Chapter 14. So that even zombies can understand (complete)
All the gathered zombies are humanoid. Five at a distance of about 50m, four at a distance of about 100m. They are gathered around, keeping a reasonable distance from each other.
It’s a little awkward.
Zombies consider other zombies crowded together as an obstacle. This means that if the five guys ahead are grappling with the military police zombies, the four guys behind them will lose interest and go somewhere else.
If that’s the case, let’s group those guys together.
I wonder how the zombie tied to that telephone pole will kill so many zombies.
I got on the electric bike. It is connected to an electric motor so that you can go without pedaling. Although the terrain is slightly caved, it is close to flat. Honestly, the one with the fastest speed can have the upper hand.
If I had dealt with those zombies alone, I would have waited until they were within about 30m. One shot to the head, another shot aimed at the lower abdomen or lower body.
If you hit the head, it will just spread out, and if you hit the leg, your mobility will be poor. If you feel like the distance is narrowing, go another 10m and then take another two steps.
They would have taken them out one at a time, slowly, calmly, and mechanically.
But today is not that day.
So I slowed down significantly and approached the zombies. I didn’t sing because my throat hurt, but instead I turned up the music on my phone to the max.
The five guys who were approaching came rushing towards me. I narrowly escape from their grasp. I increased the speed of the electric bike a little faster than the guys’ running speed.
“Do you want to eat?”
They speed up even more, making noises. Ignore it and head towards the remaining four. Four zombies coming from a distance suddenly become alert when they see an electric bicycle and five zombies approaching.
I gently turned the steering wheel in front of them.
Did he even realize that he had been tricked? Five zombies and a group of four zombies gathered together. Now nine zombies are going berserk and following me.
It moved back and forth in an S shape. Zombies also follow me in an S shape. Running like this can subtly put a lot of strain on your leg muscles and joints.
No matter how far away zombies crawl, they are originally humans, and humans are animals that cannot use their strength once their joints and muscles are worn out.
If you move away, wait until you get closer. If you feel like you’re a little too close, start the bike quickly. For some reason, the zombies’ faces seem to be getting more and more angry.
“I think this is enough.”
Just like that, I passed by the military police zombies. The guy who was growling at the nine zombies that suddenly appeared and getting annoyed by the electric bike that was running wild suddenly jumped up and tried to grab me.
But this time, I am caught in a chain. He holds the chain with both hands and shakes it as if he is annoyed. However, there seems to be no way to remove it from being wrapped tightly around his legs and waist.
“Gaaah! Gua! Oh! “Gyaaa!”
In the end, the guy started digging up his land with all his limbs trembling. It seems to be his own way of saying, ‘I’m so angry that I can’t live like this.’
Meanwhile, he is throwing whatever tree branches, bones, and pebbles he can get his hands on in all directions.
Is it a coincidence? Or is it some kind of instinctive behavior?
Wheeik!
I whistled. The military police zombie suddenly turns over and glares at me. I kindly showed him the back.
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“Are you going to get eaten?”
Nine zombies have already come within a stone’s throw.
Military police zombies devour teeth-marked bones and rotten or dried flesh thrown around.
The phrase ‘sucking out even the marrow’ was not a metaphor. They grabbed the thick bone with both hands, slammed it on the floor, and then sucked the broken bones.
But I can’t just fill them up with that much. Rather, it only made it more of a tease.
In the end, they wandered around and approached the military police zombies.
“Krrr!”
The military police zombies come out and take turns glaring at the nine zombies. I aimed Roksa’s pistol.
“Shall I show you something interesting?”
Just like that, I aimed at the lower abdomen of the guy who came closest and shot him. The bullet went straight into the lower abdomen.
The zombie, whose posture is broken, leans over and falls on her knee. In disbelief, he looks down at his lower abdomen, where blood is gushing out.
Covering it with both hands, he sucks on a piece as if it looks delicious.
When the smell of rotten blood wafted, the zombies’ eyes turned. Until just now, he seemed annoyed and reluctant, but now he is more proactive, as if his mouth is watering.
But maybe it’s because the concentration of hunger virus contamination is lower than the places I’ve visited so far.
There, the wounded zombies were the first to eat. She once saw a bastard eat its own wounded body, thinking it was food.
But not here.
The eight zombies took turns looking at the bleeding zombies and the military police zombies. At that moment, the military police zombie cranes her neck and woo-woo! And did something similar to howling.
