How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 5. Having no secrets is a poor and empty thing (4)

Creak, creak. The car tilts backwards. I had to go backwards on a downhill road. I stomped on the brakes and slowly turned the steering wheel.

“Yes.”

Even though I tried to avoid stimuli as much as possible, the zombies kept glancing at me as if they were going to see all sorts of interesting things. Well, it seems that the country is also like that. Enjoy it, though I didn’t shoot it.

Koo Kung!

A sudden shock. More zombies crawled out from behind. Two or three. Knock, Knock, Knock. He tries to chew on the car body while holding on to it. The moment I think it can happen, I raise my nails.

“Don’t do that.”

Kikii Profit!

“Oh, the f*ck.”

Is the sound of scratching a blackboard with your fingernails similar to the low-frequency sounds of carnivores? I heard that that’s why it’s annoying to hear, but I don’t know if it’s real or not. The important thing is that the zombies who were sitting there got annoyed and stood up.

It’s a hell of a hell of a back and forth.

“Kreuk.”

Of course, it didn’t just happen, each of them grabbed each limb and ate it. This is why adults walk around and tell us not to eat. It looks so messy.

“Huh?”

The frontmost guy stands awkwardly and sticks out his leg. It’s halfway between asking you to try a bite, or foretelling that the next menu is for you. No, but why are you sticking your toe towards me?

“Do you point at people with kicks instead of pointing? He’s a guy who doesn’t care. Hey. Come over here.”

“Kreurre.”

“Yes, you with your legs up. You. Oh, you filthy bastard. Eat everything in your mouth and mumble! Swallow it all in one gulp, man! How can you put food in your mouth and grumble without being rude?”

It must have been a coincidence that his neck was shaking. He tilts his head and walks straight ahead.

I threw the hunting knife away. Stuck in the arm, The leg he was holding so dearly fell off and rolled down.

“Sniff, sniff!”

He goes down the slope looking for a bridge. Uh-uh, if you walk halfway like that, uh-oh. Yes. I have to roll over and over while falling over.

“Kureuk, kyaaagh!”

The zombies next to the car reacted. The tumbled leg and the smell of blood flowing from the knifed arm of the zombie stimulated them. The guys who fell out of the car also ran down the slope.

“Yes!”

I turned the steering wheel in the direction of the slope. Gear forward. Release the brake, and the car rolls down the slope with a rattling noise.

“I’ll pass.”

I reached out my hand through the open front window and waved at the zombies chasing after me, the zombies stabbed in the arm, and the rolling bridge.

A refreshing breeze. Blue sky. Clouds that seem to have been roughly gathered and sent to the sky. Fluttering legs.

A leg?

Looking in the passenger side mirror, the leg I just passed wriggled and followed me. It didn’t stand upright, but lay on its side, jumping like a swimming frog’s legs.

It’s a dog.

A black dog bites my leg and is following me.

A droopy ball. Ears turned back. Upturned eyes. A head resembling a lion with sharp teeth. The skin is bitten off, revealing the muscles and bones, and there are many minor scars, but the dog still shows off its strong muscles.

I know that dog. It is a Cane Corso breed. No, it should be said that it was a dog. Because that’s a zombie dog.

“Kreuk, kreuk, kirreuk.”

I’m trying to catch up with a free-running van because the engine has turned off, as if I’ve developed some strange sense of competition.

Glancing at me with glazed eyes. My ego was strangely hurt, so I slightly turned her steering wheel.

Kung.

“Kreurreuk!”

It hits the bumper and it bounces off. His snout was tightly closed, and his legs, which had fallen off flesh, fell off. Jilgeongjilgung, the one who swallowed it gives out a high howl.

Dogs jumped out from both sides of the road. Big dogs, small dogs, elongated dogs, and fat dogs.

“Aagh!”

No, why are you guys on fire again? The human zombies running from behind suddenly jump on all fours and dig into the pack of zombie dogs.

A chunk of scrap metal receding away and a human rushing at it. Cane Corso roars and clings to me.

