How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 13. Superiority or inferiority (6)

Eight human zombies came out through the bushes. However, the posture is unusual. Instead of walking upright, she lowered her body as low as possible, as if trying to walk on all fours.

Her neck stretched forward, and drool flowed from her closed mouth.

A large dog came out among them. Looking at the long, torn side and the hideous lump of flesh growing up, it seems like that too is a zombie. Looks like a Rottweiler or something similar.

The guy in front of the group was also drooling. But he did not hastily step forward. He just quietly watched the noisy village and slowly lowered his posture.

This is the posture of preparing to attack.

The human zombies also waited in a dog-like posture. Another zombie gently pushes the human zombie, who is clenching his teeth as if he can’t take it anymore. It seems to mean to refrain.

Just as humans go hunting with dogs, zombie dogs are preparing to hunt with human zombies.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been discovered right away. No matter how much you come out of the weeds, it’s still the same as standing halfway up a hill.

But other people, including that stupid man and woman, were distracted by the sound of an emergency bell, the warning sound of a loudspeaker, and the sound of gunshots coming from the other side of the village.

Seongdonggyeokseo. A way to draw attention to one side by making noise and hit the other side. It’s a cunning method.

Camilla has already mounted the scope on her sniper rifle. He held her position and placed his hands on her shoulders. But she didn’t fire.

“John. How will we do it?”

The villagers, including that man and woman, have already been caught up in the zombies’ strategy. Since there are guns, not everyone will be affected, but there will be quite a bit of damage.

On the other hand, Camilla and I are in a pretty good position. He is well hidden and there is a bicycle nearby. If it becomes disadvantageous, you can leave.

And with Camilla and I’s shooting skills, we can take down those zombies without difficulty.

But what next? How will these people come out?

All humans are suspicious. As long as they are not in a protected area but are in a non-protected area, it is more reasonable to view them as potential enemies. And I won’t trust anyone but Camilla and Cassandra.

So, there is only one thing to think about in this situation. What action can bring us the greatest benefit now?

I took out a handkerchief from my pocket. On the way there, I wiped my sweat with this several times, so it was damp. I put it through my jacket and cleaned my body more thoroughly.

“Camilla. “Give me some cover.”

She put down the M4 rifle, picked up a rock from the floor, and wrapped it in her handkerchief.

“What are you doing?”

Camilla asks in disgust.

“We have to get out of here. But if we continue like this, there is a high chance of getting caught. Whether to zombies or humans. “I’m not very happy about it.”

“So?”

“To keep both of you busy. “Let’s take a test at the same time, and if it doesn’t work out, let’s just hide tightly and run away when the situation calms down.”

Camilla looked back and forth between the pistol in her hand and the stone. And then she shook her head, as if she had given up on even asking the question.

“… Okay.”

“Camilla.”

“Why?”

“Thank you. Always.”

“Don’t talk nonsense and just leave. “I know that because I won’t shoot you until it becomes dangerous.”

As expected, it’s easier to move around with Camilla.

She lowered her body as low as possible and ran down the road. As soon as she ran, she ran into the bushes on the other side and fell face down.

I watched their movements through binoculars. A couple of human zombies looked in my direction, but as if they didn’t see anything else, they looked back toward the village.

The foolish man and woman completely entered the village. Then the zombie dog slowly walked forward. Her body was taut and tense, as if she was getting ready to jump at the number one, two, three.

A little closer, closer.

I took a detour as if drawing an arc. Get behind them. The handkerchief wrapped around the stone was slightly dry, so I put it under her top for a while and rubbed it here and there on her body.

Cassandra said that the virus that has settled in my body creates a substance in my body that excites the other person.

Then, what if there are zombies who don’t know me at all?

Throwing.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t hit even one of them. It was fortunate that I fell near the group. The startled zombie dog made a sound. The other human zombies seemed to not have heard the sound and looked at the dog as if wondering why it suddenly jumped up.

The dog walked towards the stone. It’s like sniffing something. The dog’s sudden behavior caused other human zombies to come nearby and smell the handkerchief.

The zombie dog suddenly dug roughly into the ground with her paws. Shaking her head vigorously, she scratched her neck. The reaction of the zombies who smelled the scent was also different from before. Some stretched out their bodies more, while others held their stomachs.

Hunger, hunger.

Zombies pushed each other. As before, it is a movement that seems to be trying to attract attention. A large dog glided through the zombies, rubbing its body against the humans. Behavior as if trying to imprint one’s scent.

But the eight zombies seem agitated. He raises his shoulders as if he’s holding back his anger, drools more than before, and even opens his mouth wide to try to bite the other guy’s body.

The fighting has become more severe now. As if it couldn’t bear to watch any longer, the zombie dog gently bites the legs of the guys who started fighting with each other.

“Kyahaak.”

The sound leaked out.

The dog stretched her neck and howled. A howling from deep in the throat. With that as a signal, the dog ran out.

Yes. This is it.

“It’s a bastard! “It’s him!”

People came running hurriedly from the village.

I gave a hint. There will be no more ambushes. The rest is up to the humans in the village. I don’t even know what kind of people they are, but I don’t want to be hasty in helping them and then be told, ‘You’re next.’

The big dog ran across the ground like a thunderbolt. He didn’t care even if bullets hit his surroundings.

No, rather, it seemed as if he was running around and encouraging shooting. Probably to protect the zombies following from behind.

