Made in China
Made in China
"Hehehehe...."
An eerie laughter echoed in the darkness, accompanied by shaking shoulders.
In front of him, squatting on the floor, lay a corpse, and in his hand was a blood-soaked hoe.
Yes, that's right about me.
Me, with my right nipple fully exposed because of a torn shirt, holding a blood-soaked hoe in one hand.
I had already smashed the dead pilot's head with the hoe several times.
Did I go crazy and buy a hoe instead of bread and water?
No.
Right now, I am more sane than ever.
Jjik-eok-
The hoe embedded in the pilot's head moved along with the handle being lifted upward, making a strangely lewd sound.
After moving the handle up and down a few times like that, the hoe finally pulled out from the pilot's head.
"Test over."
I thought I had wasted money, unable to resist the temptation of the God of Impulse Buying who descended upon the mortal realm, thinking it was just a useless hoe.
Surprisingly, its performance is way too good.
The pointed and sharp tip of this hoe smashed through the skull and jammed deep into the head much more easily than expected.
Deep enough that it only came out after moving it around like this several times to create some space.
"So, is it my turn now?"
This hoe bastard has sufficiently proven its performance.
Then now it's time to prove my performance in wielding this bad boy.
S-u-u-k-
Don't worry, hoe.
Because this master of yours is a much superior human than you think.
I will definitely kill zombies with you...
Kkok-reureureureuk!
"I will damn well eat a meal."
It's been a whopping 7 hours, 39 minutes, and 27 seconds since I got trapped in this narrow place.
Having eaten and drunk nothing, I decided to set out in search of food.
Tuduk!!
Jji-ik!!
Before setting out in search of food, I yanked hard on the shirt covering my right arm, tearing it off completely.
Then, using the sharp hoe blade, I split it in half and skillfully bandaged both hands so my hands and wrists wouldn't get hurt.
No matter how trustworthy this hoe was, various situations could arise during a fight.
Kwak-ak!!
I clenched my finished, bandaged fists.
It's not a boxing bandage, just a torn shirt wrapped around, so it's not super satisfying, but even this much should protect my hands and wrists enough.
Next, I ripped off the shirt covering my left arm too, and tightly bound my phone—which could brighten my darkened vision—around my forehead, just like a coal miner wearing a headlamp on a helmet.
Because starting four hours ago, not only the subway interior but even the lights scattered sparsely along the track walls had all gone out.
Now, the only thing that could shed light was the phone with 82% battery remaining.
So, is preparation over with this?
But just because preparation is done doesn't mean I can just rush out blindly.
"......Are there none nearby?"
I pressed my ear gently against the door and listened, but whether the zombies that had been relentlessly banging on the door had gone somewhere else, no sound at all could be heard.
Once more.
Ttak- ttak-
I tapped the door lightly with the hoe blade to provoke any zombies that might be nearby, but this time too, no sound came.
That means there's definitely none around the door.
Then can I really go out now?
Kkul-kkok-
Unlike the confidence that surged while checking the hoe's performance and preparing to go out, dry saliva swallowed down my throat.
Unlike a dead corpse, will the hoe work on moving, living zombies?
Will just the phone flashlight be fine?
Will I be able to not miss zombies hiding in the dark?
If only the lights were on, I probably wouldn't be this worried and tense, but the anxiety brought by the darkness constantly throws questions into my head.
However.
Kkok-reureureureuk!!
The sound of this bastard clamoring for food and my throat feeling parched even after swallowing dry saliva wake up my mind.
Let's go, bread and water are waiting for me.
Chal-kak-
The door opened along with the lowered handle.
Kki-ik...
"......"
Fuck, why is it making a sound all of a sudden and acting up?!
Cold sweat trickled down my spine at the unexpected situation, but I quickly poked my head through the door crack, turning my head left and right to shine the phone flashlight attached to my forehead.
There are no prowling bastards, and there are two corpses collapsed on the floor.
Just looking at the clothes they're wearing, they're definitely the two zombies I killed.
After confirming that it was safe for now, I came out and checked both tracks visible down below through the windows.
"What the...."
There are no bastards roaming around here either.
Did they all flock over somewhere else because they heard a noise over there?
No, they shouldn't do that. There has to be at least three.
Because I need 5 coins to buy a single piece of bread and 500ml of bottled water.
In the end, to find zombies, I crossed over to the next car, and in preparation for any unforeseen situation, I kept moving while meticulously closing the open doors.
After moving 3 cars like that, I finally found a zombie wandering around alone.
But this bastard...
