15

As if he knew I was here.

As the days went by, the zombies outside grew, not decreasing, as if they were waiting for me to come out.

Looking at the zombies wearing police uniforms, it seemed like they had probably returned to their original places.

"Tsk…"

I clicked my tongue and looked down at the remaining food.

Not even a day, but just one meal.

In order to eat even this sparingly, I kept splitting and splitting it, so it ended up not even being a meal.

"I can't help it."

I had no choice but to hurriedly chuck the remaining water and food down my throat and finally put the bag I had put down two days ago back on my shoulder.

You can't hide in the police station forever.

There was no need to eat here, so staying there would have been a big disaster unless the zombies went somewhere.

You should also try to escape when you have the strength. More than anything, I'm so worried about Seo-ah, who will be left alone without me, that it's driving me crazy.

Will I be okay alone? I don't know if I'm eating on time and sleeping well.

Even before she met me, she was doing well on her own and it was not the time to worry about her Seo-ah her her her, but I inadvertently laughed at the sight of me continuing to worry about her .

I wasn't the type of person to worry about others.

"Whoa…"

I fixed my rifle.

Since there was no way to avoid the commotion, this time it was time to test the rifle I obtained here, not the knife.

I'm not sure if my shooting skills will keep up, though.

Ah. Another one.

Since her life she was in danger and she couldn't even carry the sashimi knife, she boldly threw it away and put her pistol in its place.

I think I should have at least one kitchen knife just in case.

I took a deep breath in front of the door.

Finally, after checking again whether the ammunition was properly placed in the bullet case and whether the adjuster was in the safe position automatically, the pin of the grenade was pulled out.

I opened the door small and threw the grenade as far as possible.

Tuk.

"Kyaaak?!"

"Kyaaaaa!"

"Kaaaaak!"

The zombies reacted to the sound made when the grenade fell.

I don't know what it was, but I screamed and started running towards the place where the sound came from.

And after a while.

Kwaaaaang!

The zombies that rushed towards the grenade with the pin pulled out were torn apart beyond recognition.

Fortunately, the zombies that were far away were crawling on the ground, losing body parts.

I kicked down the door and went out.

Due to the sound of the explosion, zombies could already be seen flocking here.

The zombies who came here after hearing the sound later found me alive and changed their target.

The very front. So, I aimed my gun at the zombies running ahead and pulled the trigger.

The zombie who was leading with light shooting out of the muzzle was hit by a fast-flying bullet and fell helpless.

If the front one falls, the zombie running right behind will take the lead. They were not living humans and felt no fear.

Even if the zombies running ahead fell helplessly, they never stopped.

It just moves according to its instinct to desire me, the soft flesh of a living human being.

"Tsk… !"

Even though it was more than I thought, it was still too much.

I brought a lot of grenades because I thought this would be the case, but I feel like I'll use them all here.

It's good to save, but you have to live first.

Without a moment of hesitation, I opened another grenade and threw it.

Moving objects and making loud noises as they fall on the asphalt, but the zombies ran without even paying attention as the people in front of them were more important than the newly created objects and sounds.

Immediately, there was a loud explosion and debris flew in all directions.

I lowered my posture as much as possible and covered myself with my bag to prepare for the aftereffects of the grenade, but I was unable to avoid all the fragments.

Fortunately, there were no injuries due to the fact that I had thick books wrapped around my sleeves and legs in case I was bitten.

There is no time to take comfort in this fate.

There was a moment of relief on the side where the grenade exploded, but many zombies were still approaching at high speed on the other side.

I ran back to where I had stopped.

You have to somehow outrun the zombies that are following you closely.

To do so, it seems best to go inside the building and hide again until it quiets down.

"Not here… ! Not here… !"

There is no suitable building in sight.

If you go into a random building and there is no place to hide, you will end up isolated, so you have to choose carefully.

However, since it is an emergency situation where life is at stake, there is no way that it will go as planned.

Therefore, I can only check with my eyes and move as my instincts guide me.

Around the time I ran until I was out of breath.

I found the entrance to one building.

A sturdy iron door and a structure that can be closed and locked manually were the most ideal for me than any other door.

So, I'm planning to head there right away.

A zombie with an unusual appearance walked out of a narrow alley right next to the building.

It looks completely different from the zombies I've seen so far.

Unlike regular zombies covered in rotten skin, their entire bodies were red, as if they had all their skin cut off and only the muscles remained.

"Variant… !"

Considering what this meant, it was clear that it was a variant zombie.

Intuition is speaking.

