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The rotten skin that was completely different from that of a living person, as well as the rotten stench that strongly assaulted my nose, made me frown.

Such a living corpse. The zombie found me.

"Kyaaaaa!"

He rushed towards me while screaming.

The movement of the zombie fluttering around in the air with her arms outstretched towards me was very monotonous.

Just like people, there are differences in the appearance of each zombie, such as the clothes they wear, their faces, and their body shapes, but their actions are all the same.

When it sees a living person, it runs towards it with a scream of joy and stretches out its hands while running towards it in order to devour it. This behavior seems to be an immutable law, so I skillfully put my foot on the stomach of the zombie that was running towards me and pushed it down.

Then the zombie falls awkwardly, unable to keep its balance.

He immediately plunged the knife into the zombie's neck.

A sharp blade cutting into rotten flesh.

Soon, the presence of hard bone was felt from the blade.

When the strength value exceeded 20 through the status window, I was able to break the zombie's bones with all my strength.

As a cracking sound was heard, the zombie's neck became tattered and fell off.

"Kyaaaaa… ?"

The zombie that lost her head just followed her instincts, flailing her arms and legs, but after a while she flopped down and stopped moving completely.

As she decapitated the zombie, she wiped the black, putrid blood that had splattered on her face with her sleeve and clicked her tongue.

"Tsk…"

The Sashimi knife, which was a good companion and trustworthy weapon, felt like its blade was getting dull the more zombies it killed.

At first I didn't notice much of a difference, but now I could see that my lifespan was not long.

Before, it boasted a sharp blade, but at some point, the tip of the blade began to become blunt, making it difficult to cut not only the zombie's bones but also her flesh.

So, she was hunting with the feeling that she was going to kill her by forcefully cutting off her head and pushing her with such ignorant force.

Just as in the past, as armor developed and swords became less effective, swords were used for striking rather than stabbing.

The moment you make a mistake, the moment you get even the slightest bite, you are in a situation where death is inevitable. In this case, it would be much better to just use a kitchen knife.

She decided to only use the kitchen knives she had saved up, until she found a tool that would resharpen her knives for the inevitable.

She put the sashimi knife in her makeshift knife pouch and then took out a kitchen knife.

Although the size was reduced by more than half, unlike the blunt blade of the sashimi knife, the newly taken out kitchen knife was sharp enough to cut through any zombie's flesh or thick bones.

As a test, I lightly traced the skin of a zombie that had been reduced to a corpse.

As soon as the rotten flesh touched the sharp blade, it split to the left and right as if melting, and rotten black blood flowed out.

I was satisfied with the performance, but I walked away feeling disappointed that the reach had become much shorter.

As I stepped on the zombies, I did not stop and went looking for zombies that were alone or gathered in small numbers.

To get points.

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As time passed, I was looking out the window from a room in a four-story one-room building.

The visible appearance of the police station.

"It's a police station…"

Like this, when the zombie apocalypse breaks out, the most trustworthy organization after the military is the police, but the police station I am looking at right now was not like that at all.

Clothes and other items scattered about, and even a police car stained with blood.

The exterior was in such disarray that it was safe to say it was a complete ruin, so I had the feeling that the interior wouldn't be much different.

Still, the place where survivors are most likely to be found is inside that police station, and more than anything, you can get a good weapon called a gun, so it is a place that I inevitably have to go to.

Since there seemed to be no zombies around, I decided to move right away.

I went out the window and slowly went down the pipe.

When I reached the end, I looked around carefully and put my feet down on the ground.

I quickly hid myself without any time to indulge in the feeling of asphalt that I felt for the first time in a long time.

I looked around again.

I am confident that I can win a fight even if one, two, or three animals attack me at once, but that is nothing short of reckless in an open area like this where there is a risk of being attacked not only from the side but Also from behind. Br〉

Therefore, I tried to avoid encountering zombies as much as possible.

Even if you encountered one, fighting was prohibited due to the zombies who could suddenly appear at any time and from any place.