The military police zombie ran towards there. Clap! Slam! A bloody sound is heard from the taut chains.
“Crung. Crumbling… “
It’s different. It is definitely different from other local zombies. Those nine zombies are clearly showing hostility toward the military police zombies.
This means that her zombie also knows how to assess her own risks and prioritize her own priorities.
Soon, nine zombies rushed towards her, waving their arms.
The guy who got shot in the stomach was at the front. Even as it shed its blood, it howled fiercely and lunged. The military police zombie, who had been waiting calmly, clenched her fist and raised it from underneath her.
I hit exactly the area where I had just been shot and was bleeding. The guy hesitated.
Because it hurts? No. Zombies don’t know pain. The reason I hesitated was purely because I lost my balance. So there is no screaming. There is nothing but shouts of rage.
As the staggering guy falls backwards, the other two guys take a detour and attack him. The military police zombie quickly stretched out her arms. They grab their collars and hit them like cymbals.
But is there nothing we can do about the number of people?
The rest rushed in at once. I pushed with my weight, not my technique. Both this side and that side are reckless. The military police zombies seemed to be holding on, but were slowly pushed back.
The next thing that surprised me was.
The guy jumped backwards. Nine zombies lost their balance and fell forward.
The military police zombies screamed, biting their necks and tearing their skin with their hands. He scratches at his skin with his fingernails, then plunges his hand in and pulls it back.
The guy’s body is not even intact. Lice embedded in his arms and legs. He sinks his teeth and shakes his head from side to side like a dog biting a large piece of meat.
When two of them latched onto each of his arms, he seemed to have no choice but to fall and twist his body. I aimed the silencer-equipped pistol and quickly fired eight shots.
The zombies are so excited and noisy among themselves that it seems like the noise of the pistol is not even audible to their ears.
The bullet shattered the head, jaw, and temple of the guys stuck to his right arm. The zombie whose jaw had fallen off said, “uuu])2, 2 2 2].
The military police zombie glances in my direction.
“Krrr!”
This is why black-haired beasts are not harvested.
The military police zombie, whose right arm was freed, clenched his fist and swung it wildly. He repeatedly hit the back of the head of the guy who was trying to eat his stomach. It bites off the neck of anyone who tries to eat its nose.
I think I now know how that guy survived until now.
That guy is only targeting the vital points. I don’t know if I found out after fighting so much, or if it happened by chance.
But the same goes for other zombies. The people who ran in had almost all of their clothes torn and were covered in scars, open wounds, and blood scabs. It wouldn’t have been easy to survive.
Although they are not as strong as military police zombies, they also know the weaknesses of their prey. To prevent the military police zombies from getting up, they sat down or fell upside down.
If they are still alive, there is definitely a good reason for that.
Shoots all remaining bullets in the pistol.
I didn’t blow my head off. Instead, this time he aimed at his shoulder and back. In the meantime, I was hit by a military police zombie, but I didn’t fall off anywhere, so I don’t think it mattered.
Zombies with bullets in their joints could hardly move flexibly.
The military police zombies jumped up, but they were not in perfect condition. Flesh from all over his body has fallen off, and he is full of bite, scratch, and eat marks.
Still, the guy is chewing the flesh in his mouth.
On the other hand, four of the nine zombies have collapsed and five are still alive. Five zombies scream and attack.
Here. Right here. I kept an eye on the military police zombies. Do zombies really have the instinct to protect themselves? Or is he oppressed by hunger and aggression?
The moment when defeat seems certain. What will that guy do?
This guy exceeded my expectations.
“Huh?”
The military police zombie clicked its teeth once, as if it was funny, and then climbed up the telephone pole. It wasn’t just going up. Climb up by wrapping around the swinging chains.
A very intentional movement. I wondered why it went up like that, but I think I figured it out after seeing what the zombies below were doing.
There were some who tried to climb up the telephone pole, but there were also those who hung on to the chain, drawn by the clanging sound and the reflected light of the metal.
The military police zombie hanging from the telephone pole eagerly kicked and trampled those climbing up from below. The five zombies went up one space and fell after being hit on the forehead, chin, and bridge of the nose.
Goosebumps run down my spine.
Humans are not the only ones struggling to survive. It was the same with zombies. No one survives by chance.
Life is not just given for free. Only those who prove their reason for being alive will be left to the world. Either human or zombie.
The days when things were valued simply for existing are already over.
“Crack! “Kyaaak!”
