Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Survivor Group
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“Please spare us. You have no idea how happy we were to see you. We didn't approach you to cause you any harm—we were just thrilled to spot you... We even thought maybe the army had finally come to rescue us... The gunshots made us so overjoyed that tears welled up in our eyes... Sob...”
“Please help us out. In a moment like this, we desperately need someone like you—a special forces soldier. ...From the looks of it, it doesn't seem like the army's here, but more like you've been separated from your unit or you're the sole survivor. If you could share some survival tips or know-how with us...”
“Join up with us. You must know this as a special forces soldier—times like these, we need to stick together as a group to boost our chances of survival. ...If you want, you can even lead our group. Guide us. We'll follow any orders you give. Don't let appearances fool you; we're all veterans with military experience. Come hang with us.”
'...Should I kill them or not?'
No matter what bullshit the four pricks in front of me were spouting,
I was simply weighing their lives on the scales, sizing them up.
“How much ammo and firearms do you have on you? Yesterday, we heard gunfire and a few massive explosions over that way... Like grenades or bombs going off. If you can arm us, you'll gain four reservists who are just as good as active-duty soldiers. You know about Korean reservists, right? Every bit as capable as regulars. That's us. Sure, I'm a bit older now and done with civil defense, but these two guys here are still in civil defense duty. They only just finished their reserve service after active duty. We're all confident we can shoot straight.”
The group of four male survivors kept pitching themselves to me, insisting they could provide serious firepower support and major survival advantages.
Whether I joined them or they joined me, they'd be a huge boost to my combat strength—that was their main argument.
Oh, and they were awfully interested in whatever guns I might have.
But I had zero interest in their so-called combat contributions.
If those four had been sexy, busty bombshells, I'd have taken them in a heartbeat, though.
'...What's in it for me?
Hmm... Guess I'll pump them for info first.
Start by asking if they have any female survivors.
...The men might be handling the outside work,
while the women stay hidden in a safe hideout.
And maybe one of them's a knockout.'
“Is it just you four in the group?”
“Yes. That's right.”
“No one else? Like non-combatants. Elderly, women, that sort of thing...”
“Nope. No burdensome elderly or women—just us four healthy adult men.”
“We're doing everything we can to survive. Can't afford to take in anyone unnecessary.”
“Haha. Add the soldier, and we'll be exactly five. Like the Laser Bros or the Bald Eagle Five Brothers from that show. Haha.”
“Nice. Then we can make our young soldier guy the leader Red from the Lasers. Haha.”
The four men were speaking politely to me,
but it felt gross, like a bunch of old dudes buttering up a young guy.
“So no elderly or women in your hideout or anything?”
“That's right.”
“Family might be different, but old folks and women... they'd just hold us back. Big gap in physical ability.”
“He's right. A few days ago, some old folks from a nursing home and a mom with kids wanted to join, but we turned them all down. Humanity... that's great and all, but survival comes first. No point bloating the group with dead weight.”
'Tch.'
The pricks were under a massive delusion.
They figured I'd hesitate to join if they had useless members,
so they hyped up how they were four prime adult males for maximum survivability.
'...Idiot fuckers.
If they'd said they had a bunch of hot chicks,
I'd have seriously considered it.
Kill 'em or not... Hmm... Tough call.'
While I mulled over killing them or sparing them,
the four survivor dudes, dead certain I was special forces, started appealing to my patriotism.
“This is exactly why we pay all those taxes—to build and train the military to protect citizens in times like these, right?”
“Of course. Back in my active days, I served with the mindset that I'd give this one life for the nation and its people... Kek... Those were the days.”
“Right? Soldiers protect the safety and well-being of the people—that's what being a soldier means.”
“Times like this, us Koreans gotta unite as one, stick tight together. We're all compatriots, aren't we?”
'Oh, please.'
I thought to myself, 'What a load of crap.'
'These assholes who just ditched useless old folks and moms with kids are yapping about how we all need to band together?'
I kept my inner thoughts hidden, continuing to weigh their worthless lives.
'Man... I really do look like legit special forces...'
Level 3 pot helmet with matching quad-tube night vision goggles,
Level 3 bulletproof vest topped with a tactical military plate carrier, arms and legs wrapped in real-world military camo arm guards for slash protection.
And over that, my makeshift limb armor.
Skipped the Level 3 backpack thanks to Subspace Storage, but yeah, I was geared to the teeth.
Oh, and combat boots, too.
I glanced at my reflection in the windshield of an abandoned car by the roadside.
Honestly, I looked fucking badass even to myself.
Like the real deal special forces operator.
'...Alright, decision made.
Spare these fuckers for now and milk them for all they're worth.
They think they can sweet-talk me into joining and exploit me.
Time to show 'em I'm leagues above. Heh heh heh...
Using my go-to game strat. Kukukuk.'
I prided myself on having played a ton of Project Zombie World's 'NPC Adult Mode & Daegu Map Mode'.
One of the best parts? Raiding NPC-built hideouts.
When I gamed, I killed off male NPCs on sight—too many caused lag—so,
but I spared some for one reason only.
With just one body, I couldn't save every woman in the world.
That was plain reality.
And once I snagged some pussy slaves, I wanted to fuck and have fun while surviving.
I wasn't some zombie world savior who'd ditch sex and sleep to rescue chicks all day.
'I didn't enter Project Zombie World to play hero or apocalypse messiah. I picked it to casually fuck chicks and enjoy the end times.'
As time passed, countless women across Daegu, Korea, and the whole world would turn zombie bit by bit,
but early on, NPC bastards roamed around saving women who'd otherwise die or zombify, stashing them in their hideouts.
And whether by design or coincidence, those female survivor NPCs were always hot.
Adult mode, so maybe the modder added that gimmick.
'But this feels just like the game. They say they don't take women who can't fight... but what if it's a smoking-hot celebrity-level babe? You think they'd really stonewall her? Kekeke... If a super gorgeous girl strips her top complaining it's hot, shakes her ass a bit, they'd cave instantly. Even if they don't fuck her, dudes are weak for pretty girls.'
Guys with dicks all think alike.
I know, 'cause I've got one.
Abandon all women for survival? Pfft...
They only ditched the ones not worth keeping.
Anyway, if those pricks had stockpiled food, water,
useful gear, daily necessities in their hideout... Kekeke.
And especially if they'd hoarded prime pussy, I could swoop in later and take it all.
If they were all high morals, not touching the girls they'd saved? Very very thank you.
Lots of survivor groups probably had the guys checking each other, so no one touched the women—just kept 'em safe.
Korea's Confucian; not even half a year into the apocalypse, no one's treating women like gang-rape bait or pushing orgies.