How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 1. Non-Human Protection Zone (2)

These zombies have normal hearing, 1.5 Times the normal sense of smell, and normal eyesight.

But I don’t respond to everything I hear. They are indifferent to the everyday noises other zombies make. Instead, no matter who hears it, it reacts violently to strange sounds, such as gunshots, screams, or helicopters flying over.

The thing to avoid the most is anything that smells like blood. As much as blood, I ran into it with a fantasy. Zombies are always hungry demons.

So, the smell of blood from a house with blown doors and broken windows is no different from free food.

Just like now, all the zombies in the neighborhood are flocking.

You have to hurry.

Take a step. If the shoes get wet with blood, it’s over. Maybe because I was conscious, I heard a loud creaking sound of stepping on the floor.

A dead zombie looks up at me with her dismembered face. Her eyes were white and turned upside down, and her mouth was slightly open, just like the head of an ill-tempered fish. She tries to look away and opens the wooden cabinet door.

At least there should be drinks here. One drink. One food. One weapon. These are the rules. So I have to come out here. Here…

“Ha.”

She managed to hold on to the cabinet with her arm. Her legs gave out and she almost knocked her on the buttock.

One automatic pistol. One pistol bullet. A brand new mobile phone and charger set. One briefcase. One lighter, one pack of cigarettes, one pack of cigarettes.

I checked the pistol. It is the ‘Alter 22’ model that I have seen so often in games that my eyes are familiar. Of course, I had never touched it in my life, but I took out the magazine with a familiar motion and checked the remaining ammunition, and also checked the chamber.

Not a single foot. It’s an empty gun However, the pistol bullet is 9mm. The bullets that go into the Alter 22 are .22 Caliber. Not compatible it says i can’t write

My phone is turned off, but I didn’t want to turn it on yet. The only thing that works fine is the lighter. It’s like a Zippo, but it’s so full of fuel that it doesn’t even make a rattle. As soon as it was lit, the flames rose quite high.

I only had a lighter in my pocket for now. All the rest of the clutter was swept into the bag. It was oddly unpleasant for the doll to laugh artificially like a zombie.

The briefcase is so large that I feel like I have to hold it in my hand. It was an item that opened only when the six wheels were aligned, and it was quite heavy. There’s no way to know what’s inside.

It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like this.

“Now what?”

If it’s a problem that only these things came out, it’s a problem, but there is something more serious.

The fact that even the starting tutorial has changed like this means that this world is not the familiar place I used to know. Something twisted and shifted tightly, but I don’t know what exactly.

One drink. One food. One weapon.

The rules are broken. Also, only things that were advantageous to me were gone. Disadvantages remain the same.

That’s unfair.

It feels like my heart is pouring out of my heart. It can’t be like this. It’s strange that I woke up and found myself in a place like this, even worse than the world I knew.

My legs go numb.

I sat down on a wooden chair in the kitchen.

Boom.

Gear nose zombies are pouring into the streets. Even holding her head seems difficult.

“Gee.”

They are coming. Only the sound of gas escaping is far away.

‘In the end, it’s like this again.’

Someone whispers in my head.

It was like this when I was little. Not all households in the world were noisy every day. He came in drunk and didn’t even mess around. After earning money, I did not find stability as if nothing had happened.

Why am I different? Why? The hair floats white again.

Blank.

Like the time when I froze in front of an empty space.

– Teacher, I hope all the people in the world become fools.

There are fools who fall to the floor and bleed, who have no choice but to eat their neighbors.

– When you become a fool, you only think about what is right in front of you. I didn’t make it complicated, and I didn’t even worry about whether that person would cheat me or not.

The things you only know about eating, getting angry, and sleeping are coming.

– Eat when you are hungry, cry when you want to cry, get angry when you want to be angry. And when it’s all over, forget it.

I ‘know’ that this world is going to end. I also ‘know’ that I may die first before the end comes to an end. Dozens of plays are proof of that.

The end of this game is either the end of the world or the end of the player. There is only one of them. I don’t know the other endings.

If I let go of everything now, I can avoid the pain I’m going through.

The zombies are speeding up. It is clear that there is a gurgling sound. And they saw me I’m hungry right now, so I’ll eat the corpse first, but I’m sure it’ll be me next.

Close your eyes. I ask someone who might listen to me. What should i do

– I hope everyone becomes an idiot.

No response. The stench intensifies. The sound of shuffling feet gets louder.

Time slows down.

Something warm reached me.

I raised my head in surprise. The surroundings are the same. Zombies are still scrambling, curtains flapping, and the smell is worse. The smell of rotting and gas is about to give me a headache again.

Even so, I feel comfortable.

