5

The next morning.

A lot happened yesterday, and the electricity supply was completely cut off, so it was only 7pm, but the night sky was dark, so I went to sleep early and woke up early in the morning.

As soon as I opened my eyes, what I did was to carefully open the window that was tightly closed so that not a single ray of light could enter and check outside.

Perhaps… I slowly looked out at the scenery outside where sparrows were chirping, fervently praying that everything that had happened so far had not just been a dream.

As if betraying my expectations, there were still hideous corpses walking around outside.

"Haa… "

I closed the window again, letting out a sigh.

In the dark room again, I looked up at the ceiling blankly.

I somehow managed to get food and water, but I don't know how long I can last with this. Also, I don't know if it will be possible for humans to survive until the food runs out.

I'm lonely, bored, and most of all, my whole body itches because I haven't been able to wash for a while, and it's driving me crazy.

Since you don't know when something will happen and you may not be able to get it again, it makes no sense to use it to wash your body with water that should be used sparingly as much as possible.

I feel like I want to shake my head hard at the past where I set a formula of taking a shower once every two days, or once a week, if it's as long as possible.

"Whoa."

I stood up with a short exclamation.

I couldn't just sit like this forever.

I took out the warm canned tuna and the cold, hard boiled rice that I had just gotten yesterday, lightly filled my hungry stomach, and then immediately left the room with a sashimi knife in my hand.

Warm morning sunlight was shining through the small window on the stairs and into the hallway on the third floor.

It's a space that's not too dark and not too bright, but it's a much larger space compared to my room.

At least for now, it was the perfect place to swing the sashimi knife in advance.

With a short deep breath, I raised my sword high.

The sashimi knife, which was sharp enough to tear my skin with just a touch, was giving me the confidence to live in a world gone crazy.

A sashimi knife with a sharp blade that may have been lovingly and diligently maintained by the original owner like one of her family members.

I was excited at the thought that with this, unlike yesterday, I might be able to defeat a zombie with one hit.

However, the shortcomings that existed in kitchen knives were still present in sashimi knives.

That's the length.

Although it was twice as long as a kitchen knife, it still felt somewhat short.

I can't help it. Putting my regrets aside, I assumed a posture I had seen somewhere before and swung the sword blindly.

Huh! Whoop! Love it! Hung!

The tip of the blade was momentarily bent and swung, as if a sharp blade was cutting through the air.

At this level, I feel like I can easily kill even a few zombies.

If you have a good weapon in your hand, you will gain confidence and momentum.

I gasped as I carefully put down the sword that had been swung countless times through the air.

I took a moment to catch my breath and went into the house in front where the door lock was tattered.

A quiet one-room room with no traces of people anywhere and only traces of where people once lived.

I looked out the only window in the room and held my pounding heart.

There was another building right across from the building I was in now.

Like this, it is a multi-generational one-room type building. In that building, unlike here, there may still be people alive or hiding waiting for rescue.

"Can I… ?"

I had a doubt.

I got a good weapon, but shouldn't I do something?

Also, it is the same as a typical game where you must hunt zombies to get points to increase your abilities.

Because of this, fighting zombies is inevitable.

But on the first floor.

So, even though there were a lot of zombies in the common entrance on the first floor that was blocked off yesterday, there were too many.

Fighting the zombies there is too much pride and it would just be a thoughtless action.

That's why I looked into the next building where there might be survivors.

Even if there were zombies, the ideal way seemed to be to move to the next building, where there might be one, two, or three at most.

Is this the same as my thoughts?

[Jaewon Han

Level: 2

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

(Skill)

Points held: 0]

As if defending, the status window appeared and disappeared.

"Okay… Let's go. We're going."

Anyone can see that this is crazy.

There is nothing strange if everyone says this in unison.

If we obtained quite a bit of food and water through yesterday's exploration, we might be able to hide for a while.

And.

However, I chose to keep moving forward without stopping.

No, from the beginning, the only option I had was to move on.

That's because a status window that seemed to have an ego appeared to me.

There is no way this would have appeared to me for no reason.

"Seup… "

I took a deep breath and gently closed my eyes.

And then I exhaled and slowly opened my closed eyes.

I had already made up my mind.

