6

I don't know how much time has passed.

As I was repeating the same thing every day, waking up and exploring the building, I suddenly felt that the concept of time was disappearing.

The world was destroyed in the first place, so there is no benefit in knowing the time anymore.

Because I wasn't a diligent enough person to keep a diary or record dates like a character in a movie.

So, like my instinct, I went around to all the nearby buildings through windows and rooftops to get the food and water needed for survival, and mercilessly killed any zombies I met along the way.

Fortunately, the neighborhood I lived in was a studio apartment, and the surrounding buildings were all close together, so it was entirely possible.

Thanks to the extensive raiding of two, or at most three, buildings in one day, enough food had already been collected, well over half a year's worth and even a year's supply.

Drinking water was also collected in a similar way, so there was no need to worry about starving to death for the time being.

I carefully asked myself whether it would be okay to wash my body with drinking water as a reward for my hard work.

How good does it really feel?

If the swarms that had been sticking to the skin like leeches, without falling for a long time, fly away all at once.

Even though there was no hot water, just being able to wash my sweaty body for several days felt like a relief.

Before I knew it, a smile was on my face.

I decided to take a shower in the evening after safely completing my exploration today, and again today, I left the room holding a sashimi knife in my hand.

I went through the window to another building, went up to the rooftop of that building, and went over to the rooftop of another building again, moving quickly to my destination.

The building we arrived at was right next to a new building that appeared to have been newly built.

The building with a clean exterior that stood tall among the old one-room buildings was luxurious to anyone's eyes.

Due to the nature of the building, it seems to be expensive, and security has to be particularly thorough, so there may be survivors.

Even if there wasn't, wouldn't there be enough food and water to overflow?

I went down from the rooftop with high expectations.

Yesterday, I climbed through the window and went into the room where I had already opened the front door and looked at the windows of the building next door.

It looked like a window leading to a hallway, but unlike the buildings that had been raided so far, there was a small security device installed on the window frame.

In normal times, it would have been impossible to open the tightly fixed window due to the security device, and even if it had been opened, the moment you set foot in it, all kinds of alarms would have gone off and not only the security company but also the police would have been contacted.

But now all the electricity in this neighborhood is out. There was no need to worry about that at all.

Even if the alarm goes off in the first place, no one will hear the alarm and come.

I stretched out my familiar hand and opened the window.

Because it was also newly built, high-end, and well-maintained, the windows opened very smoothly.

Once the space was secured, unlike in the past when I was embarrassed because I couldn't even cross this distance, I threw myself without a moment of hesitation and broke into the building through the window.

A quiet interior where no sound can be heard other than my footsteps hitting the ground in the hallway.

Still, I didn't let go of my guard and grabbed the doorknob of room 404 and turned it, just in case.

Of course, a door that cannot be opened if it is tightly closed.

He then touched the door of room 403 across from him, but the result was the same.

It does not open.

Before the zombie crisis broke out, I had no complaints about the performance of the door lock, but after the zombie crisis broke out, there will be no other machine that irritates me as much as the door lock.

I stood in front of rooms 402 and 401.

Here too, it is tightly closed and will not open. I had no intention of wasting energy on something unnecessary, so I didn't even pretend to put my hand on the doorknob, thinking it wouldn't open anyway.

In this case, there are two ways.

One is to break the door lock and enter as ignorantly as before.

The second is to climb the wall or pipe, find a window, and go inside.

The former is so loud that it can stimulate zombies, whether outside or inside, and lead to some worst situations.

However, the building was too large and wide to ensure safety, so it was excluded.

How about the next method? Climb the pipe, find the window, and go inside.

How many studio apartments have been robbed? Now that I'm used to it and have reached the level of an expert, I'm no longer the person I was in the past who had to worry about taking a wrong step and falling to my death.

I was confident.

Also,

"Status window."

[Jaewon Han

Level: 3

Strength: 15 Stamina: 12 Agility: 12 Magic: 10

(Skill)

Points held: 0]

A status window with a faint blue background that appears as soon as you call the status window.

Although the status window is still arbitrary, it appeared in front of my eyes as I spoke about it like this.

Sometimes I can't remember what they're doing no matter how many times I call them, but most of the time they listen to me and show me a status window like this.

