14

After searching as much as I could, I found almost nothing on the first floor, except for the revolver I got from the employee locker room and the four rounds of ammunition it contained.

So, I decided to look away from the first floor and go straight to the second floor, and stood in front of the blood-stained stairs.

There were chairs and desks scattered around the bottom and in the middle of the stairs that couldn't have been there. It looked like something large like a desk or chair had been taken from inside and dropped down to block the zombies that were following up to the second floor, following closely behind the survivors who were running away from the first floor to the second floor. .

It was obvious that if I touched it, it would fall down and make a noise, so I put my feet down carefully, avoiding chairs and desks, and went up to the second floor.

As expected, the situation on the second floor was similar to the first floor.

The blood-covered interior is extremely dizzy.

I frowned as I looked at the mess with no place to step.

Struggling to survive from zombies. At one time, I was not very happy with the miserable traces of the survivors.

Still, I had to finish my job.

Sabagsabag.

I started exploring the second floor, stepping on the hardened blood.

There must be a place here that still needs to be found.

That place is none other than an armory or a shooting range.

It's a two-story police station building, and if you can't find the weapons depot or shooting range on the first floor, it's bound to be somewhere on the second floor, but I don't know where it is.

Well, I understand that it is hidden because it is a place with dangerous guns, but I never dreamed that it wouldn't be seen like this.

It's good.

I carefully opened one iron door.

There is a loud noise coming from the hinge, but I am the only one who hears it.

"This place… "

I was able to find a room made up of several iron bars surrounding a large pillar.

From my limited knowledge, it appears to be a detention center, which seems to lend strength to this speculation.

A man was found lying on his back inside a cage.

In contrast to the rotten skin of the zombies I've seen so many times, the relatively clean skin raises expectations as to whether they are survivors.

"…"

Not only did he not make even the slightest movement, as if he wasn't even breathing, but he continued to lie down without even knowing I was there.

"Is he dead?"

The man still doesn't even react.

It looked like it was dead.

Well, it was natural.

How long has it been since the zombie outbreak broke out in the world? In a tightly packed detention cell with nothing to drink or eat, I was lucky not to have been bitten by a zombie, but I was starving even more painfully than that. No, it is clear that he has dried up and died.

In this case, I think it would have been better to get bitten by a zombie and become a zombie like everyone else.

I tried to look away and looked at other detention centers.

Fortunately, other detention centers are empty, as if no one has died like this man.

There are just traces of blood.

Still, I looked around to see if there was anything worth taking.

As if betraying all these efforts, the only thing I found was a three-step stick.

When using this, it seemed much better to just use a kitchen knife with a short reach.

I was going to leave the triple pole where I found it, but I picked it up again thinking I might use it someday.

Above all, it can be reduced in size, so there is no problem in carrying it around. It seems to be sturdier than expected, so I folded it and put it in my bag.

That's how I left the detention center.

"Huh?"

When I had just walked a short distance after leaving the detention center.

When I saw the words I had long for on the sign, my heart pounded with excitement.

That's because the sign said [Shooting range].

I went straight into the shooting range with great excitement.

Leaving aside the admiration that came over me at the unfamiliar sight of the shooting range, I headed to the place where the guns were stored.

I frowned at the storage box, which looked shabby as if someone had already taken it out, but I was able to find a few revolvers, Glocks, and two automatic rifles still remaining.

I have never served in the military, and since I grew up as an orphan and didn't have to go to the military, I don't know the names of these guns.

Just because of the existence of automatic rifles, it wasn't so scary even if multiple zombies came at once.

I pulled the bolt.

Cheolkeong.

It followed behind without a hitch, making sure it was well maintained, but when I let go, it found its place in the blink of an eye.

Pull the trigger and tick! I think it's working well because I can hear a dull sound.

The gun was ready, so I waited for an hour, but what was more important than that was the ammunition.

When I looked to the side, there was an ammunition storage box right next to the gun storage box.

The inside of the ammunition storage box, which boasted a size much larger than the gun storage room, was about half empty, but there was still a lot of ammunition that caught my eye.

A smile naturally appeared on my lips.

I quickly put the ammunition in my bag, afraid that someone might steal it.

I probably won't be able to fit it all, but I was planning on cramming it in as much as I could, and if it wasn't enough, I could put it in a storage space, including my clothes pocket, or take it with me.