Before I knew it, my steps were on the bed in front of the window, and I was standing up and opening the window.

A window that opens easily without any obstruction, and a window on the opposite side of the building that can be reached with just an outstretched hand.

She stretched out her hand toward the window.

She touched the window carefully because she might fall if she did it wrong.

The window opened so softly that it felt like nothing, as if God, who had been ignoring and watching me until now, was finally trying to help me.

Although I was fortunate, I also felt a sense of regret.

If it hadn't been opened, I wouldn't have had to take a reckless risk through self-rationalization. I looked around the room through the wide open window, leaving the faint sound behind.

In this world, other than me, all other humans have disappeared.

There are clear traces of human habitation until recently, but the owner of these traces cannot be found anywhere.

First, I threw the weapon that I had put down for a moment to the other side.

Afterwards, I handed over a small bag containing the bare minimum food and a bottle of water just in case, and then slipped into the narrow window.

"… "

The cold morning wind blew straight through me.

It was only three stories high, but looking down from above, it felt higher than ever.

If I fell here, I wouldn't die, but it was clear that I wouldn't be in a state to run away from zombies.

If this was going to be the case, should I have gone over from the 2nd floor instead of the 3rd?

Should I turn it now?

But since I had already thrown away the weapon, I shook my head and shook off my thoughts.

The first time I faced a zombie, the same fear enveloped me as the second time I faced it.

Although the distance to the ground here is very far, the distance to the window in front is not that much.

I tried to push away my fear by biting my lower lip so hard that it bled.

When the heart that had hardened earlier returned and the tremors had subsided to some extent, I threw myself away.

My body passed right through the window and fell onto the bed.

I trembled when the sashimi knife that had been thrown in front of me greeted me.

I left behind my pounding heart and put on my bag and held the knife in my hand.

In preparation for any unexpected zombies, even in this narrow room, I kept my guard up, looked around and prepared for battle.

Fortunately, there were no zombies to be found, even in the bathroom.

As soon as safety was secured, I immediately opened the refrigerator door.

Five 1.5L bottles of water and a large amount of food were stored in the refrigerator, but the problem was that the refrigerator did not work for a while, so I couldn't help but feel disappointed that most of it was going to get spoiled .

Fortunately, there were some canned food and new rice in the cupboard, so I spent the night.

It means that it was not a futile act.

I roughly gathered them all in one place and put my ear to the front door.

There doesn't seem to be any sound outside.

Are there no zombies?

I carefully opened the door lock manually.

You could hear a faint sound, but it was still quiet outside.

Even when the door lock is unlocked and the handle is turned, there is no sound or even a sign of being opened.

It's good.

The unique sound of the hinges of an old door tickled my ears.

I looked down the hallway through the small open door.

All you can see is the hallway bathed in warm morning sunlight shining through the window.

I carefully opened the door further.

The hinge cries loudly, but no one responds to it except me.

I came out into the hallway and looked at the three remaining rooms.

They are all locked tightly with door locks, so the only answer is to open the door and make a loud noise like yesterday, but there is one thing that needs to be checked first.

That's right in this building.

To be precise, it was the presence or absence of zombies in the hallways and stairs from the 1st to 4th floors.

This is because, even though there are zombies, if you carelessly open the door without checking properly, you may give up to a zombie that approaches after hearing the sound.

That's why we checked the 4th floor first.

The 4th floor is empty except for a few items that show signs of use.

I came down from the 4th floor, passed through the 3rd floor, checked the 2nd floor, and when it was empty, I checked the 1st floor.

And I frowned and sighed.

Because the common entrance of this building was wide open.

Even if I don't see any zombies nearby, I start the task of opening the door, and at the same time, the zombies are sure to hear a loud noise and arrive at me through the wide open communal entrance.

Is it possible to close it manually?

The only method I know is electronic, even if it is manual.

If this continues, there is nothing that can be done.

I had no choice but to climb through the windows of the safely secured building I was in and search for them one by one.

I never dreamed that I would be doing this risky and, above all, extremely annoying labor here, in a world destroyed by zombies.

As if cheering for me. No, it's like making fun of me.

[Jaewon Han

Level: 2

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

(Skill)

Points held: 0]

The status window appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

Bastard.