These zombies may not be able to jump like dogs, but they are already in the top 5% in that they know how to zigzag, dodge bullets, and use terrain to hide.

It was on a very different level from the ones I had seen so far running in a straight line looking for food. Rather, it was more similar to the group of angry monkeys seen in the documentary.

Instinctively, they reduce their body exposure, make loud noises to disturb them, and even if they are shot by a gun, they ignore them unless they are fatally wounded and rush at them. Although they may drool more, they do not eat bleeding comrades. No, it looks like he’s trying to hold back.

It was not hunger that controlled them.

It is anger.

People also did not stay still. Some of the firepower that was focused on the dog was directed to the zombies behind.

The dog took a big leap, as if it was just waiting for that moment. People who were terrified couldn’t respond properly.

I stood near the corner of the collapsed wall and aimed my pistol.

Because it is equipped with a silencer and the surroundings are so noisy, the humans and zombies seem to have no idea where the gun was fired or whether the bullet was even fired.

Although a silencer was installed, it could not 100% prevent the dull and heavy sound itself. Still, the surroundings were so noisy that it would have been very difficult to pick out just this sound.

I fired three shots. The zombie dog was hit once each on the back and nape of the neck. The dog jumped into the air and howled in pain. Blood poured out.

The guy cried out louder, as if he was upset. A frenzied bastard ran into the village, his blood dripping.

“Oh, don’t come, don’t come!”

The man wasted bullets by firing repeatedly. The dog jumped up and bit the man’s neck and face.

A female colleague next to her fired bullets at both the dog and her man. Her torn limbs were clearly visible.

“Goddess. May I nourish you with my blood and flesh!”

He shouted an unknown spell and put his rifle to the tip of his chin. I couldn’t bear to see that, so I turned my head away. Pronunciation. The sound of a person falling down.

I heard a whistle coming from behind. Camilla was running with her gun and her own. As she comes, she stops and fires two shots at a time, blowing off the heads of the approaching zombies.

We didn’t say anything special to each other. We entered the village.

* * * * *

The last survivor was a woman who looked a bit older. She looked quite relaxed sitting on her bench. But she had already been bitten on her arm and thigh. Her transformation will be inevitable.

“I should thank the goddess.”

Even at the last moment, the woman looked dignified.

“Why?”

“When we first came here, we were sixteen. “Until we get eaten one by one by that evil spirit.”

The woman must have had difficulty raising her arm and pointed at the fallen dog with her chin.

“Those demons and humans took us one by one and ate us. All that’s left is ten. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have even been able to get revenge. The goddess sent you right away. “She is truly grateful for that mercy.”

We came here on our own, but that skinny piece of wood didn’t come for some reason. Fanatics all say this. Camilla also shot back in annoyance.

“You guys were so complacent and clumsy. “Do you know that?”

Not even a single barricade was put up. The area to be protected was too large, and the defenses were extremely lax.

“Well, we weren’t fighters. By the way, let me ask you a favor. Just give me one bullet and go. You know what I mean, right? The price of the bullet… Red roof house… When it comes to supplies, Kolok. “Cough.”

She meant to shoot herself in the head once before she was transformed into a zombie.

“Of course.”

I answered. Anyway, there is nothing good about having one more zombie in the world. The woman grinned. Her face grew hotter.

I fired the pistol.

* * * * *

In the red roof house, guns and ammunition from the police station, supplies from convenience stores, and miscellaneous items collected from each house were all gathered together. They even wrote ‘material storage’ on the floor.

There were several cars in the parking lot of the house, but they were not in very good condition. One truck was at least of some use. We put the electric bike in first. The guns were one R-15, three Osberg shotguns, and five 226 pistols. The maintenance level is acceptable.

Only 5.56Mm bullets were contained in a steel box, and the rest were in small quantities and were contained in a paper box. Still, getting the slug bullets is a good harvest. This is good enough for even large animals.

Others include small but important items such as medicines, seasonings, preserved foods, cooking utensils such as pots, clothing, and hygiene products. I especially liked the bundle of plastic trash bags.

The last thing I packed was a bag of flour and a bundle of bottled water. I plan to take care of the rest slowly as I go back and forth.

Lastly, I looked around each room to see if I had missed anything. All that was there was a sleeping bag and clothes that were not properly organized, and a drawer that was open.

Then I entered the master bedroom. There were family photos hanging up. But somehow it felt a little familiar. Next to the smiling people wearing hunting vests and brimmed hats and holding guns, a dog sat proudly.

It’s the Rottweiler.

“Johan, take care of your laptop too…” What?”

Camilla entered the room. She also saw her picture. For a moment we were silent. A certain situation was pictured in my mind.

Originally, this would have been their village. I’m not sure whether it was the outsiders who came in first or the people who mutated first.

But for some reason, they became zombies, and even after becoming zombies, they kept trying to come to the house and bit the strangers to death one by one.

Cassandra said that a certain substance that irritates zombies and humans comes from my body.

If it is true that I am amplifying their emotional state, then I have increased their anger.

Even if you become a zombie, do you still remember your past?

Or, like ordinary people, can zombies become angry for no reason, just vague emotions?

To what extent is the difference between humans and beasts who have lost their judgment, and between beasts and zombies?

I don’t know.

“Let’s just go.”

I quietly held Camilla’s hand.

“Yes.”