Hwik- hwik-
Hiding my body in the space next to the passage door, I cautiously peeked my head out, but there was no reaction at all.
Even though the phone flashlight on my forehead was clearly emitting a bright light right now.
Then does that mean it doesn't react to light for now?
Could it be that it has no vision at all? Could it not know even if I walk right past it?
"......"
Haha, what a crazy bastard.
Even to me, what I'm doing right now is crazy.
Asking what I'm doing?
I'm approaching while shining the phone flashlight on my forehead at the wandering zombie.
To confirm firsthand whether zombies really lack vision.
Of course, to avoid making noise, I took off the dress shoes I was wearing.
Though just in case it helps, I have the left shoe stuck on my left hand.
But I really hope nobody sees me looking like this.
Because I'm a truly insane guy wearing a sleeveless shirt with my right nipple fully exposed, holding a shoe in my left hand, a hoe in my right hand, and a phone mounted on my forehead.
Anyway, this guy really can't see me?
"Geu-eo-eo..."
The zombie trudged along, making a phlegmy rattling sound.
And right now, I'm walking right beside it as if we were close friends.
Yet this friend of mine doesn't realize my existence at all.
Should I even put an arm around its shoulder while I'm at it?
That's a joke, of course.
But at this rate, it feels like I could just walk right out without having to linger here like this?
Jeo-beok-
S-u-u-k-
"......"
"Geu-eo-eo..."
Fuck, you scared me!
At the zombie suddenly stopping its steps and turning its head toward me, my heart almost dropped out.
The zombie that startled me, even though our eyes definitely met, must have just turned around to change direction; it passed right in front of me as I slowly stepped backward and trudged on its way again.
Phew....
That scared ten years off my life.
Shall I kill this bastard now and rob its coins?
Bringing the hoe close to the back of the head of the zombie walking away with its back turned, I aimed and raised it with all my might.
And.
Kkok-reureureureuk!!
What is this?
"Kuaak!!!"
"Fuck!!"
At the cluelessly bursting-out clamor for food, the zombie that had its back turned instantly spun around and shoved its dirty, stinking snout toward me.
Men not allowed!
Teop!!
I quickly shoved the pointed front of the dress shoe I had on my left hand deep into the zombie's wide-open snout, and brought the raised hoe down.
Cheok!!!
Performance is killer.
Half of the hoe blade embedded obliquely into the zombie's head.
And I blinked to check the message that should naturally pop up, but nothing appeared.
No way, this guy isn't dead yet??
......That's not it, you retard!
Having manually disabled notifications and waiting for a message to pop up, is my head a goldfish brain?!
Before cursing my amoeba-like brain, a sudden worry crossed my mind.
But was the noise I just made okay?
Both I and that bastard shouted pretty loudly...
As expected, there's no way it's okay!
Jabak! Jabak! Jabak!
"Geu-eo-eo!!"
"Kuaak!!"
Is it because it's a passage blocked like a cave?
The sound of zombies rushing and the screams echoing make it impossible to gauge just how many bastards are making that noise.
For now, I yanked the nearby door hard with both hands, glanced once toward the open passage, and turned my head toward the door on the opposite side.
"Kuaah! Kua!!"
"Get the fuck away!"
Dadadat-
Peok!!
"Ouch..!"
My instep aches from kicking the head of the zombie trying to crawl up, probably because I took off my shoes, but this is no time to worry about that.
First turning my body and reaching my hand down, I shook the hoe embedded in the dead zombie's head to pull it out quickly, and swung the hoe toward the zombies running from the passage with hurried footsteps.
Cheok!!
With the hoe plunging precisely into its temple, the zombie collapsed into my arms with its legs giving out like a doll with cut strings.
Udangtangtang!
"Damn it!"
Rolling around on the floor while having an unwanted free hug with a zombie, I pushed the dead zombie aside and pulled out the hoe stuck in its temple.
"Kuaah!!"
"Kuak!"
"Kuaak!!"
Kung-kung-kung-kung!!
Fuck, I'm so glad I closed the door that was open next to me.
I don't know the exact number, but judging by the fast and irregular intervals of the door-banging sounds, at least three or four or more seem to have gathered.
For now, I didn't need to worry about those guys; checking the passage side and the open door side, I ran toward the bastard trying to crawl up again.
"Kuak!!"
"Kuak my ass."
Cheok!!!
I drove the hoe down like a hardworking village woman squatting on the ground, and pulled the hoe out from the head of the zombie collapsing toward the track floor.
Ssuuk-
"......"
Blink- blink-
Ah... Am I tired? I can't see well.
I closed and opened my eyes again, looking at the hoe in my hand, but.
