Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: The Talking Zombie and the Lawless
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A woman was running through a street teeming with zombies, a child in her arms.
However, the zombies around them did not recognize the mother and daughter. Or rather, they identified them as one of their own kind.
"Mom... not that way. Take the left path."
"Grrrrr..."
The girl in her mother's arms directed the woman carrying her on which way to go.
They absolutely could not stop. If they so much as paused for a second, it was as obvious as fire that they would be caught by them.
In this broken world where all sorts of strange zombies ran rampant, what was scarier than the zombies themselves was, of course, the crazy Players.
'Never... I can never go back...'
The place the girl had escaped from was a nest of the Lawless, a sports center they had converted. It was a place filled with iron cages where countless captured humans were imprisoned and the villains who tormented them.
The girl, who had barely managed to escape from there, vowed never to return to that horrific place again.
She also vowed to kill every last one of the enemies who had killed her and her parents.
'You bastards... I'll get my revenge... I'll kill you all...'
She made this vow for revenge while in the arms of her already-deceased mother.
They had belonged to a group of ordinary survivors, the kind you could find anywhere, just last week.
Although she herself was not an Awakened, her father was, so she and her mother were treated like people there and could live a relatively stable life.
Even though the government had collapsed, the communication networks were all paralyzed, and the water and electricity were all cut off, there was still a way to survive. They had plenty of food for the time being, looting supermarkets and food banks, and while the zombie attacks had become more fierce, the number of Awakened had also increased, making it bearable. Besides, they possessed a large number of firearms, so no one dared to think of pillaging them.
However, this past Monday. The day a new update began. The day most of the firearms stopped working.
The survivor camp she belonged to was attacked by the Lawless.
They were crazy bastards who hunted survivors while calling themselves strange titles like "Liberators" or "Worshippers of Freedom."
They attacked their fellow humans even more tenaciously than the zombies did.
They were villains who targeted only the survivors with a chilling persistence.
In fact, they even approached by disguising themselves as innocent citizens, pretending to ask for help.
At first, it was two men. They pleaded to be accepted, proclaiming that they had been dealt a very tragic fate.
At this, the leader of the survivor camp felt sorry for them and opened the door, and that night, the two men killed the people on guard duty and immediately opened the camp's gate.
The bastards who had been waiting outside rushed in the moment the door opened at dawn. That was the end.
Countless men had their necks twisted while still alive, and the women were tormented. And the remaining people were dragged to the nest, which was filled with their horrific playthings.
The girl and her parents were among the survivors dragged into the nest.
"Hey! Where are you! Get out here right now!"
"Hurry up and crawl out!"
"Shut up and find them fast, you damn bastards!!"
The girl had fled with her mother and father from them.
But they were discovered and ended up being chased by the bastards. If they were caught, they would suffer a fate worse than death.
Since the Lawless bastards were villains who were capable of just that.
"They're already this close..."
The Lawless killed the humans they had dragged to their nest with utter ruthlessness.
There was no reason to their killings. They simply massacred for their own amusement.
Their leader said he killed people just for fun, for fun.
They killed, raped, and burned to satisfy their own base desires, lusts, and cravings.
Not content with that, they took someone's child hostage and made the couple stab each other to death.
Finally, they slaughtered the surviving mother in front of her child's eyes.
They were shameless.
They were trash that deserved to die.
She, too, could only watch her parents' deaths from inside the cage they had made.
"Jisoo..."
"Honey... no... honey..."
"Jisoo. Hurry..."
"Kill me!!! I want to see you bastards' daughter die!!"
"Kwaaaaa!!! Mom!!!"
The father spoke to the mother.
He told her to kill him.
After all, those bastards had no intention of sparing the men anyway.
He'd rather she kill him and survive, and to please take good care of their daughter, Eun-ha. This was, in fact, an escape. A man's escape, wanting to die by his wife's hand before suffering a fate worse than death.
"Huk..."
The mother, weeping tears of blood, drove a dagger into her husband's heart. She plunged a knife into the heart of the father, who had embraced the escape known as sacrifice with open arms.
And so, the mother survived.
She had to survive, if only to protect her daughter. Even if she was humiliated by those bastards. To protect her one and only daughter, who could no longer use her lower body.
However, her resolve never came to fruition.
The bastards cut off the mother's head in front of the daughter's eyes.
"Hahahaha!! Look at that little brat's expression!!"
"Kihahaha! What! Did you think we'd actually spare you? Hahaha!!"
"You stupid bitch!!"
The bastards mocked and tormented the daughter, who couldn't even shed a tear, while desecrating her parents' corpses in front of her.
They laughed at her contorted face for a long time, tormenting her.
They were insane. Everyone was going insane, getting more and more tangled up in the pot of chaotic confusion.
In the end, the daughter, left alone, took her own life. She thought there was no point in living on in this shitty world.
Sharp implements were everywhere. She simply picked up any one of them and stabbed her neck.
That was when it happened. Something that could be called either a miracle or a misfortune.
They didn't know.
The fact that she had awakened by killing herself.
The fact that she had been mixing in with the trash heap, waiting for a chance to escape.
"Ah!!! Over there!!"
Of course, she was discovered in vain.
"Damn it..."
The girl couldn't imagine what other horrific things she would have to endure if she were caught by them again and dragged back to the nest.
Although she was no different from a dead corpse, the girl could still feel pain.
"Dad... I'm sorry..."
That's why she decided to sacrifice her father once more to continue her wretched life.
She had finally gained the power to take revenge. She planned to survive as long as possible and sweep those bastards away. She couldn't get caught now.
