How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 5. Having no secrets is a poor and empty thing (2)

“Through the sand, riding a bongo, the feeling of running.

From now on, I won’t have to sing while driving.

Since the windshield of the van is still unavailable, the wind and dust come in. That’s why, like Mansour, he has to wrap himself in cloth from head to toe and wear sunglasses while driving.

I was worried that it wouldn’t be hot or stuffy, but I kept 40-50km/h as much as possible and it wasn’t hot because of the strong wind. Rather, if the wind blows against you, the cloth sticks to your mouth, making it a little difficult to breathe.

Of course, it has the downside of being thirsty as the water dries up quickly, but that’s because you just need to drink a lot of water.

In fact, there are some that adjust the speed considering the lifespan of the car.

In the village of Lambert, the axle is twisted while being hit from the front and from the back, and if you step on it at a certain speed or more, it dances up and down as if you are going over a series of speed bumps.

If nothing else, the fact that the axle is gone means that the only thing left to do is to be smashed. It’s a shame. It’s my favorite car.

Actually, the past few days have been quite fun.

– Today, the weather will be generally sunny, but there may be showers in some areas.

While turning on the radio like this, it creates a travel atmosphere,

“Oh, okay. I’ll pay the bill!”

When you stop at a gas station to refuel, shoot a zombie owner who reaches out,

“Wow, this is so tiring.”

At that time, I drove to an abandoned farm or warehouse. When I turned on the radio or sang a song, the zombies in the house ran out on their own.

Tang bang bang.

Safe between adjustments.

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Park your car in front against a sturdy wall, with your bumper barely touching it. This is to prevent zombies or thieves from entering through the open front.

What next?

Close the garage door, go into the cargo compartment, lay down on a blanket, and you’re done. True to its name, this car is a cash transport vehicle, and the driver’s seat and cargo compartment are perfectly separated. It means that you can rest safely without a windshield.

It is also a relief that it is surrounded by reinforced iron plates. There is no way that the outer wall, which even blocked rifle fire, could be penetrated by zombie claws. The pistol shot by the silver-haired woman is off-topic because it is out of standard.

Perhaps thanks to the relief of being properly protected, the night I got out of Lambert, I fell asleep as if I was fainting. When I woke up, my body was so stiff that I had to stretch for a while.

For a few days, it was really leisurely.

While moving in search of a mart, when I saw a house that looked good, I stopped and turned up the radio volume. Then a hungry zombie walks out. Anyone who hits and drives a 5.56Mm bullet will go to heaven.

I heard more than a box of bullets and there is even a firearm import tool, so it seems that the m4 carbine can be used for a long time as long as there are no problems with the barrel. So, it’s okay to be bold like this.

Actually, I didn’t see too many zombies. Helicopters flew from Lambert and seemed to have gathered even zombies from a fairly long distance.

It’s fun up to this point, but I didn’t like going inside the house and rummaging through things. There is nothing to get out.

“Ah.”

To vent his anger, he kicked the front door. It is a door with a ‘human non-protection zone warning’ and a ‘gang mark’.

Like a dog peeing on its hind legs, the gang members painted their symbols on the front door, probably because they wanted to mark that this was their territory. The fire department gang drew an axe, the police gang put POLICE tape on, and so on.

You could see at a glance which force was stronger just by looking at the history of the marking. An X was drawn on the old mark, and only the new mark was strongly attached.

Seeing that this house has a gold ticket attached, it is an explosion angel… It seems that the coalition took over. I wonder why they did this to a house that has nothing to rescue, but I think it’s probably a territorial dispute.

This territorial battle was not limited to just the house.

A convenience store attached to a gas station. A parking lot next to a lake with small shopping streets. The signboard is so worn out that you don’t know what the hell they keep.

Most of them were empty and there wasn’t much to take with them. In particular, two items, vehicles and food, were at the bottom. While I was looking for three boxes of nails, all I had to do was find a box of expired crackers.

The best and most valuable things must have been taken to the big city as the evacuation order fell. What was left behind would have been carried to each gang’s stronghold.

As they fill the empty oil barrel with gasoline and kerosene, they wonder what will happen to the rest of the gang.

The tragedy that occurred in Lambert will be transmitted to each gang’s base sooner or later. Of course, the gang won’t collapse right away.

If the obscurely strong guys go out to plunder, the strongest fighters or spiritual pillars will remain in their base and enjoy the harem life.

But even a lion is not so dangerous if its limbs are cut off.

Gangs live on plunder. If they couldn’t plunder, they would starve to death or survive by biting themselves. In that way, little by little, they will become weaker and eventually disperse.

If you can find out where the gang’s stronghold is, that sounds like a pretty good deal. I don’t know where it is.

First of all, the area here is too wide. In addition, the condition of the car is not very good, so there is a limit to the distance you can move in a day. Although the range of motion has been widened, it means that you cannot move randomly.

“I wish I had a map.”

We need a map that specifically shows what is in which area, not a simple map with roads and place names. Like the map with the divisions on the wall of the real estate agent’s office.

