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As I came out, the cold air containing the energy of the morning blew gently, cooling my body.

Until yesterday, it was spring in April, and the days were slowly warming up and getting warmer, but I frowned at the sudden change in the weather overnight.

Summer is coming soon, but for some reason the temperature suddenly drops and I have no idea why this cold wind is blowing.

The Korea Meteorological Administration, which makes weather forecasts, says that Korea's weather is so arbitrary that it is harder to adjust than the weather of any other country.

I really couldn't figure out whether that statement was completely wrong.

It's as if the world was destroyed overnight and became a paradise for zombies without any foreshadowing.

I adjusted my clothes and picked up a knife.

Although it was still just a short kitchen knife, it was the best weapon at the moment when loud guns were not available at will.

But.

"Hmm… The blade is a bit damaged."

Even though the zombie's skin was rotten and easily cut, there were no blades left because the hard bones inside it were cut so hard.

Even if you gently trace the tip of the knife with your hand, there was no injury.

Rather than being sharp, my fingertips only felt rough.

There are doubts about whether this knife will be able to kill zombies well. It didn't seem like it would be possible to catch zombies at all if it was used as a blunt weapon rather than a weapon.

The strength value has tripled through the status window, so it is not impossible.

Instead, there was only the inconvenience of having to use much more force than when using a normal knife, and that it took a little longer to completely kill it.

"Tsk…"

So, this knife that has lost all its blades cannot be used as a main weapon.

I clicked my tongue and took out a new knife that I had brought as a spare. Then, I put the knife with the broken edge into the now empty scabbard.

In addition to the sashimi knife, which was the best weapon, there are already dozens of knives that have become unusable.

This is why I need to quickly get a knife sharpener or a stone.

Perhaps because this area is a residential complex, I couldn't find such a tool even though I went into several houses and searched everywhere.

So, I had no choice but to sharpen a few kitchen knives on a random stone, but the result was that the damage was irreparably greater, so I had to get a special knife sharpening tool at all costs.

Otherwise, the only way was to get another knife that was good enough to be used as a weapon, or pay a huge amount of points at the store to get a long sword.

If you keep using it, the blade will eventually wear out or become blunt.

Therefore, I had to find a tool to sharpen the blade at all costs.

But where can I get it?

As I said before, this area is a single-family complex, so there are only small beauty salons, convenience stores, and restaurants, so there wasn't a good place to get it.

"Now that I think about it… "

I began to vaguely remember that there was a large supermarket nearby.

Obviously, the supermarket was not far from the subway station.

So, near the subway station where the survivors we met before are living.

But one question comes in here.

Why do the survivors insist on going to the subway station even though there is the best facility, a large supermarket, right next door?

It seemed like an incomprehensible behavior.

"Are there zombies?"

Before the zombie outbreak broke out, it was natural that there would be a lot of people inside large supermarkets.

At the same time, after the zombie outbreak, there will be almost no people, and it will be filled with zombies, living corpses with rotten skin.

It's understandable if you gave up on large supermarkets for this reason, but wouldn't subway stations be much different?

There must be so many people there.

There were more than one strange thing.

But since I couldn't not go, I put aside my thoughts for a moment and headed to the large supermarket.

No, I decided to go to the subway station first to get information.

"Kyaaaaa!"

When I dared to appear in front of the zombies while I was on the road, they screamed and rushed at me as if they had been waiting.

It was a zombie that ran in a pattern that did not change over time, as determined by the game system.

I lowered my head to avoid the long claws that were easily swung and hit my stomach with my fist.

Pop! With a sound, the rotten skin exploded and the zombie's body flew away.

Then, another zombie didn't miss the opportunity and quickly swung her claws at my head, so she raised her arm wrapped in a thick book to block it and then struck it hard.

Immediately, the zombie's arm is bent in a direction it shouldn't be, and the zombie, who is already a corpse that can't feel pain, swings her other arm and grabs her face, baring its sharp teeth at the same time, without even having time to scream. It was coming.

Her her blade her she was inserted into the wide open mouth her her her.

She twisted it, tearing her throat completely open, and threw it aside.

The zombie could not withstand my strength and rolled around on her floor ungainly.

Soon, the zombie that had just been hit in the stomach her ran towards her her inside her her her punctured her stomach her her her, spilling out its her internal organs her her her, but its moving speed her her her was noticeably slower than before.

Because.

"Kyahaaak! Kyah! Kyah…?"

He moved her her her her hand her her her and accurately decapitated her.

The rotten flesh on her neck began to fly away, and her black blood flowed into her.

Still, he didn't fall down due to his instincts and kept running at her, so he cut off her head again.

Tup. It felt like it was being caught, but when I started applying a little force, I couldn't hold on for long and it broke and the blade came out from the other side.

I definitely felt the feeling of being broken.

Because of that, the zombie lost its strength and fell to its knees in front of me.

Soon, her head fell backwards and she fell and rolled around on the floor.

Whisk.

The zombie doll that lost her her head her her her fell down.

"Kyaaaaa!"

The zombie, unable to close her mouth due to her grief over losing her, grabbed her her shaky arms and rushed at her as if to avenge her, but it was a futile move.

Two might be a bit troublesome, but when there was only one left, zombies were easier to deal with than anything else.

So, he grabbed one of the healthy arms of the zombie that was running towards him and cut off his head her.

As soon as she was decapitated, her head flew off.

Container… Plump… Degurrr.

Her body lost strength and fell down with her head rolling around on the floor.

"…"

Two zombies, now completely cold corpses.

She frowned and walked away as the bad smell was still bothering my nose.

I couldn't count the number of zombies I met while heading to the station.

Of course, I hunted down every zombie I encountered and was able to arrive at the subway station a while later.

I could see the entrance to the basement in front of me.

"There are too many?"

You can see zombies walking around nearby, but if you use good cover, getting inside without being seen is a piece of cake.

However, due to the nature of the subway station, there are bound to be a lot of people inside, so if there are a lot of zombies as I expected, there will be a big setback in the plan and it will be difficult.〈 Br〉

At that time, you may have no choice but to use a gun.

In other words, I can take this to mean that I was properly deceived by the lies of the group of survivors.

Even though I am anxious, I am still very anxious.

However, it is too vague to just go into a large supermarket without any information, as it is presumed that there are more of them than this.

"Whoa…"

I took a deep sigh.

Mr. Gye-sang.

I thought of the face of a trustworthy man with a gentle expression, and decided to trust Kim Ki-yeok's ignorance for once.

Honestly, there's no reason to lie when there's no benefit to it.

I finished checking the weapon once more just in case, and then straightened the handle of the knife that had black blood on it.

Soon, I entered the station, ducking closely to avoid being noticed by nearby zombies.

I rode the stopped escalator and hid it as best as I could.

Immediately after, I came down all the stairs.

There must have been a lot of commotion here when the zombie outbreak broke out, and things were in disarray and blood stains were everywhere.

Rustle. Rustling.

Every time I took a step, the hardened blood inevitably broke and made a sound.

Strangely quiet inside the station.

I still kept taking steps, one step at a time, without letting go of the tension.

When I jumped over the blood-stained turnstile.

A sound nearby tickled my ears.

I listened to the voice of a girl who seemed to be complaining about something.

Judging by the emotion and the correct pronunciation, it seems clear that he is a survivor, but since I met a mutated zombie the other day, I started to doubt it.

I lowered my footsteps and slowly walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Then, I was able to meet a girl there wearing a school uniform.

The girl was so dissatisfied that she was kicking the trash that was scattered on the floor with her unhappy face.