Amateur Bomb Maker
Amateur Bomb Maker
Because of that hot bitch, zombies came rushing into the narrow alleyway like a crashing wave.
Just how many of those bastards are there?
A number incomparable to when I crossed the road.
They must have been hiding all over every nook and cranny.
But wait....
Sseuk-
Hwik!
Along with a zombie turning its head toward the convenience store where I was, I quickly dropped flat onto the floor.
That fucking bastard has eyesight too!
The zombie with eyesight I met before crossing the road.
At that time, I was too out of it to notice any traits or whatever, but looking at it now, it definitely has traits different from other zombies.
Even if it's not a glaringly obvious feature, its shoulders naturally heave as it gasps for rough breath.
The difference between zombies without eyesight and zombies with eyesight is precisely that rough breath and heaving shoulders.
And one more thing I've learned is.
"Kuaaak!!!"
Dadadak!
Dadadadadak!!!
That the zombie with eyesight is the leader figure among the other zombies.
At the bottom of the glass wall, tape with the convenience store's logo was attached so I could avoid the zombies' eyes, but since there was a small gap to see outside, I could witness the scene where, as the creature shouted and ran elsewhere using that gap, the other zombies also followed along after it.
Of course, not all the zombies followed that thing, but roughly a dozen or so zombies still ran off elsewhere following it.
Shit, zombies equipped with a command system... isn't this going too far?!
Anyway, when I start zombie hunting, I'll have to kill the zombies with eyesight first.
But if they're gathered in a bunch like that....
"Shall I give it a try?"
A very fun idea popped into my head.
And so, for the first time since guerrilla training, I started crawling on the ground, making a round around the convenience store to gather items that could realize the idea that popped into my head.
First, I reached out my arm to grab the lighter fluid on the table, and then came butane gas, wooden chopsticks, tape, and even a cotton dishcloth.
Having gathered all the necessary items, I hid behind the display shelf and busily moved both hands.
Ji-ik!!
On the peeled-off tape, I densely stuck wooden chopsticks without removing their packaging and then drenched them with plenty of lighter fluid.
Then I wound it tightly around the butane gas and secured it with tape, and after soaking the cotton dishcloth with lighter fluid as well, I covered the wooden chopsticks wrapped around the butane gas and wrapped it firmly with tape.
As a result, a handmade bomb that can be made in everyday life ended up being held in my hand, and.
"Hmm... but the glass won't shatter completely, right?"
Since I don't know how much power this bomb will pack, I am a bit worried about the convenience store's glass wall, though.
"No way."
I don't think this tiny butane gas can exert that much power.
And I doubt it'll even actually go off.
"Well, I'll know once I throw it."
Clutching the handmade bomb in my hand, I crawled back along the floor to under the table, raised my body slightly, stretched out my arm, and began writing something on the glass wall with a permanent marker.
-Caution: Explosion. Get inside.
Even if she's still hurling curses at me, I have to let her know it's dangerous.
Because that woman must stay alive until I get to see her masturbating.
Having thus warned the woman of the danger, I casually stepped back and looked up. The woman, panting for breath and heaving her shoulders just like a zombie with eyesight, must have seen the butane gas held high above my head because she hastily turned her body and ran inside the building.
Now then, show time.
Deu-euk-
Seu-euk-
Pulling the display shelf blocking the door slightly backward, I squeezed my body through the narrow gap, opened the exit door, and stepped outside.
In three-stripe slippers, white underwear, and holding a handmade bomb and a lighter in my hands.
Shit, I need to get some clothes first, don't I?
"Kuak!!"
"Kuaaak!!"
"Kuak!!"
"Kuaaaah!!"
If they were normal people, they would have stopped in their tracks at the sight of me and stared at me with curious or contemptuous eyes, but the zombies were howling toward the second floor where the woman had vanished, completely unaware that I had come outside.
Pathetic bastards.
Surely fighter jets and helicopters didn't crash just because of such stupid pricks, right?
If so, our country's military really has no hope.
And the police too.
They have guns, so what the hell are they doing instead of beating up things like that?
"Tsk tsk..."
For now, I'll stop cursing government agencies that I find unsatisfactory no matter what they do, and I ignited the cotton dishcloth by turning on the lighter held in my left hand.
Hwarureuk!!
As expected, the firepower is killer.
Thanks to the generously sprayed lighter fluid, flames flared up in an instant.
However....
"Ah! Hot🏽!!!"
My hand caught fire too!
I hadn't thought about holding a dishcloth soaked in oil with my bare hands.
Such a stupid bastard..!
Hwik!!!
Hastily throwing the handmade bomb engulfed in flames toward where the zombies were gathered, I quickly squatted down and frantically rubbed my burning hand against the floor.
"Hyeok... hyeok... hyeok... Shit, I almost got fucked..."
Thanks to the quick response, thankfully the fire on my hand went out and it didn't seem like I got burned.
Though the stinging heat still remains, of course.
And thanks to me shouting out of sudden surprise, the zombies running toward me too.
"Kuak!!"
"Kuaaak!!"
