To Survive
To Survive
Kung!! Click!
"What the fuck!"
The zombie is getting closer and closer, but the middle door that should block off the next compartment won't close.
The madman running toward me and the exit door I shut with my own hands.
The only method left for me is to fight that madman head-on, but the situation is different from when I beat the crap out of Jeong Minchae.
Even if he's an ordinary person, a robust adult male whose weight class is completely different from a woman charging like that isn't easy to stop dead in his tracks.
Should I dodge to the side at the last second like a matador and strike the back of the bastard who rushed past me?
Easy to say!
If I dodge to the side and he grabs my clothes and drags me down, I might end up rolling around on the floor together with him just like that.
Other than that, if there's some kind of weapon that can stop that madman...
"There is."
A red object catches my two eyes lowered slightly.
It's a red fire extinguisher, commonly seen on subways.
Grab!
Reaching out my hand quickly, I lifted it up to head height, grabbing the handle part with my right hand and supporting the body of the fire extinguisher from below with my left hand.
And toward the madman who had run all the way to the next compartment.
"Bring it on, you asshole!"
"Kuaah!!!"
Dadadadadak!!
Puk!!
Kung!!!
The bottom part of the fire extinguisher, thrust forward just like that, slammed straight into the madman's face, and at the same time, the back of the madman's head—who had collapsed backward flat on his back—collided with the floor and bounced up to knee height.
This much should've killed...
"Kua..!"
"You're not dead!!"
Hwiik!!
Raising the fire extinguisher I was holding high up toward the madman's head as it fell back down to the floor making a sound, I smashed it down.
Kwajik!!!
The fire extinguisher jammed deep into his face along with a caved-in visage.
Fuck, my appetite for today is completely ruined.
Right in front of my eyes, where my face naturally frowns at the truly horrifying sight,
[You have acquired 2 coins.]
another message window popped up.
And I was certain.
What I killed was definitely a zombie, and I had now become the protagonist of some absurd internet novel.
Because otherwise, the current situation simply couldn't be explained.
And if things really turned out like a novel, I'd have to wait for time to tell whether I was the protagonist, a supporting character, or an extra who dies quickly without even having their name introduced.
Still, judging by the situation so far, I don't seem like just a passing extra.
No, am I just an extra?
"Krak!!"
"Kuaah!!"
"Kua!!"
"What the fuck!!"
Zombies popping out indiscriminately from the open passage.
And all of those bastards charge toward the last compartment where I am.
Fuck, I don't want to die like this!!
Whoosh- Whoosh-
My face turning rapidly left and right.
Such a retarded bastard!
I've already checked everything, what else are you looking at!
"Krak!!"
"Get away, you asshole!!"
Puk!!
First, I kicked the chest of the zombie rushing at me the hardest.
Because kicking with my foot is faster than using a heavy fire extinguisher.
After that, stepping on the zombie fallen on the floor, the guy pouncing on me—
Whoong- Whoong-
Poeok!!!
Swinging the fire extinguisher from bottom to top while spinning it around like a rat-fire play, I struck its chin upward directly.
[You have acquired 2 coins.]
"Fuck, this is so fucking annoying!"
It doesn't particularly interfere much with my vision.
Because it's a translucent message window, so the appearance of the zombies running behind it is clearly visible.
Still, annoying is annoying, and despite that, I have to keep moving.
In order to survive.
"Krak!!"
Puk!!
Bringing down the fire extinguisher that had naturally risen while striking the zombie's chin, I smashed down the head of the zombie rushing right after, and then pressed the fire extinguisher that went all the way down straight toward the floor.
Because the zombie I had knocked down earlier by kicking its chest was trying to lift its head.
However, it wasn't a zombie that would die just from being pressed down by a fire extinguisher, nor were the charging zombies going to wait until I dealt with this guy.
Because this isn't a movie or drama moving according to a scripted script.
"Kuaah!!"
Damn it, my head tells me to move fast and kick the zombie pouncing on me or whack it with the fire extinguisher again, but my body won't follow.
Me, having no choice but to blankly watch the charging zombie while bending down and pressing the zombie's head with the fire extinguisher.
"I'm fucked..."
Along with the profanity flowing out, the two hands of the zombie that had been rushing fiercely grabbed my forward-leaning shoulders, and the glistening teeth between blood-stained lips were approaching precisely toward my face.
Up until a little while ago, I'd done really well enough to surprise even myself, but this must be my limit.
In the end, I was nothing more than a dime-a-dozen extra.
When you see it in movies, people facing death become so mentally at ease.
Omma, Appa, wait for me. Your son is coming to greet you soon.
After accepting death, even for me, the moment of death, like the protagonist of my life, my mind is at ease... My ass!
I don't want to fucking die!!
Kung!!
"Aah!!"
Fortunately, because the stupid zombie couldn't control its charging momentum and pushed recklessly, my body fell backward before my face could be bitten.
Fuck, it hurts like hell!
The back of my head hitting the floor aches as if it's splitting, but the pain vanished in an instant as if washed away.
Did I accept death and attain enlightenment?
Or did I get bitten by a zombie and turn into one myself?
