How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 1. Non-Human Reserve (3)

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The first starting town is called Mini Bell.

As the name ‘Mini’ suggests, it is a really small town. There is not even a grocery store, let alone a supermarket to buy things, and there are only 10 wooden houses.

Three houses across the road without a center line, that is to say, those houses that are still burning, actually, there is nothing special. Even if there is, you cannot enter.

The good thing is that there won’t be any zombies left in this town anymore. No matter how terrible the game is, it doesn’t hurt people to die from the start.

Because I know that giving hope that ‘I can do something’ and then crushing it will instill greater frustration.

Just like me now.

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I sat for about 30 minutes watching the burning house.

I had to see where the fire was spreading, I had to check if there were any zombies popping out, and I had to find out if there were any lurking in the seven intact houses.

It didn’t smell like blood any more, but instead it smelled like burning wood and the smell of burning hair. It made me sick to my stomach, knowing what I was burning, but it was the kind of meat that a hungry dog or zombie would go mad and run at.

But there was no movement in the seven houses. No matter how viciously the situation has changed, it seems that even the number of zombies in the tutorial hasn’t changed.

Well, all the logic in the tutorial is artificially structured, so it’s hard to touch. But now the first step has been passed.

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It’s really wild now. Certain things are over, all that remains is to improvise.

On a positive note, there are no more zombies here. But it’s not a place to stay for long. This is an isolated village, and supplies are scarce.

I don’t know if I’ll come back later with a lot of stuff in a big truck and carry out major construction work, but that’s when I’ve overcome all the crises and have nothing to do.

“Good.”

Now you can slowly look around the seven intact houses. I don’t know what’s going on, but don’t expect too much. A bottle of bottled water and a can opener should suffice.

I decided to look at the house on the left end of the road. Of course, the door was wide open, and the curtains were not drawn, so I could see inside. There is nothing inside.

“Excuse me, I am a thief.”

I knocked on the door and went in and stopped. There was a warning sign on the door. The angle was uncomfortably bent, probably because it was attached in a hurry.

Although it is a character I have never seen before, I could read it like Hangeul. I thought it would be a minimal correction and continued reading.

＜ This area has been set as a non-human protection area. All humans in the area are to move immediately to the evacuation staging area.

Staff remaining in non-protected areas may be ‘disposed’ without notice in accordance with quarantine guidelines. We inform you that the government does not take any responsibility for human and material losses that may occur during the enforcement process, and that those who do not comply with the instructions may be subject to strict legal responsibility and may seek compensation for damages.

Plagues can be prevented. Disruption is controllable. Trust and follow the government. Chimera Special Quarantine Management Department＞

“A non-human reserve?”

This is a concept I’ve never heard of.

I ignored it and went inside. The inside of the house was a mess, as if they had “Immediately evacuated.”

The entire drawer protrudes and rolls across the floor, and it seems that the large plastic packaging hasn’t even been removed. The sticker attached to the vinyl had a strip that read “Carrier (large).”

This means that the evacuation order was issued and local people hurriedly gathered their goods. I could see how distraught he was when he saw clothes falling in his room and in the hallway.

‘Then what were those zombies?’

I remembered the zombies I burned. His face was grim, but he also had many wrinkles. I mean most of them were old people.

I entered the innermost room. I saw a bed that looked brand new but was dirty and dirty, bones of small animals littering the floor, piles of filth and piles of rolled-up cans.

At least the filth dried up and smelled less, but I couldn’t help but frown, so I covered my nose and mouth with my arm.

There was nothing in the chest of drawers. One family picture, one finely folded newspaper. A small but benevolent grandmother, a young couple, and a chubby baby. Her grandmother’s face was somehow familiar. She resembles that zombie who was pushed because of her smaller stature than the others.

“After.”

I couldn’t help but sigh. I put down the family photos and left the house with only the newspaper.

The situation was the same in other houses.

As expected, a sticker was attached to the door, and I ignored the sticker and entered the house. All the big items like carpets were left behind, and all the clutter was taken.

Nevertheless, people kept leaving family photos. Everyone in the picture was smiling. Awkwardly, wide openly, happily. But now they are gone.

Click.

There were also cans scattered around here. There was also a plastic spoon. I didn’t want to bring it, but it was a can that can be found in any house, so I picked it up with a clean cloth.

A delicious new meat stew from Kybele Food Company! No cooking required.＞

Other cans were similar. Tuna, sardines and fruit. All companies are different. But the meat was all Cybele.

“Ha.”

There were also things that made me laugh out loud. A meal set that can be eaten warmed up with a heat pack, just like ready-to-eat combat rations. The pound cake was filled with meatloaf, but it was completely empty.

Kybele food company’s new simple recipe! No cooking required.＞

I don’t know what a place called Kibele is, but somehow it felt like a military supply company.

‘Newness.’ ‘Exclamation mark.’ A tone that ends with ‘~yo.’ As if it were some kind of great secret. At the same time, the introduction to the template seems to have no design and creativity that seems to be behind 10 years alone.