"Get the fuck away, you bastard!!"
Peok!!
With my foot shoved deep into the slipper, curling the tip of the slipper tightly with my toes, I extended my right foot and kicked the chest of the lunging zombie.
Even though so many are gathered over there, there are still bastards lingering around this area.
"Kuak!!"
"Get lost."
Hwi-i-ik!!
Ppak!!!
Passing beside the guy rolling on the ground after getting kicked in the chest, I elbowed the cheekbone of the zombie rushing to pounce on me, then quickly spun around to close the convenience store door and locked the latch.
And then pushed the display shelf back to block the door.
That aside...
"Is it really not going to work?"
I don't have any professional knowledge or anything.
I just did it because I thought it might go off if I did it like that.
I mean, if you could easily make bombs this way, every Tom, Dick, and Harry would...
Pang!!!
"Shit, you scared me..! It actually went off?!"
It actually exploded.
I was practically giving up right there.
Of course, its power is weaker than I imagined.
The butane gas, engulfed in flames and exploding out of nowhere, slightly blew away the surrounding zombies and knocked down zombies in all directions like dominoes, but there was no such thing as the zombies' bodies being blown to smithereens or flying apart into fragments, which was the image I had drawn in my head.
However, the moment it exploded, it spread flames in all directions, causing a burst of visual coolness.
"Kuak!!"
"Kuaaak!!!"
"Kuaa!!!"
Well, there's a bonus like this too.
Instead of vanishing instantly, the flames spreading in all directions caught onto the clothes worn by some of the zombies, burning them.
Did about four of them die?
"Whoa, shit! Did you just see that?!"
"What the hell exploded?!"
"Who cares what it is! That's fucking awesome! That guy did that, right?!"
Voices of people leaking through the gap in the entrance door.
They're probably the internet cafe regulars on the 3rd floor of this convenience store building.
The very humans who were the loudest, chattering and even whistling when I crossed the road.
Well, they're people completely unrelated to me.
Anyway, now is not the time to be paying attention to such voices.
Because I need to check the most important thing.
"Check Information."
『Name: Kang Hajin (27)
Height: 183cm Weight: 79kg
Traits: -
Coins: 21
[Strength Lv.2] [Agility Lv.3] [Stamina Lv.2] [Luck Lv.1]』
After arriving here, I haven't killed a single zombie.
Yet the coins, which were 13, have risen to 21...
"That's it! They're going up, they're going up!!"
Shit, out of sheer joy, I clenched my fists tightly and swung them into empty air.
Even though I didn't kill them directly, I can acquire coins.
Whether it's because I played a direct role in the death of the burned zombies or for some other reason, that doesn't matter.
What's truly important is that I can acquire coins by detonating butane gas, and that right here still...
Sseuk-
Means there's plenty of butane gas left.
Then shall we go with 3 at once this time?
"Hehehehe......"
Ji-ik-
The peeling tape wrapped around the butane gas as if dancing.
Unlike a little while ago, my fashion has upgraded slightly.
Instead of white underwear and three-stripe slippers, white underwear, black dress socks, and brown shoes.
And even miscellaneous things taped all over my body.
Of course.
"...This looks even more perverted..."
Putting aside the things taped to my body, even though I put on an extra article of clothing called socks, it became even more hideous to look at aesthetically, but it doesn't matter anyway.
Because the world has become one where there's no need to look good to others.
As long as it's comfortable for me to move around, that's enough.
Kkwa-a-ak!!
"Then shall we head out slowly?"
Tying the plastic bag in my hand tightly, I nodded toward the woman looking down at me from beyond the glass wall.
"You idiots!! Dumbasses!! Try and catch and eat me!! Go on, eat me!!! I'm super delicious, you know?! Ah... not that kind of delicious... Anyway! Try eating me!"
"You could just scream, why say all sorts of extra things."
Shaking my head side to side at the woman's shouts coming from beyond the glass wall, I moved my steps while watching the zombies flocking back into the alley en masse.
And pressing my nose against the glass door, I scanned the surroundings.
"Where the hell is that bastard? Did it go completely somewhere else?"
While the woman screams and monopolizes the zombies' attention, I could just go out, but since there are zombies with eyesight and zombies that don't respond to the woman's shouts, I had to thoroughly check the surroundings.
Because this time, it's not a simple task of just tossing and coming back in.
At first, I tried to tie 3 cans of butane gas together to slightly increase the bomb's power.
"That much won't be enough."
That kind of childish fireworks display doesn't suit a man of grand scale like me.
If I'm going to do it, I have to detonate it properly.
"Kheu..! Kheu..! Kheu..!"
It's here!
Panting for rough breath and looking around, the zombie, just like the other zombies, showed interest in the screaming woman at the top of her lungs and started running toward her.
Of course, I quickly hid my body behind the display shelf to slip out of its sight.
After waiting like that for about 3 minutes, the zombie, which had been panting while looking up at the woman, must have realized there was no way to eat her, so it shrieked and ran deep into the alley, and I quickly pulled the display shelf to release the lock.
