How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 2. Eric Tone Protocol (complete)

Pagak, pagak.

Its beak dug into the window frame. I came to my senses. He picks up a dry towel, covers his mouth, and holds up an iron skewer. One. Two. Three. Open the window slightly The guy pushes his head.

Hook.

The bird blinks. His head bone was thicker than I thought, so I couldn’t penetrate it, but I threw his skewer away before his blood ran out. Closed the window

“Quaaa! Chiaaa!”

It’s like a crow’s head. Now he seems to have realized what he has been through.

Even as he rams his head with an iron skewer into the ground, he flaps his wings.

As if you could still fly, as if you were asking for one more last chance, as if you were pleading to the sky. Everything I do is new.

The guy, who was bleeding like squeezed grape juice, collapses.

Then the sky darkened.

Looking at the other side of the sky to see if it’s a cloud.

Dark clouds were gathering.

Something was strange.

The white clouds are rushing to the other side, but those dark clouds are flying this way against the wind. Dumbling, dreaming, dreaming, and yet crawling far and wide.

It was a bird.

It was a flock of birds.

A flock of crows covering the sky faster than an eyelid!

A cloud that caws instead of thunder and sheds feathers instead of showers. I see the trees trembling. You already know what will happen. It won’t happen once or twice!

I stepped back from the window and drew the curtains. He gripped the gun and knife tightly and pressed against the wall. I will never react, but I intend to smash the head-in-the-head and run away to the room.

Caw! Caw! Caw!

The noise, heavier than earplugs, hits the eardrum.

A ferocious scream. Desperate cry. It’s the sound of zombies. The loud fluttering of birds, the sound of zombies running around and banging their heads against trees. Instead of giving away your wings, you take your eyes. Instead of breaking its beak, it takes flesh.

Sometimes the ears see better than the eyes. It is now.

Soundplay is always useful. In a world where all kinds of various sounds are information and hints of life, to me, who has learned how to distinguish various sounds by diligently entering them, the situation outside is clearer than what I see with my eyes.

I need to focus.

You shouldn’t pay attention to every single one of the too many sounds. It’s like driving. Everything should be in moderation. How hard you step on the pedal, when to apply the brake, the movement of the car behind you and the stop of the car in front of you, when the traffic lights change, and if someone runs out of that alley.

If you consider every situation one by one, you will have a nervous breakdown. Anticipate with all of that in mind, but focus only on what is in front of you.

After. After. Take a deep breath. You must not sell your mind elsewhere.

Ignore the sound of flapping wings. Ignore the sound of hitting the window frame. Clinking, clattering, and the sound of iron sticks falling. I ignore the fact that another group of crows are tearing the zombie crow I just killed.

In the waves of information pouring out, hold on to one thing to think about.

‘Viruses in this world are also contagious to animals.’

[Erysicton Protocol] Can set a different germ propagation method for each play. Even if you set the initial value, you can add options that can be changed during the game.

The transmission method is also different. From airborne transmission, through water, through bodily contact, or through droplet contact within a certain distance, to contaminated food.

The most vicious options among them are ‘All random spread infection method’ and ‘multiple infection spread’. It is possible that both the Respiratory Infection and Infection options from drinking contaminated water are turned on at the same time, or all options are all turned on.

That’s why you need to know how you get infected. That’s what you can do and what you can’t do.

For example, in a respiratory transmission situation, you must wear a mask and carry a firearm. You have to shoot before they get close. Shooting a gun means revealing one’s location, so the overall composition flows into the aspect of base defense and occupation.

If propagated only through water, much more diverse play is possible. Since you only need to boil and sterilize water to drink, the risk of infection is low even if zombies scratch or bite you. In this case, it is possible to play like an assassin while hiding like a thief.

But I don’t know the ways of this world. Even if the humans here discovered it, it shouldn’t be taken at face value. It could be that they couldn’t figure it all out, or because they evolved and they were right before, but not now.

That’s why until now, the method of burning them or making them fight each other was used.

And, I just found a puzzle piece.

‘Zoogonal infection option.’

This means that humans and animals exchange viruses with each other. Viruses that cross species in this way are difficult to defeat easily.

How can we control flying birds no matter how much we set up human non-protection zones? Even if an animal ban is imposed, will it indefinitely prevent the movement of vehicles infected with the virus?

It is difficult to completely block or eradicate zoonotic infections. No matter how much people and livestock are vaccinated, wild animals can still carry the germ. The virus will constantly ride between these guys, and eventually break through the immune system.

But there is something else that is even worse. Infinite variation. Temporary winner-takes-all through infinite competition among mutant species. Like the word ‘temporary’, rebellion that happens soon.

Like humans, viruses do everything to survive. The problem is that they know that the odds of success are low.

That’s why I do the same thing.

Just as I made a lot of them blindly because I know that zombies are not easily caught in snares and traps, they also do not stop trying various things. It continues to mutate, trying to somehow increase the power of transmission and the degree of infection.