Strength: 12 Stamina: 10 Agility: 12 Magic: 10 The shabby stats had changed a lot.

The level changed from 2 to 3, and strength alone increased by 3, stamina increased by 2, and agility increased by 1.

For your information, I'm not sure why I didn't increase my magic power because I'm not in the status window, but I don't have anything to do with magic right now, and I don't even know if It's possible to use it in the first place, so I think I didn't raise my stats like a gamble.

Also, since strength became 15, the point needed to raise it to 16 was now 2 points instead of 1 point.

For that reason, frantically raising just one ability level is an inefficient action.

So, Sang Tae-chang left aside the strength he had been focusing on for a while and tried to increase his stamina and agility at the same time.

It would have been better to think about increasing agility first and stamina as much as possible.

Even if you have a lot of stamina, one bite from a zombie is all it takes.

Anyway, thanks to my abilities being much different from before and my numerous experiences, climbing walls has become easier than ever, so there was no need for me to seriously consider the two methods.

I suddenly stuck my head out the window again and looked to see if I could step on something.

Fortunately, there was a small chin.

The area is not that big, but it is large enough to walk around so it is not a burden.

So I went out through the window again, stepped on the small ledge on the wall, and carefully moved toward room 402.

Several zombies who saw me climbing the wall below screamed and stretched out their hands at me, but it was useless.

I moved carefully, stepping on the ledge, and was eventually able to reach the balcony.

When I arrived at the balcony, I held on to the railing, trying to prevent myself from impulsively placing my hand on my forehead.

Perhaps because it is a new building, the balcony window can only be opened from the inside.

It was just a new building, and I was so excited by the thought that there might be survivors and that I might be able to get a huge amount of food or water even if there were no survivors that I started moving without even thinking about the basics.

The buildings I've been in so far only had small studio rooms without balconies, and it was a natural mistake as I got used to it.

Just as I was about to click my tongue and go back.

As the wind blew, the blinds were blowing, and they were hitting the concrete wall and making a loud noise.

I thought all the windows were closed, but one at the end was wide open.

I guess God hasn't abandoned me yet.

I quickly climbed over the railing and entered the house.

I was greeted by a simple and clean spacious living room, as if there was a reason for it to be a new and luxurious villa.

Small luxuries that can be seen behind the scenes.

There is a reason why it is expensive, and the people who live in expensive houses also have a reason.

I also had a desire to live in a house like this someday.

Should I completely move my residence here at this point?

As zombies appeared and the world was destroyed, an opportunity arose.

The important thing is that even if I lived in such a nice house, there was no one to brag about.

But what… The house is spacious, so it's not bad.

The only problem was that there was too much to move.

It is difficult to simply move almost a year's worth of food and the equivalent amount of drinking water, but moving it by jumping from building to building is bound to be even more difficult and time-consuming.

Is it worth going through all that trouble to move?

I slowly looked inside the house.

The owner of the house was a woman, and there were many traces of her living here and there.

In the picture frame placed under the large TV, there is a couple who has not been able to withstand the ravages of time, slipping through their middle-aged years and moving towards old age, and a woman who is so beautiful that it would be surprising if she were a celebrity, with a bright smile on her lips. There was.

It is a harmonious family.

And this house probably belongs to this woman who appears to be the couple's daughter.

Then, suddenly, I found something strange.

Even though the frame was clean, it was too clean.

It's not exact, but it's been more than two weeks since the zombie outbreak occurred, and there's not a single speck of dust on the picture frame.

Is it just the picture frame?

The area around the frame and other areas is as clean as if it was cleaned today.

A strange excitement came to me.

But even as I shook my head, I told myself not to have false expectations again.

How many expectations did I have in this short period of time, and how many of those expectations were shattered in an instant.

"I guess the dust hasn't been settled yet."

I thought so.

No, I decided to think about it.

The door opens on its own as if waiting just as the master bedroom door was about to be opened.

The woman I just saw in the picture frame opened the door.

A living person.

She was shaking and holding the doorknob as if she was scared.

"Ah… ?

He looked at me with blank eyes and let out a foolish exclamation.

It is truly pitiful to see her body and mind devastated as she goes through the zombie outbreak.

Nevertheless, her original beautiful appearance still shines.

She is like that.

"Kwaaaaat?!"

She suddenly let out a scream.