"It's gone!!"
There was only the wooden handle, no iron hoe blade.
I quickly stuck my head out of the door to check below, and down on the floor lay the zombie with the handleless hoe blade stuck in its head.
This is why you shouldn't buy cheap stuff!
Isn't this made in China?!
Besides, why is even a detail like this realistic?!
"Fuck..!"
Now I have to choose.
Whether to jump down and pull out the hoe blade, or head back to the control room for now.
But the sounds reaching me are forcing my choice.
Jabak! Jabak! Jabak!
Dadadadak!
Putting aside the sounds coming from both tracks for a moment, the sound of running down the hallway forces my action.
Springing to my feet, I turned my head toward the passage.
"Kuaak!!"
"Give me back my hoe!!!"
Peok!!!
Kung!!
Struck by a right straight thrown with all my might since I even bandaged my hands, the zombie fell flat backward.
The zombie running right behind it, I threw out through the open door just like a professional wrestler utilizing an incoming opponent's momentum to hurl them over the ropes.
Deopseok!
Before I could even catch my breath, the zombie hit by my right straight grabbed my ankle and thrust its filthy teeth forward.
"I didn't wash my feet, you bastard!!"
Because I might lose balance in my slippery socks, I grabbed the pillar next to me and smashed my heel precisely onto the zombie's forehead.
Once, twice, three times.
Such a persistent bastard.
Only after kicking down on its forehead like that a whopping three times did it finally let go.
If I had been wearing shoes, I would have trampled and smashed its head...
"Ah! My shoes!"
Quickly turning my body, I yanked the shoe out from the dead zombie's mouth and started running toward the control room.
Of course, I already threw away the blade-less hoe handle, and safely grabbed the right shoe I had neatly placed on a chair in the next car.
By the way, I killed the three zombies I aimed for, but did I really acquire 5 coins?
Curious while running, I opened the information window and checked the acquired coins.
『Name: Kang Hajin (27)
Height: 183cm, Weight: 79kg
Traits: -
Coins: 7
[Strength Lv.2] [Agility Lv.2] [Stamina Lv.2] [Luck Lv.1]』
"...Fuck, why is it 7 coins again!!"
Since I definitely killed three by smashing their heads with the hoe, even at the maximum, it should be 6 coins.
But if it's 7 coins, it means the bastard I threw out the door died or there are bastards that give 3 or more coins.
If it's neither of those two, it could be someone's scheme to instigate another impulse purchase...
You know those guys commonly appearing in web novels, constellations or whatever, chuckling while watching my appearance.
If there really are guys like that...... Fuck, the more I think about this, the more pissed off I get!
Eudeuk!!
"Do you think I'd fall for such a pathetic trick!!"
Tadat- jjuuuuuuk-
Leaping over the zombie collapsed in the last car's passageway and sliding across the floor with my sock-clad soles, I threw the shoes I was holding to both sides and picked up a discarded fire extinguisher.
Then, turning my body.
"Kuak!!"
"Kuaak!!"
Huuuuung!!
Tteo-eong!!
I smashed the head of the zombie chasing after me.
Double kill.
When I hit the front guy and knocked him down, he naturally fell on top of the one following right behind them, and I slammed the fire extinguisher I had lifted high down toward the heads of the zombies tangled up on the floor.
Kwajik!! Kwajik!! Kwajik!!
With this, I escaped the cursed 7 coins.
Anyway, before entering the control room, I was so out of my mind that I thought I survived somehow purely by luck...
Aren't I fighting way too well even without a hoe?
Fuck, I starved for 7 hours for nothing.
Ttuk- ttuk- ttuk-
I lifted my head, letting the fire extinguisher dripping with zombie blood hang low.
Toward the zombies running madly down the hallway.
"Kuak!"
"Kuaak!!"
"Fuck, you're all dead...! Come at me!!"
Unlike my words, having no need to wait, I ran straight toward the charging zombies and swung the red fire extinguisher.
Tteo-eong!!
Jabak- jabak- jabak-
Walking down the dark tracks, casting only a faint light due to the dying phone battery, a man bent down at the waist and grabbed something.
Then, shaking it up and down, he pulled hard.
Ssuuk-
Thus, the hoe blade embedded in the zombie's head was pulled out by someone's hand.
S-u-u-k-
The faint phone light slowly scanned down the hoe blade from top to bottom.
And the phone light, reaching the tip of the hoe blade that had been hidden by the handle, stopped moving.
Because he found what he was curious about.
Namely.
[MADE IN CHINA]
"Fuck... Made in China...!"