It’s sunshine. The clouds are clearing from the sky beyond the back window, and sunlight is pouring down on me.

“Since when did my life go my way.”

Looking at the sunlight makes me angry. Whether it was at my house or here, the sun was equally stinging. Whether it’s at my house or here, it’s the same when I’m in an unreasonable situation.

But the crucial thing is different.

You can explode everything here.

“Teacher.”

I stood up from my chair muttering on purpose. Now that I knew roughly what was going on in the world, I had to check the zombie status.

“I became a proper adult instead of a great adult. I didn’t live up to my teacher’s expectations.”

“Uhhh!”

Zombies drool and groan. It’s strangely like a booing, making me even more angry.

“When I was young, I thought I was smart enough to understand people. But it wasn’t. I couldn’t understand others, and I couldn’t understand myself either. But, I don’t want to be a fool like them.”

Six zombies cross the threshold one after another. The threshold creaks as if counting people. I gripped the back of the chair firmly in my hand.

Just as I am conscious of them, they must be conscious of me. Seeing him sticking his teeth in my direction and sticking his head out, the hostility is considerable.

Even so, they kept glancing at my neighbor who was lying dead on the floor. It seemed that he couldn’t help the dripping saliva any longer.

In the end, they surrounded the dead zombie. As they sat around the table, they knelt one after another as if offering a pious prayer, and spread their hands shoulder-width apart.

And then, I put my head down.

Wuddeuk Jeop, Jeop, Bbagak, Bbagakak. It grumbles with broken teeth and chews on flesh. When he tries to eat the whole thick bone but fails, he carefully licks it like blowing a harmonica.

But there are bound to be people who are less than perfect.

“Kihijak, Khak.”

A guy with a smaller body than the others, who couldn’t eat as much, has glaring eyes. The thing that makes me more hungry than not having eaten anything at all is not being able to eat even brought in, and that seems to be the case.

“Would you like more?”

I laughed at him and pulled the chair. What a profit! Another guy’s attention is on me. Open all gas stove knobs. Turn hiss – the sound is sharp.

“Kreureung!”

The four are preoccupied with their meal, and two approach me. Stand close to the kitchen wall. Put a chair under the broken window Throws the briefcase and backpack through the window. I grabbed the corner of the fluttering curtain.

The hissing sound gets louder. Two zombies stop walking at the same time. I put one foot on the chair. The four of them are busy eating.

I stepped on a chair. Went through the window guys run Set the curtain on fire and let go. The curtains on fire blow dry curtains blown by the wind. Surprised zombies step back.

Extend your arms and grab the back of the chair. Fit tightly between the broken window frames. As I tried to get my arm through the gap, the gas stove burned out! When it rises, it is startled and backs away.

Because LPG gas is heavier than air, it spreads on the floor when turned on. In addition, the doorway and windows are all broken, so the ventilation is good. However, if the sparks fly in all directions like this.

“aaa! Ah ah ah ah ah!”

It bursts and spreads. The fire spreads to the zombie’s back. They scramble to get out of the house somehow, but they can’t.

Because I need to eat.

The four of them are still eating. Even if flames spread to the floor, even if two birds carrying fire on their backs flutter their arms like birds, the flames spreading along the walls will melt the gas pipes! And hear the sound of gas escaping.

Still eating flesh, chewing bones, and tasting the end.

Carry a backpack. Bag in hand walk slowly towards the road The road was wide enough for three cars to run side by side, and there was no center line.

The wind blows from my back towards the house. Walk slowly, not in a hurry. I get down on one knee across the road and cover my ears.

Vibration that makes the body resonate. A shocking sound that squeezes between the ears. The house exploded. Black smoke rises. A zombie with its whole body on fire manages to get out of the front door, but is soon knocked over.

Even so, it scratched the floor and munched on the last piece of flesh until it covered the fire like a blanket.

“Teacher, they are not human. But I’m still human. If I had to choose whether to be human or not, rather than being stupid or smart, I would stay human.”

Suddenly, I think of cigarettes in my backpack.

I have never smoked. I was disgusted with the smell at first. I hated being stubborn until the end even though I was told to quit, even though I knew it was bad for my body. I hated the cigarette itself, but I was sick of all the fuss it caused.

I knew that, but before I knew it, I smoked a cigarette from a torn cigarette pack and asked. Red corner on a white background. M is written as Arlboro where it was taken away.

Light the tail. I took a sip. My mouth was stuffy, so I collected saliva and spat it out. There was no water, so it was a good thing. I finally gave up smoking.

Still, it had an effect. It seemed that the smell of burning hair had lessened a little.

“I am hungry.”

I muttered as I looked at the burning house.