26

After the misunderstanding was resolved and we reconciled, I became closer to Seo-ah again, and three days have passed since the day we became closer.

During that time, I didn't go out to get supplies or hunt zombies to get points, but just spent time with Seo-ah inside the house.

Most of us just lusted after each other's bodies in bed, but we also talked about ourselves and got to know each other better.

Now, three days have passed.

I closed my eyes and came out, ignoring Seo-ah's pleas for her to not go and to rest a little longer before leaving.

I packed a week's worth of food and water because I was worried that zombies might suddenly swarm and mutated zombies might appear like last time.

In addition, I came out after preparing so thoroughly that I thought it was too much, including two rifles and a pistol, plenty of ammunition, and knives and various throwing weapons.

Since there are too many weapons and food brought with you, the amount of materials and food found during the search that can be brought back will inevitably be significantly reduced compared to before.

In the first place, I already found a lot of food and water, so I didn't have to worry for the time being, and I think I'll be fine as I have almost everything I need.

Maybe that's why we can pay more attention to safety.

Anyway, I decided to first get my weapons from the police station and store them somewhere.

After that, I feel sorry for Seo-ah, but I plan to hunt zombies and get points, even if it means going a bit overboard.

But.

As usual, I was trying to avoid the zombies and enter the police station, but when I heard footsteps coming from inside, I held my breath and hid myself.

Of course I was convinced that it was a zombie, so I immediately took out my knife.

I roughly checked how many there were by the sound of their footsteps, and if they were worth fighting, I would immediately fight them and earn points. If I thought there were too many, I was going to give up for today and just run away.

"Do you think someone robbed it? There are traces left."

A voice was heard from inside.

There is no way a zombie could have spoken, so it must be a human, and above all, if you look at the content of the conversation.

"Survivor… ?"

There was a clear survivor.

The mere fact that I found a survivor other than Seo-ah and I brought me joy, but on the contrary, I began to doubt whether I could believe it.

In a world destroyed by zombies, law and order are in disarray.

Wouldn't it be highly likely that people who did not commit crimes because of law and order would show their hidden instincts when the things that bound them disappeared in an instant?

Just like the last time I raped Seo-ah by pushing her down with force, they too rape someone or commit murder without hesitation. If the world had not been destroyed, I might have committed a vicious act that could never be forgiven.

That's why I decided to keep my guard up and find out about them first.

"It doesn't seem like it's been that long?"

"Then maybe this place has already been robbed."

"Ha… Mr. How did you get here and you can't even get a gun?"

All the voices coming from inside were men's, and there were three people in total.

There may be more than them, but as of now, only three people can be confirmed.

By the way, it's a gun.

Since a police station is bound to have guns, it seems like they took the risk of coming here to look for guns.

Unless, like me, your overall abilities have increased with the help of the status window, there is no better weapon to get through a world turned into zombies than a gun.

"Like you said, I can't go back without looking for how I got here. I'll look for it once and then give up."

"Okay, okay. Let's look for it. Look for it. Fuck it."

If you listen to the conversation, it seems like they don't have a weapon called a gun yet.

Although it's only for a short time, there doesn't seem to be anything about the status window.

There is no gun, no status window… If I do this, I feel like I can deal with three people at the same time by myself.

First of all, not only do I have a gun, but even if I didn't have a gun, it was clear that if I looked at the status window and compared to before, I would never lose even if I fought with a blade , let alone my bare hands, as I am much stronger now.

Even if it is a 1v3 setup.

And above all, the more weapons the better.

Even if you already have a lot of weapons left at home after robbing the police station, you don't know what will happen to them later, so it's best to pile them up first.

So, even if it's important, my life and Seo-ah's life are important, and what happens to other people's lives that have nothing to do with it is none of my business.

So, this meant that the guns in the weapons warehouse on the second floor, which had not yet been moved, had to be found and suppressed before the power could be strengthened.

But will it be suppressed? It seems much easier and hassle-free to kill.