By the way.

"… ?"

While I was loading up as much ammunition as I could get my hands on, I noticed something strange.

That is, the sizes of the ammunition are all different.

What is it? I stopped what I was doing for a moment, picked up some random ammunition, and put it into the magazine of the automatic rifle I had just acquired.

Of course, the size didn't fit.

It seems that slightly larger ammunition is needed.

So I found the right ammunition and put it in, and the bullet case accepted the ammunition properly.

"Is the bigger the gun the bigger the ammunition?"

My guess is this.

So these small ammunition seem to be used in revolvers or automatic pistols.

The problem is that even small ammunition is not compatible with all handguns.

"Tsk."

Clicking my tongue, I put all the ammunition into the rifle's cartridge case and loaded it, then put all the bullets into the other pistol's cartridge cases as well.

Because of this, the volume felt a bit reduced, so I somehow succeeded in putting all the ammunition into the bag.

All that's left are a few rifles and a few pistols. I think I can somehow carry this much.

When I came out of the shooting range, I found a weapons warehouse right across from me.

I was momentarily speechless and walked into the weapons warehouse.

As if one wasn't enough, as I passed through the wide open iron door with three locks and went inside, I let out a helpless laugh as I wondered what I had just done.

Not surprisingly, there were more guns and ammunition inside, as well as grenades and tear gas.

At this rate, there seemed to be no need to worry about zombies for the time being.

I was confident that if I gave Seo-ah, who was home alone, two pistols and a few grenades as spares, she would be able to survive on her own in case of an emergency.

So now I am.

"When are you going to take all this?"

The urgent priority was to find a way to take it all with a happy face and a place to store it.

*

I came down to the first floor, stuffing only the weapons I thought I would most need from the armory into my bag.

Still quiet inside the police station.

However.

Outside the police station, I noticed zombies loitering around that I hadn't seen a single one on my way here.

It's not just one zombie, it's a large number of dozens of zombies.

It wasn't a big problem for me as I became stronger with the weapon called a gun, but what if… You never know.

More zombies may rush in upon hearing the gunshot.

Therefore, rather than thinking about blindly fighting back, I had to find a way to return.

Immediately, an answer came to mind.

That means leaving the police station through another door.

There was no way there was only one entrance to this large building.

I had no doubt that there would be two, or at most three, so I entered the building again.

And, remembering the emergency exit sign I saw when exploring the first floor, I walked out without hesitation.

First, the side door.

I opened the door slightly, just enough to fit one finger in, and looked outside.

There are a lot of zombies here too.

Then what about the door on the other side?

The same goes for the door on the other side.

Finally, I headed to the back door.

The back door was no different, with zombies hanging around, but compared to the front door and side doors, there were only a significantly smaller number of zombies.

Still, I decided to wait for a while to see if the zombies would disappear somewhere like before.

He carried a heavy bag filled with minimal drinking water and food, as well as all kinds of guns and ammunition. I put it down and put my butt down on the cold floor.

I leaned my back against the wall and raised my head.

"Ha… "I miss you Seo-ah."

I miss Seo-ah so much today.

I miss my long brown hair, and I miss my red eyes so much.

And her soft skin and her scent still pierce my nose.

Before I knew it, I felt completely fascinated by a woman named Seo-ah.

No, because he is the only survivor besides me, I may be becoming obsessed without knowing.

So, as the time you spend with her increases, will you fall more in love with her or will your desire to possess her her her her body her and her her mind her her her increase her?

I want to own people. It's a desire and emotion that I don't understand, but I feel like this is love.

A teacher at an orphanage once said that although love may seem pure and clean on the outside, if you look inside, it is dirtier and filthier than anything else.

"…"

Anyway, I have to stay stuck here until the zombies disappear, so I decided to use this time to check out a gun I wasn't familiar with.

Since I don't have a clock, I don't know how much time has passed.

As I got hungry, I ate water and food from my bag.

After eating, I could see that I only had two days worth of water and food.

It's okay though.

Before then, I will be able to return home to Seo-ah.

I looked outside the door again with hope.

Rather, I lamented the sight of the zombies that seemed to have increased in number.

I can't help but wait a little… I decided to stay here a little longer and closed the door.

So I spent two days at the police station.