Return of the Apocalypse Knight

Chapter 1: Visitors in a Zombie Apocalypse

The world was full of dead people.

It sounded like a parable from a philosophy book, but it wasn’t.

The world he saw as a survivor was no different from the one he’d described earlier.

Strangely enough, the colleague lying down next to him seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“No matter how I look at it, it’s ridiculous. Who would have thought that it would be better if zombie movies became reality…….”

He was right.

The world had turned into something worse than a zombie movie some time ago.

Down the hill from where they lay, walking along the park’s boardwalk, were all the dead, or zombies.

Dressed in old, blood-stained clothes, shambling and moving, the dead looked like something out of a zombie movie.

Naked and shambling through the streets in broad daylight.

Grotesque, yet seemingly peaceful.

If you just look at the scene in front of you, it might actually look better than those zombie movies.

However, the only reason the walkway looked okay was because the dead didn’t see any living beings.

If they saw living humans hiding behind the hills, the zombies would go on a mad dash to kill them.

Just like in a zombie movie.

So he and his companion would crouch down on this hill, covered in dirt, with grass stuck all over their clothes, to avoid being seen by the dead and the zombies.

It was cumbersome, it was hard work, but it was this carefulness and caution that had kept him, his companion, and his group alive so far.

But this wasn’t the end of it.

“Shit, there’s more of them, not fewer. Are those old bodies over there?”

When he looked where his colleague was pointing, he saw half-bones corpses moving at the entrance to the trail.

Corpses moving with half-exposed bones, wearing rotted shrouds, they were the difference between reality and a zombie movie.

They weren’t people who had died and become zombies after that day, but bodies that had died and been buried in the ground before, bodies that had been dead for months or even years.

It was those old corpses that kept piling up despite their best efforts.

As time went on, the old corpses began to rise from their graves.

“There are even rumors that the skeletons have moved…….”

He wondered if it was true.

Unlike in zombie movies, he wondered if all those who returned to the earth would be able to move again.

Sighing in frustration, he gestured to his companion.

“Let’s go.”

There was no point in looking any further.

His companion nodded, and the two of them began to back away from the hill, crouching.

The moving bodies, the zombies, weren’t just on the trails.

They were on the roads beyond the park, in the alleys and even in the woods along the trail they’d been walking through.

“Shit, we’re going to get stuck.”

I could hear my coworker exclaiming, but I wasn’t in the mood to nod.

I’d cleared enough zombies from the road, but I didn’t expect to get stuck like this.

Surely nothing had changed when I came here.

As expected, the zombies blocking my way back were all long dead.

Most likely, they recently rose from the ground.

The conversation that had been going on just a moment ago had become something that was strangling me, and I was so shocked that I thought I was flying into the sky.

“What do we do?”

My terrified companion asked me and I chuckled.

I had already decided what I would do in this situation.

One person gets the attention, and everyone else runs away.

That was the only way a modern man without proper combat skills could deal with a zombie encounter.

But come on.

In the end, the human was saying that because he wanted to live.

He was asking for concessions.

He sighed again and clenched his iron pipe.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to live, but he didn’t want to go to such lengths.

His family is dead, his dreams and hopes are gone.

He was living because he couldn’t die, so maybe this was the right place to end it.

He picked himself up, with a sharpened iron pipe in his hand.

The zombies blocking his path flinched.

How could they recognize him with rotting noses, blown-out ears, and no eyes?

But they moved without muscles, so who cares if they had no eyes.

Anyway, after that day, the world became a science-free zone.

“I’ll buy you some time.”

With that, he tapped the stone at his feet with an iron pipe.

Bang, bang.

The zombies flinched and looked exactly where the sound came from.

“Thank you and I’m sorry.”

The grateful fellow ducked low and ran to the side.

He looked like he was going to run for the hills as the zombies swarmed him.

However, he didn’t wave goodbye to his grateful coworker.

In fact, he had nothing to be grateful for.

With the escape route blocked in front of them, there was no way the woods were safe.

Technically, they were both going to die.

He clutched his pipe as he watched his companion flee and the zombies rush toward them.

He was prepared to die, but the sight of the grotesque zombies charging at him was terrifying.

In zombie movies, the main character is always good at killing, but this wasn’t a movie.

In the movies, you could just cut off their heads and put a hole in their throats, but the zombies in front of me didn’t die.

If they had died that way, they wouldn’t have moved like this.

They were already running with half their heads blown off.

Unlike in the movies, stopping them meant smashing the remaining carcasses.

Blow off heads, crack ribs, cut off limbs.

I had to smash the limbs until there was nothing left intact before they stopped moving.

In fact, if it were zombies from a zombie movie, the world wouldn’t be this fucked up.

With all the modern weaponry available, there’s no way a zombie that can only be killed by a bullet to the head would be able to end the world.

However, these zombies could only be stopped by a hail of bullets and blown to smithereens.

Human firepower was not enough to stop them.

‘May one stop them.’

With an improbable hope, he thrust his forged iron pipe as hard as he could at the first zombie that lunged at him.

-Pfft!

As luck would have it, the pipe pierced the zombie’s head.

The zombie skidded to a halt.

The sight of it gave me pause, but alas, the monster that had stopped moved again.

-Grrrrr.

It came at me with both hands, its head impaled on a steel pipe.

It was very slow, thanks to the metal pipe, but the zombie didn’t stop.

I could have pulled the pipe out and run for it, but there were more zombies.

Two more zombies were flapping their arms and running toward me.

Even if I let go of the metal pipe, I couldn’t escape.

I looked at the two zombies charging at me and prepared myself for death.

It was then.

“!@!#!@#.”

I heard an unfamiliar voice in the distance.

It was a language I’ve never heard before, but it was a strange sound with a musical note.

At the same time, one of the zombies was engulfed in flames.

-Roar.

The zombie turned into a fireball and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the other zombie curled up on the spot with just one arrow in the head.

The zombie was helpless and crumbling.

It was ridiculous, but at the same time, it gave me hope.

I could live.

“Please! Help me!”

I screamed as I saw the zombie’s hands covering my vision.

The zombie’s hand grazed my face, and I saw a large sword above it.

A greatsword like I’ve never seen before.

The sword crushed the head with the metal pipe stuck in it.

-Kwazik.

After crushing the head, the sword also crushed the zombie’s chest and waist.

-Thud.

The wrapped metal pipe fell to the ground, and the zombie fell forward.

The zombie on the ground immediately stopped moving.

At the same time, the muscles that had held it together in such a ridiculous way fell apart and the bones separated.

The zombie turned back into a corpse and behind the dead zombie stood a large man in gleaming armor.

A handsome Western man with blond hair who looked like a knight from the Middle Ages.

Behind him, I could see a woman in a cloak, and a middle-aged man with a crossbow.

The woman was prettier than a celebrity, her ears poking out through her hair.

‘She can’t be an elf or something, can she?’

As he looked at the people standing in front of him, a crazy thought popped into his head.

While he was thinking about it, the knight in front of him spoke up.

“This sucks. I was so lucky to come back to my hometown.”

Strangely enough, I could understand what he was saying.

No wonder.

The blonde knight was speaking Korean.