"Ugh..."
The undead that had been following her ran out in the opposite direction of her flight, following its master's command.
"Huk... Corpse Explosion..."
Handae Han shed tears of blood and blew up her father, what used to be her father.
BOOM!!
"Uwaaa!!! My leg!!!"
"You! You damn bitch!!"
Soon, many of the Lawless chasing her were injured and fell.
The zombies, drawn by the commotion, would take care of the rest for them.
"Ughhhh..."
The girl hugged her mother, who had been making similar cries this whole time, even tighter and ordered her to run again.
However, her escape could not continue any longer.
CRUNCH!!!
One of the Lawless who had been knocked down by the Corpse Explosion threw a spear, and it shattered the girl's mother.
The girl, who had been in her arms, was thrown to the ground.
"Euh... Mom... A... Aaaa..."
The girl grabbed her mother's two shattered skulls and wailed.
A resurrected being could not be resurrected more than once.
This was a true farewell.
"Die... you bastards!! Please!! Die!!"
"What the hell are you saying!"
CRACK!
The bastards who had caught up stomped on the girl, who was screaming in rage.
The girl, now an undead, was gradually dying under their kicks, creaking and groaning.
If she took any more of a beating, she'd be smashed to pieces like her mother just was.
The girl was filled with frustration. The fact that she had to die like this. The thought that she couldn't get proper revenge on them.
On the other hand, she wished this tragedy would end quickly. Because she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Uh... Hey. Wait a sec. That. What is that?"
"What! Uh...?"
"Its... Its neck is gone...!"
BOOM!!!!
Something swung in an instant, and two men were turned into a pulp of meat and collapsed.
"Itchy... so itchy... my neck... it's so itchy... Uwaa..."
"Th... this is... what is this?"
"R, run!!!"
The bastards who had been stomping on the girl for so long were flustered by the sudden appearance of the monster and started to run away like crazy.
"Uh...?"
The girl, who had been huddled and only getting hit, looked up at the person who had saved her.
'Wh... what is this...?'
It was a huge man clad in black armor.
And strangely, he had no head.
No, he was holding it in his left hand. That head was gratingly complaining that its neck was itchy.
'Please... just pass by... please...'
Perhaps this unknown being was even more dangerous than the Lawless.
She hoped this monster would just pass her by.
Luckily, as she wished, the Durahan passed her by.
CRUNCH!!!!
Then he ran straight for the Lawless chasing the girl and started swinging his greatsword, slicing them in half.
"Uwaaa!!!!"
CRACK!
One clean slice. Innards spilled from the cross-section of the bisected Lawless.
"F, Fireball!!!"
CRACK.
A fist slammed into the face of the Lawless who was trying to cast a Fireball, exploding his head.
"Heok... brea... breath..."
CREAK.
He grabbed the neck of the fleeing bastard with one hand, lifted him up, and squeezed, separating his head from his body.
Worthless deaths were scattered across the street. The girl shuddered at the overflowing death.
The one who saved her in her moment of crisis was truly a knight of death.
Even this wasn't much of a fight. The headless warrior cleared away the Lawless as if he were swatting bugs.
"Ah, that guy. Don't kill him, I told you to capture him... Hey. And what are you?"
At that moment, when the girl was dumbfounded by the headless knight, someone spoke to her from behind.
"Uh...?"
It was a man with a bizarrely distorted face, as if pixelated.
*****
"Are you going to keep scouting?"
Hwayoung asked me what I was planning. She looked a little tired.
But unfortunately, Hwayoung is the only one among us who can detect humans, so she has to keep me company.
"Yeah. We have to keep moving around until we find the field boss, right?"
"Yes. But Oppa, just a drop of blood."
"Huh? You just had some."
"I... want to have some more..."
"Alright. Here."
"Hehe... good... Master... blood taste... the best... You know tonight, right? You know you can't get any sleep."
Hwayoung gets in heat just from drinking my blood. Looks like I'll be getting sucked dry tonight too.
"I want to go too..."
"Eun-ji, you're staying behind to guard the house this time. You know that, right?"
"Yes... Hwayoung gets to have all the fun."
I decided to take only Hwayoung and the Durahan this time, leaving Eun-ji behind.
Eun-ji had used quite a few skills while running away from the Durahan.
She had repeatedly thrown weapons made from Shadow Weaving to knock the skeletal horse the Durahan was riding over.
"Then I'll be off."
"Okay..."
Eun-ji looked sullen, saying she was sorry she couldn't be of any help against the Durahan.
I pinched her on both cheeks and told her not to have such pointless thoughts. She had played her part well enough.
And Eun-ji's true value lies not in head-on battles like this, but in ambushes and assassinations.
The only reason she couldn't do anything against the Durahan was because the opponent was a bad matchup.
We received greetings from the people remaining in the supermarket and started our scouting again. Our goal was to capture those five bastards who threw the Durahan at us and ran.
"Sniff sniff... Hmmm..."
"Can't you find them?"
"It's not that... the smell of blood... it's overlapping..."
Hwayoung frowned and said she could smell the scent of many fresh blood.
"It's not their smell?"
"No. It's a smell I'm smelling for the first time."
"A smell of blood you're smelling for the first time..."
That means it's not the raid team bastards. Hwayoung said the smell of the raid team bastards was buried under the smell of blood from people she didn't know at all.
"Did we miss them... Then let's at least follow that smell of blood."
And so, we followed Hwayoung and headed towards the place where the fresh scent of blood was wafting from.
And there, we found a talking zombie.