I thought of turning on my cell phone and looking it up on the Internet, but I really can’t think of it. Aside from the fact that you might be out of range, this phone has spyware installed on it. The moment you turn it on, if the location is revealed right away, you might get shot and die.

… Come to think of it, there is one place that fits all these conditions perfectly.

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While humming a song while driving, it somehow reminded me of the past. It was a story told by a relative who had lived abroad for quite some time and returned home.

How many countries in the world do you think there are pizza, chicken, hamburgers, shopping centers, and dry cleaners 30 minutes away? As far as convenience, I like Korea. It was a story like that.

Actually, at that time, I wondered if that was the case, and passed it on.

If you’re a foreigner, I can understand what you’re saying as I’ve been driving around here.

Now, the only thing moving in this world is this car.

I can’t even see the flying birds. Ever since I’ve seen zombie crows, I’ve learned to shoot or dodge pretty much any wild animal. So it’s a good thing not to see those things.

That doesn’t change the silence.

Reminds me of the horror novels I read as a child. A couple runs away after hitting a person while driving at night. In the meantime, they notice that they have passed the place they just passed by.

Even the car runs out of gas, the engine does not turn off and the door does not open.

Only then do the couple realize that they have fallen into hell where they have to drive forever, that they are stuck on an infinitely looping road.

I didn’t feel that scary when I was younger. ‘But what is it? No matter what, the two of them are together.’

But now I think I know why it’s scary.

The scary thing about this story is not that they were stuck on a road that repeats forever, but that they only realized it belatedly after getting stuck.

After living a boring day over and over again, I inadvertently look at the calendar and say, “Uh. What. Has this much time already passed?’.

At some point, as if your entire life has been moved onto a treadmill or treadmill, that moment when you realize that even though you are busy and working hard to live, nothing has changed.

Perpetually repeating boredom that never ends. Crunchy, negligence that gnaws at people with noise.

… Compared to then, I’m rather happy now. Compared to those days, when long needles were stuck in the back of a picture frame and slowly dried up, it was rather a mess like this.

Yes.

There are not necessarily bad things in the world.

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After driving for a while, I stopped the car. The place I wanted finally appeared.

Newspaper distribution bureau.

Newspaper is a product that must be delivered directly to each house or customer. That’s why the map of the supply station used to show routes that could be reached, blocked roads, and dangerous areas almost in real time.

First of all, there is no sign of a person. Where in the world would there be a human being who would leave a dried up zombie corpse at a wide open front door?

But judging from the rattling noises coming from inside, it seems there are zombies. I packed my M4 carbine into my hunting knife and carefully looked inside.

First of all, there is no one in the lobby. There are only maps and information boards on the walls, delivery schedules, shredded newspapers and overturned boxes.

I turned the radio up louder.

The rattling inside got louder, but nothing came out. It sounds like a sound coming from inside the . The blinds were down so I couldn’t see through.

I circled around the supply office. The window of the office of the supply branch director facing the outside of the building was broken with a butt. He tore the blinds open with his gloved hand.

I saw a zombie sitting tied to a chair.

An armchair is almost the size of a car seat, so getting up while sitting seems unreasonable. It looked like his arms, legs, and waist were tied tightly to a chair with leather belts.

I saw something strange on the arm of the man in the light blue uniform.

It’s a dead dog.

Perhaps that dog was also a zombie. With her eyes closed and her teeth driven into her master’s arm, not moving.

The reason it was concluded that the dog was dead was because the dog’s tail and lower body were missing. Only bite marks were visible. I think I know who did it.

The zombie didn’t look at me. It wasn’t even responding to the sound of the radio. She just raised her arm somehow and tried to bite the dog in her arms.

I thought I’d shoot her, then lifted it up and put it back down. Because of the door.

Inside the steel door, an iron cabinet had fallen over. It seems to be a measure that prevents people from entering from the outside and from leaving from the inside.

I don’t know who became a zombie first, a man or a dog. However, it seems clear that the man remained rational until the last moment.

Because he knew he was infected, knocked over furniture from the inside, blocked the door, and tied himself up with leather straps.

I casually looked at the wall. Several quotes were written about the newspaper.

‘I’d rather have a newspaper without a government than a government without a newspaper.’

‘The newspaper is the guardian of national freedom.’

‘If a dog bites a person, it is not news, but if a person bites a dog, it is news.’

The last sentence was very lonely. It’s a world here where people bite dogs and people bite people. It’s not even news.

I went into the bureau and took off the map on the wall. I set the dry newspaper on fire with a lighter. He lit the bundled newspapers on fire and threw them into the office of the distribution bureau chief.

Two shots were fired before the fire threw a bigger one. One foot to the dog. A shot at the dog’s owner.

I stepped on the accelerator pedal, leaving the burning bureau behind.

Maybe there’s a place for zombies and zombie dogs in this world’s paradise.

No, if you are not in heaven, you must be in hell.

Because that’s courtesy to the human who wanted to be human until the end, and the dog who wanted to love humans.

Jeong, if there is no place for humans, I hope there is at least a place for dogs.