Chapter 14. So that even zombies can understand (3)
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I suddenly have a lot of thoughts.
Leti, why did Leticia ask me such a question?
And I may have answered haphazardly, but why did I answer that way?
I know.
To Camilla and Cassandra, there will never be a cure, and the world will never get better.
And, I don’t want to see them discouraged and disappointed.
So, this is purely because of me. They say it’s for their sake, but it’s actually my excuse.
I don’t have the confidence to convince you, and I don’t know why I should.
“Is there anyone who lives knowing that tomorrow will be worse?”
I can hear the sound of chains.
“Krrr…” “
A zombie still wearing military police combat uniform is glaring at me from the wall of the burned house.
I aimed Roksa’s pistol. Although it is equipped with a silencer, it is loud enough to kick a can, so you cannot just shoot it, but it is enough to kill a zombie.
“Should I live even though I know nothing good will happen in the world? What do you think about it?”
The clothes are torn and caked with blood clots, but the ‘3rd National Military Police Special Mission Group’ patch is still firmly attached to the arms and chest.
He was a man who must have used quite a bit of strength when he was alive. Your forearms are as big as your legs, your legs are as big as your waist, and your waist is as big as your torso.
The hair, which would once have been short like that of an assault soldier, has now come down to cover the ears. My fingernails are also quite long, so if I scratch them, I feel like they will cut deep into my skin.
And in his eyes, there was madness and hatred.
“I’m only seeing you in a week, so how can I not be okay with being ugly?”
“Kyaaa!”
“Appearance is all about self-care, self-care. “Don’t just eat it.”
The guy jumps up. It roars and runs like a hungry bear.
Slap!
As if he was resentful, he glared at the chains tightly wrapped around his waist and ankles, and at the telephone pole tightly tied to the other side.
The area around the telephone pole is full of devoured zombies.
How did this sturdy soldier end up chained to a telephone pole and abandoned? I don’t know if he volunteered for it or if others forced him to fill it in.
The important thing is that even though he has reached this point, he is still strong.
Zombies chained. It seemed like easy prey. He was approached by not only zombie dogs and birds, but also human zombies sauntering around.
But this guy caught them all, ate them, and tore them apart.
Looking at him, I can see why ancient warriors deliberately drew scars and tattoos on their bodies. The guy’s body was covered in wounds, and no part of him was healthy.
But it is still alive, writhing, and hungry.
The Cro virus inside his body filled the torn scars with red-hot flesh, and the broken bones were held together by strangely grown tendons and muscles.
A week ago, he came to take out the trash and accidentally bumped into the guy. The guy was smashing the head of a human zombie that approached him unawares with his bear-like hand.
Of course it didn’t go well. The guy cried out, clutching his hand as if he was in pain. Then, he picked up a thick brick next to him and hit it with it.
It was effective.
The startled zombie dropped the brick. He growled as if he couldn’t understand, then turned his attention to the zombie he had killed, as if wondering what was going on.
What is this guy doing?
I became curious. He hid himself in a suitable place and watched. After he finished his meal, munching, munching, he threw the leftovers around with all his might. And he dozed off, leaning against the telephone pole.
“Kruk.”
Not long after, a human zombie approached, attracted by the smell of blood and rotting meat. The tied zombie leaned against the telephone pole and watched quietly, but did not wake up.
Sniff. Sniff. The new zombie chewed the leftover food carefully. But when she wasn’t satisfied, she walked towards the tied zombie.
Woojik. The one that was tied up bit the neck of the one that came close to him. It sank its teeth like a dog and shook its head from side to side. And, it’s over.
And I approached him. The guy who was busy eating raised his red face and glared at me.
“Excuse me while I’m eating.”
“Kruk?”
“You look really ugly.”
“Kyaaa!”
The guy went berserk and rushed at him. I don’t think he understood what I meant. However, he probably didn’t like being disturbed while eating.
When you’re eating something, when having s*x, or when you’re just lying still because your desire is satisfied. This is the time when all living things are most vulnerable.
That’s why they say you don’t even touch a dog when you’re eating. I touched that point deliberately. The guy got excited and pounced.
Of course, I was riding a bicycle at the time, and I was slowly backing away and waving my middle finger.
Crash. Fortunately, the chain is strong. The telephone pole did not move at all. Suddenly, I remembered the animal YouTube videos I enjoyed watching when I was in ‘my world.’
It was a story about a Tosa dog that was left chained and neglected. A fierce bastard who grew up receiving a lot of abuse from people and bit his foot.
“Try it.”
I took out the compressed sponge cake I had brought to eat. I tore the wrapping paper and threw half away. Of course he didn’t understand. He looks at the food that fell in front of him, then looks back at me.
“It’s the most delicious thing in the MRE, so you’re skipping it?”
