Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Sweeping the Upper Floors
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Just from the sound of the grenade exploding below and the vibrations, I could guess its destructive power.
Since I was on the 10th floor right now, it seemed like it had reached the 1st floor, rolled across the ground, and then detonated.
"This time, maybe drop it without the safety lever and hold it for about three seconds... That should make it blow up around the 3rd or 4th floor stairs..."
Pull the pin, release the safety lever...
'One... twooo... threeee...'
I counted to three and dropped the grenade.
-Whiiish-
'Fooo... five.'
-Kaboom!!!!!
Using grenades like this was a breeze thanks to my Weapon Mastery skill—I got the hang of it fast and handled them with ease.
It was like I instinctively knew exactly how long to hold it before dropping it through the stairwell gap to take out the maximum number of zombies.
-Kaboom!!!!!
-Kaboom!!!!!
-Kaboom!!!!!
I dropped a few more with timed intervals, wiping out the zombies climbing up the stairs in one go.
I considered lobbing some Molotov cocktails too, to conserve grenades and maximize damage, but... I shook my head.
I remembered back in Project Zombie World how one poorly thrown Molotov had turned the whole neighborhood into a sea of flames.
Sometimes zombies on fire would stagger around right up until death, accidentally starting natural fires like wildfires.
In an apocalypse with no fire trucks coming, a big blaze would mean total disaster.
For the same reason, I scrapped the idea of dropping sticky bombs or C4 down below.
I had zero faith in our country's cheap rebar-free apartments.
Sure, triple fragmentation grenades made for anti-personnel use might be fine,
but sticky bombs or C4 designed to shatter things physically? One misuse and the whole building could collapse like a Jenga tower.
'...One apartment crumbling like Jenga,
and the impact taking out the neighboring one and the underground parking garage...,
the entire complex dominoing into oblivion...
No rebar to begin with. Shoddy designs, and now without even that...
...If I'm unlucky, the parking garage chains a collapse all the way, creating a massive sinkhole in the city center, sucking me in and burying me alive.'
I glanced down at the grenade-ravaged stairwell below, then looked up toward the upper floors.
Zombies had been coming down from above to my floor occasionally, but no more.
"...Hmm, no more zombies descending from above, so... looks like the upper floors are mostly cleared..."
Zombies from below kept swarming toward the gunfire from nearby,
but the ones between the 11th and 20th floors above me? Either all dead or not coming down anymore.
"...O-Oppa... ...A-Are we... okay now...?"
Taking a brief breather, I swept back my sweat-matted hair and reloaded my guns when Hye-jeong poked her head cautiously through the slightly ajar door, watching me.
"......"
"...Oppa? ...Oppa, why aren't you saying anything... It's scary..."
"...Who the hell are you? I'm just a bloodthirsty rapist bastard, so I don't remember who you are..."
"...O-Oppa? ...W-Well... um... ...M-Master... I-I was just for a moment... Th-That is."
"You stay right there. Once I finish these zombies, I'm retraining that pussy of yours hard.
I realized my training was seriously lacking. Keep that pussy warmed up and waiting."
"...... ...Y-Yes... M-Master..."
Hye-jeong must have figured our survival odds were good after watching me methodically summon new guns and mow down zombies...
Unlike when she'd been cursing me out earlier, now she was watching my every move carefully.
I shot her a glare at that two-faced act, snorting derisively.
"....... ...Hmph!"
"...P-Pussy Slave... ...H-Hye-jeong will... keep her pussy nice and warm... ...w-waiting for Master's delicious cock..."
Stupid bitch.
Think I'll go easy on you now?
You just wait.
Once I clean up these gunfire-attracted zombies, you're in for endless pussy-pounding punishment.
I figured it was time to clear floor by floor, guns in hand.
I dual-wielded Uzis—one in each hand—the infamous bullet-hose SMGs, and headed upward to clear from here to the 20th.
"Hey, Pussy Slave. I'm clearing up to the 20th from here, so lock the door and wait. Don't open it until I say 'Pussy Slave, open the door.'"
"...Y-Yes... Got it... ...M-Master... G-Good luck!"
"Bullshit."
-Clunk. Beep-
Once the door shut,
I swallowed hard and ascended the stairs, step by step.
Climbing while on high alert was tougher than expected.
Especially from the 10th to the 20th.
Plus, zombies steadily crawling up from below meant constant suppressive fire, which was a pain.
Of course, when it got annoying, I dropped grenades intermittently.
Part of me considered the elevator, but...
In an apocalypse like this? Even a hothead like me wouldn't be that insane.
"...Whew, fuck. So the zombies up top had all aggro'd downward from the noise."
I climbed to the 20th via stairs and checked the hallways from the 11th to 20th—zero zombies in any of them.
But... zombies inside apartments, hearing the shots, wanted out...
Occasional thuds of 'Thud! Thud!' against front doors from within.
The classic zombie door-banging from Project Zombie World.
They can't open doors, so they ram with their bodies.
In the game, enough ramming breaks most doors, letting them out.
"Fucking zombies. Shoulda just stayed quiet if you're gonna zombify."
I swapped the Uzi for an AKM.
And gave the door-ramming zombies a taste of 7.62mm rifle rounds.
I stashed the Uzi because 9mm rounds are blunt-tipped—just in case.
9mm pistol ammo has weaker penetration than 5.56 or 7.62 rifle rounds.
Worried it'd ricochet off the door or fragment...
Sure, bullets should punch through apartment doors easy, but...
Better safe than sorry.
What if it bounces around and hits my head? I'd die unfairly.
AKM on full auto, unleash hell.
-Ratatata! Ratatata!
About ten rounds.
Meant to fire five, but doubled for certainty.
The zombies body-slamming to get out? Silenced after ten 7.62mm gifts from my AKM.
They must've loved the present.
Peering through the bullet-riddled door holes...
All the zombies that'd been ramming lay sprawled inside.
One door had four down,
7.62mm penetration letting the rounds punch through to the ones behind.
Cleared all stairs, hallways 11-20,
and every door-thumping zombie.
"Good. Perfect."
I pulled the Uzis again, dual-wielding, and descended to my base on the 10th.
Zombies had piled up during, so some re-clearing per floor on the way down.
"Whoa... fuck... so many.
Where the hell do these bastards keep coming from...?
Motherfucking swarms... endless as shit.
This is why you gotta evac the city center fast early on..."
In a zombie apocalypse, bolt from densely populated urban areas ASAP.
Common knowledge in Project Zombie World.
All those people turn zombie, overwhelming survivors with sheer numbers.
Why didn't I?
Too busy fucking Hye-jeong's pussy, no time to move.
Plus, planned infinite holdout meta anyway—no need.
With infinite water, food, and supplies, hunker down quietly forever.
But chasing Hye-jeong's sister... new Pussy Slave... that's when the hassle started.
Still... no matter how tough, I won't give up on a new Pussy Slave.
- Pussy Slave~~~! Pussy Slaveee~~~!!! New Pussy Slaveee~~~!!! -
'Just a bit longer, my Solomon cock.'