Chalkak-
Along with the latch opening, I pushed the door and dashed outside, arriving at the roadside just a few meters away, and slid across the bonnet of a car parked on the shoulder with my buttocks to cross over.
You asking why I'm crossing back over the road I had crossed with such difficulty when zombies are packed in the alley?
Because I can't even imagine how massive the power of this bomb will be.
If I detonate it close by, it might not just end with burning a few zombies, but shatter the entire glass wall of the convenience store.
Because inside these two bags held in my left hand are a whopping 23 cans of butane gas.
"Kua..."
"Shut up..!"
Cheok!!
Before the zombie turning around at my hurried footsteps could even scream, I drove the hand hoe straight into the crown of its head, turned my head to check the distance to the convenience store, and crossed one more lane ahead.
Only after crossing the yellow centerline of the eight-lane road did I stop, and starting from the closest one, I pulled the driver's side door handles of nearby cars one by one.
Teolkeok-
Got it!
Along with the opening door, I quickly hopped into the car.
"Whew... Phase 1 is a success. Shall we move right on to the next phase?"
Jji-ik!!
"Ouch, hot!"
Along with the tape stuck to my belly, a basket made of wire mesh peeled off from my body.
The reason I brought this guy, which had been resting nicely on top of the display shelf, is because it has a use for everything.
First, placing the basket down on the seat, I laboriously scrambled over to the passenger side and manipulated the driver's seat to bring it as close to the steering wheel as possible.
Jiiiiing-
The electricity is cut, but things like this still work.
Is it because this just runs on the car battery?
Reaching an answer to my momentary question myself, I picked up the placed basket, pressed one side tightly against the backrest, and hooked the other side over the steering wheel.
It's longer than I thought.
Jiiiiing-
Tuk-
As I pulled the seat back slightly, the basket draped over the steering wheel dropped down onto the center of the wheel where the horn is.
In that state, when I moved the seat forward just a tiny bit, the basket pushed up a little, creating a completely perfect situation.
Jjik!!
Chik! Chik!
After peeling off the lighter taped to the back of my left hand and double-checking if it lit properly, I picked up the two plastic bags containing butane gas that I had tossed under the passenger seat as soon as I got into the car.
And my eyes darting around the surroundings.
"Let's see... Only two on the left? Perfect."
Having checked the escape route in advance, I cautiously opened the passenger door, got out of the car, and placed the two plastic bags on the hood.
"Wait, did I come too far..?"
It's quite far from where the zombies are swarming.
About 30 meters?
Of course, it won't take all that long if those bastards sprint over, but it's best if it explodes when they are as tightly clustered as possible, so setting it on fire right now feels a bit early.
Then should I set it on fire while starting to gather them first?
Shit, that might be a bit dangerous, though...
Hey, I didn't come all this way just to half-ass it.
If I'm going to do it, I have to do it right, and above all, this is all the butane gas left in the convenience store.
There is no next time.
Therefore, this is a very crucial moment that will determine whether I get to walk a flowery path or a muddy dirt road from here on out, depending on whether I make use of this last chance or blow it.
Saying "good enough" can go to the dogs.
Teolkeok-
Throwing the driver's side door wide open, I pressed down hard on the basket resting slightly on the upper center of the steering wheel.
Ppaaaang-!!!!!
The basket that went down sounded the horn, and zombies started sprinting madly from all directions.
However... not yet.
Not those guys, those guys over there are the main course!
For now, the zombies running from nearby are at most about ten.
Of course, if you count the guys further away, it easily exceeds dozens, but those guys are not my targets.
Because they're too far.
The guys over by the alleyway at a moderately far distance are my main targets.
Hwi-i-ik!!!
Kwak!!
Swinging the hand hoe to deal with the guy lunging from up close first, I turned my head to confirm the position of the zombies toward the alleyway and yelled,
"Now!!"
Chik! Chik!
Hwarureuk-
I had stuffed the inside full of tissue along with the butane gas, and after setting fire to the bag heavily smeared with lighter fluid on the outside, I turned and started running toward the left direction I had scouted out beforehand.
If it explodes similarly to the first one I threw, about 15 seconds from now.
In that meantime, I need to get as far away from that place as possible.
To avoid these bastards.
"Kuak!!"
"Kuaaak!!"
"Wait... why am I dodging? There are only two of them!!"
Hwi-i-ik!!
Cheok!!
Kukung- ppak!!!
Planting the hand hoe into its head, climbing onto the hood, and kicking its chin, I turned my head, swept up by something unknown—curiosity or instinct—even though I had to run again.
Toward the place where the loudly blaring horn was drawing in zombies and fierce flames were soaring up.
And at that moment....
Pang!!
"..."
It did explode.
Though it wasn't much different from when I threw just one.
Shit... a flowery path, my ass..
Kwaaaaaang!!!!
Along with an explosion sounding like a sudden roar, the searing heat rushed over me.
"Uwaak!!"
Rather than being pushed back by the aftermath of the explosion, I slipped out of shock from the sudden chain explosion and fell below the hood.
"Hehehehe..."
I couldn't hold back the laughter leaking out.