Therefore, I quickly entered the police station with my senses more tense than usual.

I hid behind the police car for a while and looked at the police station building and parking lot covered in blood and thoughts for a moment.

Since it is a police station, it would not be surprising at all if people flocked here when the zombie apocalypse just broke out.

Rather, as if it were natural, traces of a gruesome battle with zombies were visible, but strangely enough.

"Why aren't there any bodies?"

Looking at the bullet marks and guns visible here and there, there was clearly a battle, but I don't know why I can't see any zombie corpses.

By the way, it's a gun.

I went straight to the gun I saw, took it in my hand, and hid again.

Clap!

"…"

I opened the revolver's cylinder and looked into the chamber.

Five bullets were visible in a total of six chambers, but they were empty shells, probably because they had already been used.

In this case, it's a situation where you have a revolver and you're running out of mana.

In the first place, the sound was so loud that it could not be used because it was likely to attract zombies that might be around.

When it's really the worst. When an extreme situation arises where it cannot be used, it will have no choice but to be used as a precaution, so even if there were bullets, the situation would not have changed much.

I got up again, was alert, and carefully ran inside the police station.

When I came inside, I was greeted by blood stains that had been flying everywhere, but had now hardened and turned brown, and the inside was a mess.

I couldn't believe that this was a normally operating police station just a few days ago.

That probably means that the situation has reached a catastrophe.

Sabak. Sabak.

I stepped on the hardened blood on the floor and walked away from the scattered chairs.

That's how I arrived at the civil complaint consultation desk.

I looked inside through the slightly open door, and as expected, the inside was in disarray.

When I checked through the gap in the door, there didn't seem to be any moving figures that looked like zombies, let alone survivors.

It's good.

When I carefully opened the door, the hinges screamed and made a fuss, and my heart sank for a moment.

Fortunately, the surroundings were still quiet as there were no zombies around who heard this sound.

Sabak. Sabak.

I went inside the civil complaint consultation desk and started exploring.

I looked carefully to see if I could take anything with me, if I could get any information, or if I could find any ammunition, but this effort turned out to be futile.

Unfortunately, the police station was still large and had many rooms.

I left the civil complaint consultation counter and entered the civil complaint consultation counter 2 right next to it.

Should I say the same? After struggling here too, I entered through the door next to the information desk.

This is the inside of an eye patch that can be seen from the outside. It appears to be an administrative office.

And there seemed to be quite a fight here, so there was a lot of hardened blood splattered everywhere, and bullets were found embedded in walls, desks, and objects.

I feel like I can salvage something from here.

Not long after rummaging through the management office, I found another revolver.

However, this revolver was also full of spent shell casings.

Just in case, I decided to take this revolver with me and put it in my bag and kept looking at it.

Soon the search was over and a total of five revolvers were discovered. At this level, there would have been at least one shot, but when there wasn't even a single shot left, a feeling of despair tormented me.

Still, I've only looked at three places now.

I left the management office and walked down the hallway with hope.

As I walked, I looked at all the rooms I saw here and there.

I searched the bathroom, lounge, management room, and even the bathroom, but the only thing I found was a revolver with an empty magazine.

Is it possible to find a bullet like this? A sign reading "Employee Locker Room" Is visible amidst suspicion.

I entered the office with anticipation.

As soon as you enter, there is a huge cabinet lying blocking the way.

I stepped on the cabinets and tried to open them one by one, but there were locks so I couldn't open them easily.

I was thinking of just breaking the lock to open it, but for now I decided to just see if anything could be opened and open all the cabinets once.

Among these many cabinets, only fifteen were open. Of the fifteen, I could only find what I needed in one cabinet.

That's a revolver loaded with live ammunition.

Excluding the first chamber and the second blank, which are kept empty just in case, you get four rounds.

Instead of the pocket I had attached to my waist to store the sashimi knife, I forced the revolver into the pocket I used to store the kitchen knife in my hand and left the locker room.