In addition, all the cans smelled like seafood sauce. This is the saying that the sauce was boiled in a barrel and shared without any excuse.

“You know what? They say the seafood bibim sauce isn’t tasty, but it’s actually because it’s heated. The fishy smell is coming up. There are other ways to eat deliciously.”

“Is that so?”

“If you mix cold sauce with rice noodles soaked in hot water, it’s surprisingly good. Golbaengi somen is delicious. Try it when you have time.”

I ate it while I was on duty at night. It was truly a refreshing taste.

The sunlight was so brilliant on the day I wore my squad leader’s epaulets and was loaded into an ambulance to the medical unit. I was so grateful to the squad members who were watching with eyes full of pity while lined up in the parade ground.

I expressed my gratitude because I thought it was not a waste of time during my military life.

“Gaining… cheer up….”

I smiled until the ambulance door closed.

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There was a spacious table in the living room of the last house. Harvested items were lined up one by one. I’ve been to all seven houses, but I haven’t found much.

Two 500ml bottled water, one unopened sausage. One spoon, one fork. I still haven’t been able to find a can opener. Other than that, it’s about a flashlight, a small medicine bag, and a roll of toilet paper.

The weapons are a hunting knife and a fire axe.

At least, I have plenty of clothes. I threw away anything that was rags or bloody and only picked up what was intact.

Thanks to that, I packed a brown windbreaker, a pair of easy-to-walk walkers, a decent shirt, a pair of jeans, and a wide-brimmed hat.

There are also a couple of cars, but they are worn out and appear to have been broken down for a long time.

The bicycle is a three-tiered bicycle with a large basket in the front. It is literally for suburban walks, and it is a clumsy thing that will break if you step on it at 40 or 50 km per hour.

I was prepared, but it wasn’t much better than expected.

I opened the newspaper. It is clean, but the paper is yellow because it is an old newspaper. The underlined part is clear.

『The government issued an official statement today saying, ‘Crovirus is not contagious, can be prevented, and can be controlled, so there is nothing to worry about.’ To strictly abide by.” But… 』

Cro. It is the name of the zombie virus that has spread throughout the world. The way it spreads… In fact, it is a part that depends on the difficulty level, so you should look into it in more detail.

The reason why the house was burned down to zombies even though there was already a shortage of materials is because it is the end if it is contagious through the air in a closed place.

The rest of the news is trivial. That a terrorist was executed, that the Democratic Republic of Minsk in the west denied any connection, or that the Republic of Romer in the east also expressed condolences to the unfortunate ‘accident’, and so on.

I shake my head and open my backpack. Now that the surroundings have been cleaned up, you can take out your cell phone. It’s certain that electricity and running water have been cut off throughout this village, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t anywhere else either.

It is a smartphone that is not very different from the model I used. The battery is also full. The buttons also work normally. And the good news is that’s all.

「Please enter your password」

「Leaving the Communication Area」

For some reason, even the emergency phone won’t turn on. I was forced to put it aside.

“What is it?”

At this point, I even felt the malice. It is such a premonition as if someone deliberately arranged the cogwheels in a staggered manner. Without much hesitation, I put down my cell phone and checked the condition of the recovered items again. Then, with a bang, he hit the bullet.

I managed to grab hold of it before it tumbled to the floor. 22-Caliber pistol, but it’s not something that might come in handy…

“Huh?”

Look at the bullet again. There was a scratch on the side of the casing. It is clearly a V-shaped pattern that was intentionally engraved by someone with a sharp object.

A pistol that is obviously brand new. V-shaped cartridge case. A briefcase with no password. I checked my bag again. Black metal bag. It’s smooth. There is nothing unusual about it except for the lock that opens by turning it.

No, looking back, that’s not all. A translucent plate was nailed to the side of the lock. Judging from the fact that it looks good enough to hold a finger, it seems to be a fingerprint recognition board.

Look at your fingerprints just in case. A red light came on from inside the plate. But that’s it. Nothing happened.

“Nice.”

A gun that plays separately from bullets. A cell phone with a password. Scarce material. A bag that doesn’t open.

“Status window… ?”

Nothing came to mind. In this situation, on the translucent window that only I can see, something like ‘Hidden stat has been activated’ or ‘Apocalypse convenience store preparing for the apocalypse: special price of 99,999 won today!’ Pops up.

“Status window!”

I tried shouting more vigorously, but nothing came up.

“I love you… “

Diririring!

I had a hiccup. It’s a phone call. Ooh, ooh! Tiri-ri-ring! He struggles as if he didn’t receive it quickly and asked what he was doing. It seems that the vibration is quite strong. But surely it didn’t pop up even if it was out of the communication coverage area?

Drink a sip of water and answer the phone.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch the bag, Hut?”

A rough male voice. Be silent.

“Did you turn off your phone because you were stuck somewhere? But, Hoot, how much further are you going to drop the level? I have no idea what’s going on right now… “

Unfortunately, the man stopped talking there.

“There, who are you?”

A much lower voice. Catch your breath and answer