Aren’t there countless people and animals? There are enough test places. It was an infinite return, where he carefully raised the guy from level 1 to the highest level and sent it to another stage to survive.

What if a regressor meets a regressor? Then either fight to the death or one of them eats the other. Those who survive like that, those who prove their superiority, eventually become another generation.

If zoonotic infection is turned on, it is highly likely that ‘quick zombie virus mutation’ is also turned on. The two almost stick together as a set.

If not, the solution is simple.

But if it is correct, the end of this world is almost certain.

The zombie virus in this world will constantly evolve. As if testing the limits of human beings, it will only go so far that it can be caught up.

The moment when humans finally reveal their limits. It will break through weak defenses like a tank breaking through. Never, never stop until you finally rule the world.

Just as humans persisted in survival, so will viruses. Isn’t it a survival method that has already been proven through countless real battles?

And I’ve already enjoyed many survival games like this.

“…Isn’t that the way I enjoyed it either way?”

There is nothing too bad when you think about it that way.

* * * * *

After a while, I packed up and went outside. It was nice because it was secluded and quiet, so it was quiet.

It was as expected.

The birds ate all the zombies. The zombies, with nothing but flesh left, hung like puppets with a string off and couldn’t move.

Not even the lightest parts, like fingers or toe bones. The heavy parts, like the ribs and skull, were left alone.

I ate the rest neatly. Or not… Or bite it in its beak and fly away. The group of clouds I saw before leaving was flying a little lower than when I came.

I think I know a little bit about why there weren’t even bugs in the forest and why zombies were gathering together. You would have known that you had to do that in order to survive. Not intelligence It is the realm of nature.

Eating is an instinct. It is not the realm of intelligence. For those zombies, there is no such thing as ‘you have to stick together to live’. If the blood flows, so if it’s judged to be edible, the guy next to me just now won’t eat it.

That is a certain natural thing. Just like looking for shade to avoid rain, sleeping when you are sleepy, and eating when you are hungry, you know by ‘instinct’ that a group of people is more likely to live than alone. The automatic program for survival is operating even at this moment when reason is paralyzed.

Humans are so tough.

Back to the container. Everything was as it was. I thought I hadn’t even seen at least one looter, but looking at the situation here, I think it’s difficult to live alone.

Of course I’m not that average person.

Before preparing to leave, I quickly skimmed through the forest keeper’s careful scraps. I picked it up to see if there was any helpful information. Even if you don’t need it, you can use it as kindling, so I carefully put it aside.

The most useful information was about the city of Hampton. The city where I was supposed to meet a guy named Hans. There was a lot of information about Hampton, probably because it was the closest to this place among the big cities.

Is it about the old town, where house prices are relatively cheap, or that the mayor resigned after a major corruption scandal erupted in Hampton, which was in the midst of restoration work after the war?

There were also underlined articles without much content. It was the story of a children’s speech contest that resolutely condemned the violence of the Elza liberation activists. Among them, a red colored pencil circled the face of the child who received the first prize. Next to her was written our granddaughter.

On the other hand, there are also black circles. Profanity was written. Violent crime was frequent in the area from here in the woods to the Hamptons. One of them was a story about a biker gang.

‘Veterans who waste bullets without doing anything worthwhile.’

The last article was about the sudden blockade. It was that the city of Hampton had been put on lockdown due to concerns about the recent epidemic.

Nothing that does not belong to a government agency can enter or leave the Hamptons. The newspaper wrote, “It is a temporary measure to moderate the momentum of the epidemic, and it is expected that it will not exceed a week.”

Think of a map.

To the north of the transmission tower forest is the village of Lambert. It is a place with a fairly wide reservoir, and it is a place where forests, factories, and mansions are well harmonized.

There is a factory complex further up there. There was also a food factory, so those who lacked food often went there. The problem is that it is a large place built entirely on open ground, so it is perfect to be shot and killed.

But judging from the article now, it seems highly likely that gangsters have taken over both the grocery factory and the village of Lambert.

The problem is that I don’t know what the situation is…

“If you don’t know, you should ask.”

I turned on my cell phone. Although it is still outside the call range, messages have arrived one after another. Disaster-related content.

『Thorough personal hygiene! Thorough compliance with the movement report system! Your small cooperation creates a safe country』

『Do not approach dead wild animals recklessly. You may be attacked by dangerous beasts』

There is still a red light flashing in the fingerprint recognition compartment of the briefcase. If that impostor is right, I’m being pursued. If you are in a call-out area and you receive this message, it may mean that your phone is also being hacked.

On the contrary, it’s a good thing. The more the open bidding, the higher the value of the bag.

Wow.

That’s right. A new message has arrived.

Message from 8qawsed8: Selling bags?

I can’t believe there is a guy who sends messages like this insincerely.