How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 2. Eric Tone Protocol (3)

I tried various poses in front of the mirror. Broad shoulders, muscles that bulge out when you give them strength. If the face wasn’t the same, it’s to the point of wanting to enter someone else’s body.

No. The face is also slightly different.

All the blemishes and moles on my face have disappeared, and my nose has become a bit more upright. His eyebrows darkened and his impression became quite soft.

“What has changed?”

He looks subtly handsome, but I don’t know why. I tried to cover half of my face with a booklet. The left-right symmetry is almost perfect. Originally, the left chin was slightly angular, but now it is slim.

Even though it’s my face, this gives me confidence that I won’t fall anywhere. Just like everyone thinks when looking in the mirror with a clean face after a shower.

In addition, my stamina has improved.

Of course, I always enjoyed exercising. There was no elevator in the cheap studio, so I had to go up and down the stairs on the 6th floor every day.

But yesterday morning, I made a fuss about burning zombies, and I rode my bike all afternoon.

“Is it minimal correction?”

Of course, the mirror did not give an answer.

I put on the socks that I had dried before going to bed, and tightened the laces of my sneakers. A brown sleeve-length shirt, ankle-length jeans with a brown leather belt.

This situation is almost no different from a bare-body challenge, but if you feel regretful, you should take care of it.

I packed my equipment. Only empty plastic water bottles, hunting knives, and empty condensed milk cans. All bicycles and briefcases were placed in containers.

I decided to leave my backpack behind. In a forest of green and brown, that pink stands out very well. Most of all, the strange laugh of that Barbie doll was very annoying. I’ll have to scrape it off later or something.

It came out of the container. I was out of breath.

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“Whew.”

The air is fresh and the forest is quiet. No bugs or birds. Only the power transmission towers protruding uncool above the forest are leisurely.

First, walk toward Dolsan Mountain. There is a rock with a depression at the top, and if you lie down on it, you can grasp the surrounding situation at a glance, so it is called a ‘sniper spot’.

Conversely, I may be shot and killed, so I have to move carefully.

Stop by a tree big enough to cover you. Find another tree large enough to hide. The road to the nearest tree is too open, so there is a high risk of being discovered. Dismissed.

I chose a tree farther away instead. It slopes slightly to the right, and there are many small shrubs, so it looks good for hiding.

I lower my body, glide past it, and then kneel down next to a large tree to catch my breath. Keep your eyes and ears open and do not miss even the slightest disturbance.

Fortunately, no sound was heard. I let out a sigh of relief, but I took a slow breath and calmed myself down again.

If you just run to Dolsan Mountain hotly, you will feel refreshed, but the problem comes next.

My goal is to return safely, not to get to the goal quickly. Moreover, you never know when an unexpected situation will happen, so it is an unexpected situation. You need to conserve your stamina as much as possible.

Walk again. Do not forget to grab handfuls of reeds or tall grass in between and tie them in an arch shape.

As with snares, these simple traps are not guaranteed to catch 100% of the time. So you have to make as many as you can and catch them somehow.

It doesn’t work well against humans, but it works relatively well against zombies. They drag their feet and don’t remember the concept of ‘getting their feet out of the trap’, so they’re perfect for catching nerds.

Brush.

I hear noises I didn’t make.

I lowered myself further until the tall bushes obscured my view.

Huddeuk.

Fortunately, it was a bird. I don’t know if it was sitting on a branch and dozing off, or if it was for some other reason, but it flew up into the sky from a nearby tree and flew away.

Walk along the edge of the pavement. I see a rusty truck. It is an object that was abandoned after crashing into a tree a long time ago. The door has rusted and fallen off, and only traces of oil have leaked onto the dirt floor.

In the past and now, the driver’s seat and passenger’s seat do not matter much. Someone must have already taken it.

But like this, if you use the truck tires as a support and jump into the cargo area.

Squeak!… Creak… Beep… Beep…

I hear a sound, but I can’t help it. Grabbing a bundle of thin wire, worn-out nippers, and two long wooden stakes, he hurried down. I take what I have saved in my arms and run against the path I have come so far.

“After. Under. Phew.”

As expected. A couple of zombies have already converged on the wrecked truck.

I punched the body of the car with my fist and looked around while tilting my head.

There is a parking lot on the side where the zombies disappeared. It’s a tree recreation forest or something, so there are benches and tables.

There are a lot of zombies, but there’s nothing to save, so it’s not worth much except in very special cases.

To catch my breath and stabilize the situation, I made a simple snare with wire in a shaded area. Gently press the wire with nippers and shake it slightly to reduce the ‘pop’ sound as much as possible.

I have never made a snare. I only saw the characters in the game moving their hands diligently.

Still, a pretty decent snare was quickly made.

‘Is this also correction?’

I think so. If it’s not correction, that side is even weirder.

Just as watching a lot of videos of top chefs trimming ingredients doesn’t make you a master at dicing, there are quite a few things you can’t do until you’ve mastered it by doing it yourself. The same goes for making a noose.

I made four snares neatly tied up to the knot. A stake was tied tightly to the end of the snare. Perhaps it was the idea of making a garden fence, but the stakes were quite hard and thick.

I tied an empty plastic water bottle and a can of condensed milk to two of them, respectively. If you put rocks inside and set it up, it will make a sound when it gets caught.

The sound of knocking on plastic and the sound of knocking on cans are obviously different, so you’ll know where the problem is right away.

Walk to the stone mountain again.