Murder. It's murder. I wonder if I can actually commit murder.

However, he may get angry at having his gun and take away right in front of him after keeping him alive for no reason and may come back for revenge later, so I think it would be better to just kill him here in peace.

I was worried.

If I keep him alive for no reason and come to take revenge, not only me but also Seo-ah may be in danger.

To be honest, even though I was a corpse, I hunted and almost slaughtered zombies, so I didn't think I could kill people.

You may feel guilty for a moment, but if you think that it was all for me and Seo-ah, you will be able to overcome it.

The hand holding the knife gradually gained strength.

My body was fully prepared, but my mind couldn't make up my mind.

Meanwhile.

"It seems like there is no first floor, so let's look for the second floor."

The survivors, who have finished searching the first floor, are about to head to the second floor, where the weapons are.

Now I really had to make a decision.

However, before he could make a decision, his body seemed to have made a decision of its own, and he stood up and entered the police station, holding the knife tightly.

Sabak. Sabak. Rustling.

He walked, stepping on all kinds of debris.

"Wait a minute…"

Did you hear my footsteps? One of the survivors stopped moving and instantly became quiet, as if giving a signal to the remaining survivors to be quiet.

Then, the only sound inside the police station was the sound of my footsteps stepping on debris.

"The sound of footsteps… Doesn't sound like a zombie?"

Someone opened their mouth, breaking the silence at a sound that was so different from the footsteps of a zombie walking precariously, staggering as if they were about to fall.

"Survivors! I think they're survivors and not us?!"

He was naively happy, thinking that he would definitely be a survivor just like them.

They don't even know that I'm going to kill them.

"I see. "I guess you're a survivor?"

The fact that they didn't even suspect the vividly heard footsteps and immediately dismissed them as survivors made them look like young chicks who hadn't even encountered mutant zombies yet.

That's because the mutant zombie's gait was not much different from that of a living person.

It seems like it will be much easier to kill them than I thought.

As I felt the difference in skill already beginning to appear, my nervous mind slowly eased.

Soon, when I saw the three survivors, I saw myself in their eyes.

"Wait a minute. Raise your weapon first."

The sturdy man, who could not hide his nervousness when he saw me armed with all kinds of weapons, told his colleagues to take up arms.

"Why all of a sudden? No one can tell I'm a zombie."

One of them did as he said and raised his weapon and glared at me, but the other one couldn't even understand the atmosphere and had doubts.

"Shut up and pick up your weapons!"

When he finally started shouting, he grumbled and immediately raised his weapon.

"Are you alone?"

"…"

They asked me questions carefully, but I couldn't answer and could only stare at them blankly.

Clean, uncorrupted skin, pure white eyes and black pupils. As his chest rose and fell repeatedly every time he breathed, it was clearly not a zombie, but a person, a survivor, and when I saw such a survivor, my head went cold.

I was just casually trying to kill the survivors who were struggling to survive in a ruined world.

When did I become so cruel?

It was so foreign to me that I immediately took action, saying I was going to kill him right away, thinking that some of the weapons I had packed with me might be taken away.

I got goosebumps because I felt like I wasn't myself.

There's no problem with giving me a weapon like that.

"Haa… "

I took a deep sigh and closed my eyes.

I grabbed my forehead, which was throbbing and complaining of pain.

"Are you okay?"

Continuing questions.

Only then did I open my eyes, which had been closed for a moment, and put away the knife.

It was too difficult for Seo-ah and I to navigate the world alone as the world was destroyed and mutated zombies appeared that I might never have been able to catch on my own if I wasn't lucky.

If I think about it calmly, if the mutant zombie I saw back then starts accumulating knowledge, it will only last about 3 years if it does well, and only about 1 year if it doesn't.

Even if we combined our strength, it wasn't enough. I opened my mouth, feeling very disappointed in myself for trying to kill a survivor who might be of great help later with just a few guns.

"Yes. It's okay."