I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 62 – The Sound of the Pen at Night

Sofia rise from the bath, rinsing off her body, warm water dripping from her now-damp golden hair. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself with graceful motion before saying, "I’m done first. Don’t take too long, okay?"

I only gave a faint nod, still leaning against the side , letting the warm water soothe my naturally cold body. For a moment... I felt alive.

Twenty minutes passed in peaceful silence. Once I was satisfied, I left the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel. But as I opened the door, I froze.

My black dress... was gone.

I turned to Sofia, who was sitting near the wardrobe, and asked in a flat tone, "Where’s my dress?"

Sofia quickly looked over and replied casually, "I washed it. It was dirty since you came from the forest, right?"

It didn’t need washing... I thought to myself. It cleans itself.

Still, I didn’t protest further. Sofia had already prepared clean clothes for me—a loose gray shirt and a new pair of underwear. She even included a bra... though I didn’t know how to wear it, nor did I have any intention of learning right now.

So I just put on the shirt, letting it cover my upper body, and wore the underwear. It felt... strange. But comfortable.

I stepped slowly out of the bathroom.

Sofia’s room was now dim, lit only by candlelight from a few corners. The soft scent of lavender still filled the air. The room felt warm and peaceful, a stark contrast to the death-filled world outside.

Sofia sat on a wooden chair at her desk, busily writing with a quill. Piles of documents and notes covered the surface. Her glasses had slipped a little as she leaned forward to read.

I sat on the bed, silently watching her movements. Her hair was slightly wavy, still half-damp. She didn’t look back, but she seemed to sense I was watching.

Even though she looked tired, she stayed focused. The quill danced across the paper, jotting down all kinds of things: food supplies, clean water distribution, weapons and ammunition status, even medical team logistics.

Truly impressive. Amidst the chaos of the world, Sofia still carried out her leadership duties with diligence.

I glanced toward the window.

In the distance, faintly... a bluish-purple light glowed gently. A portal. Not as large as the ones before, but clearly visible from here.

So even here... a portal exists. And it hasn’t closed yet.

I opened my mouth and asked, "Can I go there tomorrow?"

The quill in Sofia’s hand stopped dancing. She looked up and stared at me seriously.

"We can enter the portal?"

I nodded lightly. "That boar... I hunted it from inside a portal. But the one near my place already closed."

Sofia went silent for a moment, then eventually nodded in return. "In that case, I’ll go with you tomorrow."

There was no reason to refuse. I simply nodded back before lying down on her soft bed.

The sound of the quill returned, gliding across page after page of reports. Not noisy, but rhythmic... soothing.

This was the first time... I would sleep. Truly sleep, since becoming undead.

Unconsciously, my eyelids began to close. The sound of the pen and the warmth of the room enveloped me. And for the first time since coming back to this world... I slept. Deeply.

As a zombie.

An hour passed since I fell asleep.

Sofia was still at the desk, scribbling away at the never-ending pile of reports. But now, her eyes were growing heavy, and her body ached. She took a deep breath, stretching her back and shoulders while sighing softly. "Hahh... enough for tonight."

She stood up and slowly walked toward the bed. But her steps halted when she saw Sylvia.

Sylvia—was still sleeping soundly on side position, The black hair draped softly over the pillow, face peaceful, almost expressionless. The loose shirt wore had slipped slightly from one shoulder, revealing her pale skin, glowing faintly in the candlelight.

Sofia swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed. T-too pretty... so tempting...

She quickly shook her head and lightly slapped her cheeks. No, no, no! What are you thinking, Sofia? You pervert!

Blushing and nervous, she sat on the edge of the bed and then lay down slowly in the empty space beside me. But with Sylvia next to her, her heartbeat quickened beyond normal. That face... too peaceful, too enchanting.

So... beautiful... she thought again.

Eventually, unable to resist the warmth blooming in her chest, Sofia fell asleep while gazing at my face. A small smile formed at the corner of her lips before she finally drifted off.

The next morning.

Sylvia slowly opened my eyes. Gentle light streamed through the window slats, bathing the room in a golden hue.

"Hmm... did I sleep last night?" I muttered softly, still half-asleep. Then smiled faintly. "Amazing. Since evolving... I can feel hunger and sleep again."

But when I tried to get up, my body felt heavy. As if something—or someone—was holding me down.

I turned to the side.

Sofia—still asleep—was hugging me tightly from behind. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, her face nestled against my neck, smiling in her sleep. Her thigh was pressed against mine... and it tickled slightly. Then I realized one more thing...

Her right hand... was squeezing my breast.

My eyes widened slightly.

I didn’t know what to feel. But since it was Sofia, I didn’t feel threatened. Just... surprised. And awkward.

Moments later, Sofia began to stir, then slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was still blurry as she became aware of her hand’s position—and where it was.

The next moment, her face turned red like a ripe tomato.

"AAAAAAH!! I-I’M SORRY!!" she screamed in panic, leaping away from me. "I-it was an accident! I swear!!"

I stayed lying down, just staring at her calmly and said softly, "It’s okay. It was an accident, right?"

Sofia covered her face with both hands, half dying of embarrassment. "Ughhh... I’m going to take a shower!!"

She quickly ran into the bathroom, closing the door fast. Inside, she stared at her palms in panic and confusion.

"So soft... ahem! No! Sofia!! What is wrong with you?!" she whispered to herself while splashing her face with cold water.

Meanwhile, I slowly got up and saw my black dress hanging dry and neatly by the wardrobe. I put it back on. The fabric fit perfectly and felt comfortable, merging with my new body.

A few minutes later, Sofia came out of the bathroom. Her face was still a little red, but she was dressed neatly in her white coat, her spear strapped to her back. She tried to act normal, though her eyes occasionally glanced at me awkwardly.

"Let’s have breakfast. Then we’ll head to the portal," she said softly, trying to stay calm.

I gave a small nod. "Alright."

And so, we walked side by side out of the room, toward a new morning—and the portal that awaited us.