“Kreureung!”

All the dogs follow him and me at once.

‘The wild dog captain.’

I saw this in a wild dog documentary. In a group of wild dogs that have become more wild, a person who plays the role of leader appears. That’s what that guy looks like.

Zombie humans follow behind them, even biting into bubbles as if they were upset about being ignored.

The downhill slope gets steeper. Car accelerates Because of the bent axle, the car dances up and down.

“Kyaaagh!”

The zombie dog goes berserk. He seems to think he’s kidding. Well, if the guy running next to him shakes his body properly like an ostrich, everyone will be pissed off.

“Ah!”

No, dogs run rampant, so why do people run rampant too? The human zombies in the back also make threatening noises.

Ugh!

A high-pitched engine sound. The sound of a motorcycle A person wearing a helmet is standing on top of a hill in the back, looking down. He then drives the motorcycle down the hill.

“It will turn.”

I see a rifle slung over my shoulder. A silencer is attached to the K11 SWS model, which is classified as a designated marksman rifle. It seems to be the same sniper who blew off the zombie head earlier.

With his right hand, he gripped the steering wheel of his motorcycle, and held a pistol in his left hand. Rock 19 automatic pistol, silencer and laser pointer. A red laser light is visible. However, he did not shoot and placed his left hand on the steering wheel.

The car got faster. Zombie dogs with short legs fall out. Instead of backing down, they growl and get tangled up in human zombies that run like dogs.

A motorcycle passes close by. It seems to have slowed down the pace a bit. But quickly accelerates I wanted to increase the speed a little more, but it maintained a constant speed.

Ryder raised his pistol. Red laser pointer lights are visible in the side mirrors. A trembling left hand. The pointer lights also dance along.

I couldn’t help but put my left hand on the steering wheel. Pointer is fixed. It is the back of the head of a greyhound zombie dog that must have been quite cute when alive.

Phishun. Phishung. Phishung. Third step.

“Kihin!”

You can see blood splattering from the zombie dog’s back. The ranks on the left collapsed in an instant. The motorcycle disappears from the left side mirror, then reappears as it makes its way through the disorganized ranks.

Ugh! Follows up vigorously. I pulled the M4 carbine and put my foot on the brake. If you do, I’ll stomp on you, and if a motorcycle passes in front of me, I’ll shoot you in the back.

“… !”

It looks like the rider is shouting something, but I can’t hear it very well. Instead, he whirls up his left hand holding his pistol.

Are you asking for support? A story of possibility. Not all the local gangsters are gone.

If it’s enough to stay here without coming out to plunder, it’s one of the two.

Be strong enough to be the leader of a gang, or weak enough to plunder. However, looking at his sniper skills, he is not weak.

Then don’t be caught up.

Turn the steering wheel to the left. The motorcycle, noticing that he was about to hit him, fell all the way back. I wanted to disappear from the side mirror, but this time it appears on the right.

I’m dying of trouble. The M4 carbine was pushed out toward the passenger seat.

The muzzle mounted on the windshield frame moves up and down as the car vibrates. It’s like a fishing rod. Cane Corso growls.

“Yumma! Look at this!”

The Cane Corso growls as he relentlessly follows.

“You don’t have anything like this at home, do you?”

“Rurireuk!”

Turn the steering wheel to the right. Crack! And another zombie dog gets hit and bounces off. I see the motorcycle behind me hesitating. This time to the left. Right again. Continue left and right.

The car is slowing down. All speeds are relative.

“Klaralak!”

As if he couldn’t stand it any longer, the Cane Corso zombie dog jumped up. Kak! Kak! Twice, three times.

“Good job, good job, good job!”

“Cak! Kak! Kiya Yayak!”

The frenzied guy jumps up. Finally tighten the barrel. The power is so good that it would have been taken away if the gun had not been hung over the body of the vehicle.

“Your spring bullets are delicious!”

Tattatang!

“Kakak!”