The beaten zombies also changed their strategies. I didn’t try to climb any further. Did he recognize the telephone pole and military police zombies as a bunch?
I grabbed the telephone pole itself and shook it back and forth.
Honestly, I thought it was a waste of time. No matter how small the telephone pole is, there’s no way it could shake with only six people clinging to it… It shouldn’t have been there.
Six guys shaking from below. There’s one guy leaning from above. It’s like sticking a pencil into the ground and turning it around.
Then, the ground gradually erodes, and the pencil, which has lost its support, slowly tilts and falls. Like that.
I picked up the submachine gun that I had put down. If this continues, he will escape. Rationally, it would be right to shoot them all and kill them.
But something is at stake, something I don’t know what it is. What is it? Why?
The two guys were crushed by a fallen telephone pole. The military police zombies were not crushed, but they struggled, perhaps due to shock. With a crash, the chain came off. The guy jumps up.
Charrr! The chain dragged as the guy ran. At first, the military police zombie didn’t seem to know what had happened to him. Because he repeated running here and there.
Then, he stopped as if something strange was happening.
He looked alternately at the end of the chain and then at the telephone pole. Then he pulled the chain. He doesn’t seem to understand yet that he has been set free, that he has finally been let go.
I am too hurt and too tired to understand.
“That’s right.”
Zombies approach the exhausted and injured predator. The military police zombie looks confused, lying on the ground and growling. He’s ready for a fight, but he already looks as weak as a beaten dog.
Ride your bike behind approaching zombies. I put submachine gun bullets into the backs of their heads and backs. Before shooting, it made a tsk sound.
The sound of a can being kicked spread loudly. Flames from the gun shot up from the end of the silencer. Grind their backs and heads. The last one shattered only his knee joint.
“You are the one to finish it.”
He said while pointing his gun at the military police zombie. He looked at me and the guy crawling towards him, and stretched out his hand towards the guy that was coming towards him. He jumped up like he was squatting and bit the back of his neck. Even the last zombie fell limp.
I got off the bike.
There are six bullets left. The distance from him is about 25m. It’s enough to smash his head. The guy places his hand on top of the zombie whose neck he bit off. Like this is mine.
Our eyes met.
Do not take your eyes off each other. Light green eyes that may have once been said to be quite pretty. But now it’s a bloodshot, dead fish’s eye.
Suddenly, the guy takes a step forward. He stayed still because he expected it. This is something that trainers who handle fierce dogs always emphasize.
You shouldn’t be intimidated by a dog. He needs to impress upon the dog that he is superior and stronger.
Beads of sweat flow down my forehead and neck. Nervous. Okay. I’m nervous. He aimed the submachine gun with one hand and took off his balaclava with the other. It was so wet that you could squeeze out sweat with just a slight twist.
I threw it at the guy. Okay, the guy shakes his head roughly, but then he sniffs carefully.
– Hesitating.
It felt like something was whispering in my ear. I took a step forward. The guy growled but took a step back.
– Hesitate and wonder. Want to know.
The guy is drooling saliva and blood from his mouth. It looks like it wants to eat what is in front of it right now. But since I’m watching, they can’t rush at it, and they can’t eat it either.
They are watching me.
It seems like I can read his emotions.
Is it an illusion? Or not…
“That’s right.”
This time, I leaned forward and growled. When I pointed the gun at him, the guy clearly flinched. He glared at me as if he was going to shoot me at any moment, and then he took a step back.
“I have no intention of harming you as long as you don’t attack me. “I will come next week, and if you smell me and attack me, I will kill you then.”
“Krrr!”
“Just eat something.”
I stepped back little by little while aiming the gun. The energetic guy pulls his body forward, but his hips are pulled back. If he had been a dog, he would probably have been wagging his tail.
I got on the bike. I glanced behind her. As he was eating the zombie corpse, he kept glancing at me.
“… “It would have been better if the chain hadn’t been pulled out.”
It’s unfortunate, but it can’t be helped. There was a gunshot sound, so I deliberately walked around in circles and returned to the residence.
“Why did the person who said he was going to take out the trash come so late? Are you secretly meeting other women somewhere? No, what’s wrong with you? What happened? Why are you sweating like this? “Where is the mask again?”
Even Camilla, who was nagging, looked pretty, so she immediately hugged her.
“Hey, hey. Why, what’s wrong? What really happened? Are you okay?”
“No. Camilla. “Nothing happened.”
For the time being, I’ll have to keep it to myself.