Plastic barrel snares were installed on the side of the trail, in a densely forested area. I put a small pebble inside and slowly scraped up the fallen leaves and fallen leaves to cover it.

The sun shines brightly overhead. 10 O’clock? 11 O’clock? Maybe that’s about it. The top of the stone mountain is covered with rocks, so even if you crawl on your stomach, you won’t get scratched or hurt.

It lies flat and crawls like a spider. Look around. The scenery was quite beautiful. You feel at ease as you lie down at a sniper spot heated by the warm sunlight.

“Grurl.”

Surprisingly loud. Perhaps because the tension had already been relieved, hunger came rushing in.

“Ouch.”

My stomach hurts. He crouched down and clenched his fists. I wonder if I should have brought some sausage, but I didn’t bring it because I thought I would die of thirst if I ate it because it was salted.

People live by eating….

It feels like a faint voice is ringing in my ears. No. No. I shook my head to come to my senses.

Grumbling as if grumbling on the boat… A sound was heard. Maybe he thought he couldn’t help it, he calmed down again.

Food Deuk….

I hear a bird flying. This is where I decided to go.

The forest keeper’s house.

Dried food, drinking water, bags, weapons… A place where nothing is missing, but it is not affluent. It is even nicknamed the ‘tasting corner’.

But this is also a good thing when there is nothing.

Seeing the birds fly away, there is a high possibility that there will be zombies, but wasn’t it just for this purpose?

“Good.”

There doesn’t seem to be any problem. I quietly descended the stone mountain. I mechanically repeated what I had done so far.

Determine where to go, take a look, run low, weave suitable bushes to make traps. Laying wire snares in densely populated areas of small, slender trees.

I put the condensed milk can snare near the creek, and one of the bare stakes near the intersection of the trail.

At last, a stream came out.

The three stepping stones looked dainty. The sound of flowing water is refreshing. Would it be okay to drink? It was full of temptations, but I decided to just ignore it because I didn’t know what would happen if I drank it.

The sunlight grew stronger. It seemed closer to noon. Mouth is getting dry. The thought of the stream lingered. The last snare was laid.

And finally, I saw a zombie. In the clearing in front of the forest keeper’s house, two were wandering around.

A red checked shirt, blue jeans, a messy beard and bald hair. It must have been a forest keeper. The other guy was also quite similar, but he seemed to be a forest keeper.

The transmission tower forest where beginners die the most. Among them, the place where the dead are especially concentrated is right here, at the house of the forest keeper.

If you say you can easily beat two zombies and run out, you will end up becoming another zombie in that empty lot, or even if you win, you will get seriously injured and bleed. You win, but you won’t be able to come back alive.

Of course, if you know the tricks, you can solve it a little easier. It takes a bit of luck, but luck can be overcome with hard work.

For example,

“Delivery!”

Walking around and throwing stones. Didn’t fit You have nothing to regret. ‘Cause I’ll throw in another one Surprisingly, he was hit right on the shiny head.

“Kreurreung!”

The zombie, who was a forest keeper, came running. With power. She walks at a brisk pace, retracing the way she came without looking back.

That forest keeper must have had normal physical strength even when he was alive, his walking speed is much faster than that of ordinary zombies, and he has a good physique. It is said that no matter how many bullets you pour in, you won’t die at once.

The zombies next to it, that is, beginners who have only seen zombies walking at a leisurely pace freeze. The weapon doesn’t work well, but it runs filthy fast.

I stood still and turned around. He’s wheezing and coming from the other side. A grimace of arrogance is a face that looks as if blessings will run away. Unfortunately, the first snare just went through.

Well, it can’t be helped. Continue to step back. If you didn’t win the lottery, just scratch until you win.

I just passed the snare at the intersection of the trail. Instead, the guy coming behind him stumbled over some unkempt weeds.

Not enough. Something is missing. What’s missing? Think over thoughts No, I had a strong feeling that I was missing something. Scratch scratch…

“Ah.”

Yes. Right. Those two zombies don’t get caught in the trap more than I thought. If so, it should be caught. That’s it, that’s the charm.

Didn’t the elder singer who surpassed the legend and became something? A star only drives fans crazy, but a true superstar drives both fans and anti-fans crazy. He has to become a superstar.

I turned around. The old man looked really bad. I… Failed to pay close attention to the feelings of the customer.

So when I was in a bad mood, I did the pose I liked. The point is to lightly poke the ball with the index finger and twist the pelvis slightly.

Anyway, when an idol group did it, I felt really good. Uncle will too.

“Guaaa!”

The forest keeper was hot to the top of his head. No. Not enough lack. Again. Put your hands on your pelvis. Poke the ball with your other hand.

“What is the point of this choreography!”

The pelvis bounced. Once, twice. Third time.

“Gyaaagh!”

The old man runs screaming like a girl. They say that when a man gets older, he develops a girlish sensibility. That momentum that won’t stop even though thick blood flows from your forehead. Now you’re a sasaeng fan, and thanks to that, I’m a superstar.

But I’m a person who knows the subject, so I didn’t even do the moonwalk. It is a level that no insignificant human being dares to cross. Instead, I could walk with crab steps on the gravel beside the creek.

Bounce the pelvis and take a bewitching posture. The man who has become a woman squeals and bites at the blood bubble.

But I can see it. While stepping on the bumpy gravel road, the uncle’s ankle was twisted here and there.

The fact that the stress on his ankles caused him to drag his feet and his gait speed was noticeably slowed down.

Oddly profit!

“It was caught.”