Neither.
"Th-The door..!"
Like my stuttering voice, the door is visible.
Not the exit door I closed, but the door leading to the cockpit that can be seen in the very rear or very front compartment.
Fuck, I can still live!
I can survive!!
"Krak!!"
"Move! You asshole!!"
Ppaak!!
Headbutting the face of the zombie covering my body and thrusting its dirty teeth, I grabbed the zombie's face with both hands once more and headbutted it with all my might.
Although I was sprawled out on the floor so force wasn't properly put into it, whether it worked even so, the zombie's head bounced backward.
Tooduduk!!
Dadadak!!
I pushed the zombie aside as it rode on top of my body, flailing its hands and feet ungracefully.
Yeah, so what if it's ungraceful! As long as I live, that's enough!
Whoosh-
Flipping my body quickly, I pushed myself up, crawling on the floor with both hands, and my two feet sliding on the floor gained proper traction as I tried to dash forward, but—
Grab!
Puk!
The zombie I had pushed aside grabbed my ankle before I knew it, slamming my face straight into the floor.
Fuck, this guy's nose isn't going to survive!
"Krak!!"
"Why do you keep going krak!!"
Puk!!
Kicking the zombie's face with a powerful rear kick, I quickly rolled to the side.
Because another zombie had hurled its body.
Cheolpeodeok!
Unlike me, the zombie that dived straight toward the floor doesn't even hurt, and immediately turns its head toward me, screaming a bizarre cry.
"Kuaah!!l"
"Ptui!!"
"..."
"..."
Was the bastard flustered for a moment?
Annoyance at the current situation welled up without me realizing it, so I spat, and the zombie with my spit in its mouth stared at me blankly for a moment before crawling over like crazy.
However, I also quickly dodged by climbing onto the seat I had my back against, stood up abruptly, reached out, and kicked the face of the zombie grabbing my ankle.
"Krak!!"
"Kuaah!!"
"Cut it the fuck out already!!!"
Aside from the guy whose face I just kicked, two unkilled zombies rushed toward me, and I quickly threw my body between the thin pillars at the end of the seat.
Kwadwadeuk!!
My two hands curling into fists.
Yeah, about two out-of-their-minds zombies are totally manageable!
Boxing, which I learned from the 4th grade of elementary school to the 2nd year of high school, and mixed martial arts, which I started doing as exercise once I became an adult.
With this much experience, I'm a semi-pro at fighting!
Puk! Poeok!!
A clean and precise combination leading from the body to the face.
Just like Jeong Minchae did, this male zombie also collapses backward, struck by my fist.
And the zombie pouncing on me to avoid the one falling backward—
Tadat-
After stepping aside with a light side step, I tried to drive my fist into its defenseless back of the head, but—
Grab!
Jijijik!!
The left hand of the zombie that followed me as I slipped to the side grabbed and ripped my shirt.
Thanks to that, my body leaned toward the zombie and staggered, and pushing forward the body that was about to topple over, I rammed my shoulder straight into the zombie's chest.
Puk!! Kung!!
Pushed back by my shoulder that shoved its chest, the zombie collided with the exit door I had been backing up against until a little while ago, collapsing limply, and regardless of finishing blows or whatever, I spun my body swiftly and ran toward the cockpit door.
3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter!
I'm all the way there!
Grab!
"Where do you think you're grabbing?!"
Kwajik!!
Smashing the face of the zombie that grabbed my shoulder from behind by swinging my elbow, I quickly reached out my left hand and turned the handle.
Click-
Got it! It's not locked!
Fuck, I'm so happy I feel like having an orgasm!
But this isn't the time to be rejoicing.
I shoved my body into the rapidly opening door, and as my right arm—which had smashed the zombie's face with its elbow—was pulled in last, I pulled the handle caught on my fingertips with all my might.
Bang!!
Kung! Kung!
Kung kung kung!!
"Hw-eok.. Hw-eok.. Hw-eok.. Fuck.. I really survived..."
"Krak!"
"Kuaah!!"
"Kuaah!!"
All the bizarre cries of the zombies currently heard are sounds coming from outside the door.
There's only me in this narrow cockpit...
"Fuck, you scared me!!"
The pilot, not moving an inch with their head buried in a wide panel full of various buttons, whether it's an instrument panel or whatever.
Are they dead?
Sseuk- Thud! Thud!
I tried touching the legs with the tip of my foot where zero strength was put, but there's no reaction at all.
Are they really dead?
Poke! Poke!
This time, I stretched out my finger and poked their side.
If they were a living person, they would have unconditionally reacted even just from being tickled.
Unfortunately, this pilot is indeed dead.
But what is this?
The sigh of relief spilling out even though a person is dead.
"Phew...."
Along with a sigh of relief, I reached out my hand toward the dead pilot.
I'm sorry to the deceased person, but right now I really want to sit in a chair.
I want to sit on a soft chair with even a little bit of cushion, not the hard floor.
Thud-
"..."
I pushed the shoulder of the pilot who was slumped over with quite a bit of force, but they didn't fall over.
Once more.
Thud!
When I pushed a bit harder, the pilot's body leaned slightly.
