eaten too quickly, causing air to enter her stomach.
...
"Growl—!"
A few seconds later, her stomach growled again.
This time, the sound was more urgent.
Elsie touched her stomach in confusion.
She suddenly felt a warm sensation near her feet.
Something was wrong!
She quickly looked down.
Red!
A puddle of red!
Red blood lay on the floor, forming an uneven pattern.
Drops of red liquid were still falling from Elsie's pants.
There was no need to explain what the red liquid was.
Even though Elsie often had intimate moments with Stel,
They had always taken precautions.
But in this apocalyptic world, Elsie had forgotten about her menstrual cycle!
She quickly turned to look at the clock in the room.
It showed August 24th.
That's right, her period always arrived in the latter half of August.
"Master, Master..."
Elsie suddenly felt weak, as if her legs had been cut off.
Any movement would make her fall,
Making the situation even more embarrassing.
She could only turn to Stel for help.
At that moment, Stel was lying on the bed, contemplating his future plans.
"...!"
Hearing Elsie's voice, Stel was visibly annoyed.
He turned away, ignoring her.
"Master, Master!"
Elsie called out more urgently.
"What is it?!"
Unable to bear her soft voice any longer, Stel sat up to look at her, hoping she'd stop.
...!
What he saw left him speechless.
"Why are you bleeding so much? Were you bitten by a zombie?"