If you fight against them like you would any other zombie, you will not escape death.

So I immediately turned around and ran in the other direction.

The zombie, who couldn't let me go on a day like this, ran towards me without knowing why, curling up the corners of her mouth and quickly crossing her legs.

The speed is very fast.

When he started running at a faster speed than me, who had raised his agility level considerably through the system, he gave up running away with a look of disappointment on his face.

I was already tired, but if he was faster than me, I could have run away.

So, she threw her bag off her shoulder to the side and got down on her knees with her rifle in hand.

Placing her butt against her shoulder, she lowered her head to the side and brought her right eye into view.

After catching my breath, I held my breath and pulled the trigger.

The target is the head of a mutant zombie.

Taang!

Bullets flew out of her gun's muzzle.

The fast-flying bullet headed straight for her neck, but just before the bullet hit the mutated zombie's neck, the zombie turned her body to avoid it.

As a result, the bullet that flew toward her her neck her ended up hitting her her shoulder her her her.

"What?!"

It doesn't look like he saw it in advance and avoided it.

So that means she saw it with her eyes and avoided it. Does that make sense?

"Kyahaaaaa!"

The mutated zombie rushed at her again with a loud scream, as if she was angry at what had happened to her.

Accident… Okay. It's probably just a coincidence. I pulled the trigger again.

She fired not once, but repeatedly, and the mutated zombie was unable to withstand her barrage of bullets and turned to her side, bleeding profusely.

"Avoiding it?"

It's certain.

That mutant zombie knows how to think, unlike other zombies that lack intelligence.

Her physical ability alone makes no sense, but she also has intellect.

What kind of balance is this?

The thing about her is that her her body her her her she isn't very strong, so you can probably kill her with her her gun her her her.

The problem is that mutated zombies are a problem, but regular zombies are her biggest problem.

Here, she opened a small grenade and threw it with all her might towards the zombies, as if she wanted to see the end.

As the strength level has now reached 30, the grenade flew too far and bounced and rolled when it hit the ground, causing an explosion among the zombies.

While I was distracted throwing the grenade, the mutated zombie couldn't hold back anymore and was running towards me.

As soon as she picked up her gun, which she had put down for a moment, the mutated zombie grabbed something of hers and threw it at me, as if to let me know that she definitely had intelligence.

As she accurately aimed her gun, her posture went haywire.

The mutant zombie that ran quickly took this opportunity and jumped high.

"Fuck, fuck!"

I couldn't hold back her swearing as I saw the mutated zombie falling right on top of me.

"Pfft!"

As expected, she fell on top of me and quickly threw her body backwards, narrowly avoiding it.

As I was about to dodge, the mutated zombie immediately swung at me with her hand with her sharp, long nails, and she quickly blocked it with her gun and pulled the trigger.

After seeing that again, she tilted her head to the side to avoid it, and thinking that her gun alone wouldn't work, she let go of her gun and kicked the mutant zombie.

Only then did the mutated zombie fall from above me.

Tick tick.

Her magazine she seemed to have run out and she no longer fired fire from her muzzle her her her her.

"Okay, let's do it, you bastard."

I pulled out a kitchen knife from my waist.

The mutated zombie laughed heartily, as if she couldn't possibly think of having a close fight with him.

But what can you do?

To use her her gun her her her. So much.

"Kyaaaaa!"

"Is it enough?"

Mutant zombies running towards you. As if she was waiting, she quickly pulled out her pistol from her waist and aimed it at the mutated zombie's head.

Although he has intelligence, this was his first time learning about a weapon called a gun, and the mutant zombie, who didn't know whether there were small guns in addition to big guns, finally realized that something was wrong and tried to turn around .

It's already too late to avoid it.

Bang! And pierced the mutant zombie's head with a clear and cheerful sound.

Her eyes became cloudy.

Also, she lost her strength and her head fell back and fell to the floor.

His defeat of her was due to his carelessness and knowledge of her.

If she had known in advance about the existence of the pistol, she would have been fully prepared. Even if that weren't the case, it was clear that if she hadn't been careful, she would have been able to dodge it like she did earlier by tilting her head to the side at close range.

I wiped away the red blood from the mutated zombie that had splattered around my mouth with my hand.

Then, turning her gaze to the mutated zombie lying there as a cold corpse, she threw her bag, which she had thrown on the floor, over her shoulder and ran away again.

Soon after, the corpse of the mutant zombie, which no longer moved, was mercilessly trampled and crushed by regular zombies and lost its shape.