Fuck, but their face ended up turned toward me.
As if looking at me telling me to stop pushing.
But without caring, I pushed one more time.
This world is for the living to be comfortable rather than the dead.
Thud!!
Was it because I pushed definitely harder than before?
The pilot's body jolted and tilted heavily to the side.
And the sound that was heard.
"Keu..!"
"Keu?"
My head tilts on its own, imitating the sound heard like a parrot.
Why is a sound coming from a dead person...
"Keu..! Kuaah!!!"
"Uaaah!!!"
Grab!
Puk! Puk puk puk!!
Pressing down the cheek of the pilot—who suddenly shouted and lifted their head—with my left hand, I grabbed their hair with my right hand and smashed it down onto the instrument panel over and over again.
No, what do you mean a few times. It feels like I smashed it well over twenty times.
"Hw-eok.. Hw-eok.. Hw-eok.. Hw-eok.."
Right in front of my eyes, as I watched the pilot slumped over the instrument panel slide across it like a dead squid amidst my rough breathing, a message window finally popped up stating that this place had become safe.
[You have acquired 1 coin.]
What is this? Up until now, I've continuously acquired 2 coins each time, but suddenly 1 coin?
Or do they give between 1 and 2 coins, and I kept getting 2 coins because I was lucky?
Whether it's 1 or 2 doesn't seem like such a crucial issue in this situation, but to ponder a bit more seriously, I pushed away the dead pilot's corpse with my foot and took over the chair, sitting down.
Thud-
"Fuck, this is comfortable.."
Once I got a safe place where I could protect my body from external threats, I was able to experiment with this and that.
Of course, it's not done using my body, but simply moving my mouth.
Though I used my body just a tiny bit, too.
First, the first thing I found out is—
"Check Information."
『Name:Kang Hajin(27)
Height:183cm Weight:79kg
Traits:-
Coins:7
[Strength Lv.2] [Agility Lv.2] [Stamina Lv.2] [Luck Lv.1]』
It's the status window.
It's a status window, but saying "status window" doesn't make it pop up.
The trigger word is unconditionally "Check Information."
Even if I don't voice it out loud, it pops up just by thinking about it, and if I think or speak once more while the information window is up, it disappears on its own.
It also disappears if I flick my wrist or wave my hand.
But this might only be visible to my eyes.
Because the protagonists of web novels coming out these days mostly possess this kind of system all by themselves.
Or not.
Anyway, the second thing I found out is—
"Disable notifications."
[The notification feature is disabled.]
[Essential notifications will be displayed at the bottom.]
The message that popped up in front of my eyes probably won't be seen anymore.
I don't know what kind of format it'll be, but since it says essential notifications are displayed at the bottom, there's no worry about missing something I must see.
And the last third.
"Shop."
<Shop>
-Stats
-Weapons
-Food
-Clothing
-Medical
-Sundries
Shop was the first thing I found, but it took the longest time to check.
Of course, I didn't check everything, nor could I.
Because there are so many items.
To explain briefly, the stat limit is 100.
The cheapest weapon is 30 coins, and the most expensive weapon is 1 million coins.
Moving on to food, bread is 3 coins, a 500ml bottle of bottled water is 2 coins, a chocolate bar is 8 coins, and cup ramen is 10 coins.
Perhaps out of consideration not to starve to death, the food section is generally quite cheap.
The clothing sells everything from regular clothes to pretty flashy designs, and the types of underwear are also diverse.
Briefs, boxers, drawers, and even women's underwear.
However, seeing as sizes aren't listed, I don't know yet whether they automatically adjust to the buyer's physique or if they are one-size-fits-all.
Next is medical.
Perhaps this might be the most important thing right now.
[Zombie Vaccine]-50 coins
The zombie vaccine gives two pieces of information.
The first is that you can get infected by zombies, and the second is that you can survive even if infected.
But the price is a bit fucking crazy.
Because even if I keep lucky and get 2 coins each, I have to catch 25 of them to buy one vaccine.
It would be nice if they had a sale.
And lastly, sundries.
This place has the most types of items and sells literally all sorts of things.
They sell oil, generators, and even cement and steel frame structures as if telling you to build a house.
Besides that, agricultural tools, of course, as well as all kinds of tools and electronics.
It's a mega-corporation, totally a mega-corporation.
"Anyway, what should I do now?"
What I can buy with the coins I have right now are bread and two bottles of water.
Something usable as a weapon...
"A hoe.."
It's just a 7-coin hoe that fits my budget cleanly.
Rather than buy this, I'd rather fight bare-handed.
Sseuk-
However, contrary to my thoughts, my hand is already reaching out toward the hoe, which looks like a 3D stereoscopic image.
"Fuck, get a grip!"
Slap!
I slapped my cheek with the hand I had quickly raised and closed the shop window.
I somehow have to hold out here for today.
If rescue teams don't come even when tomorrow arrives, I need to buy bread and water to soothe my hunger and quench my thirst before fighting the zombies.
I must never get seduced by something like a hoe.
Never by something like a hoe...
"...It's sharp."
Damn it, I ended up buying the hoe after all.
Dammit.