A zombie dog with a bursting snout jumps off to the side. Still, a strong bone is a strong bone, and it attacks again while blood pours from its bursting snout.

But gradually, the pace slowed down, the knees buckled, and it fell apart. A pack of dogs is seen agitated.

“Ooooo.”

Then the zombie dogs fall off. Gather around the captain. Because there are so many, the motorcycle stops and watches this side.

Hit the fallen captain with your nose. There are also some who are a little bit awake. When there is no movement, they shout howling all at once.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Karreuk, kak!”

They’s attitude changed abruptly. Lower your body as much as possible. Attack stance. Some have already opened their mouths and bit the head of the guy next to them. It’s about gaining momentum.

“Kong kong kong, kong kong!”

Dogs bite their tails. It is an election method in which a new captain must be elected because the captain is dead. I don’t think it’s democratic, but it doesn’t matter because all disgruntled people will die.

Motorcycles are standing in the middle of a bunch of sh*t, unable to do anything about it.

“Adios.”

Flash. Reflected light from a sniper rifle scope.

“Ah.”

You’re really persistent. That. I straightened my body.

Boom! I feel the left rear wheel sink. Boom, Boom! The right rear wheel also slumped.

The air from the rear tire is suddenly blown out. It rattles, and then, with a swish, comes off the wheel.

Hey hey hey! A long flame follows from the back. “Yep! Yikes!” The guys who barked at this side twist their tails. Whoops! A motorcycle takes advantage of the gap and comes forward.

“Come.”

The speed of the van gradually slows down. Put the car on the right side of the road

“Come. Come. Take a look Try crashing into it.”

I grabbed the steering wheel with my left hand. He holds the carbine in his right hand and puts it over the window frame. Ryder was seen holding a pistol in his right hand.

“Try it. Hit it hit it Hit it!”

Ugh!

The motorcycle slides all the way forward. Rider extends his right arm. Suddenly I opened the car door. Hitting feeling.

“Aagh!”

A shrill scream. Unfortunately, the motorcycle did not overturn. But he staggers as if he’s been hit quite a bit. I pushed the M4 over the open driver’s seat.

Laser pointer lights shimmer on the front wheels. Pop! Explodes without reason

“… Oh, little!”

I turned the steering wheel to the right. I was barely able to prevent it from overturning, but the car started drifting and stopped in the middle of the road.

Don’t get out of the car. The advantage of bulletproof vehicles should be used to the fullest. I can’t shoot from the back or side, but neither can my opponent.

The rider got off the motorcycle. He walks with a limp but resolutely. Rifle in left hand, pistol in right hand.

It sticks to the back of the car as it is. I don’t want to die too.

“Hey!”

Ankalzin yelling.

“Look at me! Let’s see your face! Cough, Cough, Cough! Aww… Wow Talk, talk… Talk! It’s filthy… Hard to talk about!”

What is it? Is it zombie? If so, it puts my mind at ease. If you leave it like that, won’t it die?

“Why. You want me to ask too?”

“Why am I asking you! Shut up and come out, let’s talk!”

“What conversation do you have with a person who has blown out all the wheels of a car that is fine?”

There is no answer shamelessly.

“Is it fine? Is it fine? The antifreeze is all leaking, the axles are all twisted, and the front window is out. Is the car fine? I gave the signal to stop like that, but it kept running away!”

That woman is also insane. Is it okay to explode a wheel at will because the car is not in good condition? It’s ridiculous.

“…Stop it. This is not what I want to talk about.”

“Are you stuck with a ghost who died because you couldn’t talk?”

“No, hey! Listen to me! Don’t hold back! Let’s work together with you!”

Variety. What does it mean to blow a tire and do the best you can?

“Do you have any friends?”

You should do that with your friend. Even if you ask politely, you will listen or not. In a world where you hold on to busy people.

“…Hey, I have a lot of friends and I’m a model, so I’m popular! I…Ah, ah! Why am I talking like this!”

I think it’s true that you don’t have friends.