I ate little by little in front of him. Edible. You can eat it. The guy’s expression became a little more docile. He sniffed and tapped the cake, then bit the corner like a baby.
And then, I ate it again and again.
“Kek! “Wow!”
“If you eat like that, of course you will choke. Yes. “It’s water.”
Of course, I had no intention of throwing the water bottle. He soaked a piece of cloth in water and threw it into the bucket. I got excited again when a wet towel flew into my face, but I quickly grabbed the cloth and sucked it.
We ate cake and drank water while looking at each other. Of course, that didn’t create any bond between the zombie and me. The guy growled and barked as if to say, ‘You’re next,’ and I raised my middle finger and leisurely backed away.
“See you next week.”
And today.
I didn’t have a long phone call with Leticia without thinking. I’ve been watching him since I first came. He pretends to sleep the same way.
They kept talking on the phone, and they scattered blankets and clothes with my body odor all over the place. To someone who sees it, it may just be an ordinary rag, but to a zombie who is sensitive to smells, it may mean something different.
The smell of prey.
Unable to endure hunger any longer, he finally moved his body. Although he is chained, he is drooling and glaring at me appetizingly.
“If I give you a piece of candy, won’t you eat it?”
I opened a lemon-flavored candy and kicked it with my toe. The candy rolls around and lands on him. Sniff, the sweet smell makes him grab it and eat it.
Whether he eats it or not, I will continue with what I have to say.
“You know what? Something strange seems to be happening around the Hamptons. Zombies jump into the road, block vehicle traffic, and rip off people and things inside. But I don’t know if they knew that or if it was just a coincidence.”
Click here. Cade play. The candy crumbles in the guy’s mouth. I adjust my handgun.
“Who said that? The first time you caught and ate a crab, it must have taken a lot of courage. Actually, just looking at it, it doesn’t look like it’s edible, does it?
But eventually humans found a way to eat it. By peeling off that scab. Maybe there was a genius among the zombies who figured out that if you tear open that noisy steel box, you’ll find something to eat.
I don’t think it’s because they’re smart. “I believe it’s just instinct and learning.”
Intelligence.
Dogs and cats are also intelligent. Although they may not look like them, octopuses and dolphins are also intelligent. Dolphins even place sick calves on their backs and float them to the surface to breathe.
What is the intelligence of animals?
Someone defined it as ‘understanding the working structure of things.’
A tired cat knows that if he rings the bell, his owner will give him food, so he rings the bell all the time.
It is said that a rat that learns that stepping on a step provides pleasant electrical stimulation will repeatedly go down and up the step until it starves to death.
So what about things that were once human, but are now on the verge of human beings?
I had that thought when I saw the non-collaboration collaboration between parrot zombies, wolf zombies, and human zombies. If even humans come together for their own purposes,
Couldn’t humans and zombies be like that too?
“Remember the smell. This is me. Okay? “Eat another piece of candy.”
This time, they added grape flavor. I take it well. Of course, I have no intention of ending it like this. I have to make him realize that I am a member of the group and not just another food to be thrown at him.
“I ate, so I guess I should do some work, right?”
I turned up the volume on my phone to maximum. I looked through the song selection list and picked a good song to play.
The sound of a heavy electric guitar starting up.
Ring around the rosie,
Let’s go around Rosie,
A pocket full of positions,
A bag full of flowers,
Ashes! Ashes!
Ash, ashes!
We all fall down!
Everyone fell!
It’s not just a children’s song. Because it was arranged as a thrash metal version. I don’t know who sang it, but the growling vocalization that seems to be scraping metal, vocal cords, and the singer’s lifespan at the same time is excellent.
“Great! “Kyaaak!”
“Why do you look like that? “Don’t you like the nursery rhyme?”
No. I was wrong. This guy hasn’t heard the well-sung version yet. So this time, only the instrumental version was played.
“Liyiing around rojiyi! A Pocketful of Poissii! Ashiii! Ashiii! Cough, Cough!”
Ah, falsetto is difficult. I am too old to be a male soprano.
“Gyaaa!”
No. When I thought about it, there was a real ‘growling’ speech expert next to me, so why was I wasting my energy?
“Do you have talent? Hey, let’s go again.”
It seems like he’s reacting to my specific sound. If I do well, I think I will be able to strike a chord. But before that, I need to set it up first.
“Ah, check the microphone. “Mic check.”
I took out the Mp 9 submachine gun and placed it on the window sill. We also prepared an electric bicycle so that we can run away at any time.
Lure them in with sound, and kill everyone except the ones tied up.
That way, I let the tied up guy know that I am not the enemy.
If that is possible, if we can teach zombies how to identify their enemies, if we can prove that zombies also have that level of intelligence.
The board can be turned over.
“I have to do really well on the main stage?”
Zombie audiences are gathering little by little from far away.
Did he trying to tame it?