Chapter 124 – New Mutant Zombies
I wanted to continue to live a leisurely and peaceful life, taking care of Seo-ah and telling the child who might hear me, but I couldn’t afford to do that right now.
Maybe it wasn’t crazy to rest this much in the first place.
That’s because it seemed like they had discovered a new entity that was different from the mutant zombies they had encountered so far.
Also, compared to other mutant zombies, they look so different that it’s hard to tell how dangerous they are.
So, I think I was too relaxed just because I had a child, even though I had thoroughly prepared, and it wasn’t enough.
Unfortunately, even though Seo-ah hates me, I had no choice but to leave her and her child, pick up her weapons and go out again.
“Be careful… “
For some reason, her anxiety seemed to be rising, and she told me to be careful.
I don’t think anything will happen, she said, drawing a smile on her lips.
As she roughly stroked her hair, she walked quickly and said, “Don’t worry, she will come,” And started walking without looking back.
A burdensome look filled with worry that can be felt in the back of one’s head.
I felt their gaze, but I tried to ignore it and headed towards the place where I encountered a new type of mutated zombie.
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A place to return to after a few days.
If I were to go into detail, it seemed like it was roughly a month.
During that time, which was either long or short, I spent the time in vain, rejoicing that she had a child, as if her head was empty.
Even if you get busy right now, it won’t be enough.
Anyway, it might not be too late now.
Even though it was late, I started looking around with the intention of taking urgent measures.
As if the main camp had realized that the guys they had sent here had disappeared, there were zombies wandering around that looked a little stronger than the guys we saw last time.
They looked similar, but unlike the commanders who behaved almost the same as regular zombies and only had crude weapons, the ones seen this time were clearly different.
First of all, should I say soldier? The regular zombies were poorly armed to me, but not just one of them, but all of them, so they looked stronger than expected.
And of course, the zombies that sometimes appear to be commanders are more, not less, armed than regular zombies.
They no longer look like zombies.
What kind of zombie thinks, has a command system, and is even armed?
No matter how you look at it, it is not a zombie, but a dead but alive human created by a necromancer from a creative work.
“I don’t know who will be inside this time, so I won’t be able to move quickly.”
No matter how crudely they brought zombies that looked like an army, there was no way they could be my opponent.
But this time, like last time, I was cautious because I didn’t know who might be in that building.
The number of regular zombies visible right now is about 150.
If you count the number inside, it may range from at least 300 to as high as 500.
And if you see a zombie outside that is even slightly better armed than the commanders you saw last time, it is an established fact that there are stronger people than that guy inside.
How strong is it?
Is he a threat to me?
Even if you keep thinking about it like this, the situation will not get better.
The only way is to catch zombies and get information, but you can’t catch just any zombie.
There would be some progress if we caught the zombies that could talk, but the zombies we could see right now, and even the commander, who looked like they could talk, were not here.
The commander also keeps making strange noises. They speak their own language, so I don’t know if they can get the information they need to capture and torture them.
Even if I speak the information, I won’t be able to understand it.
Perhaps he could speak human language? As I thought about it, I shook my head.
“I can’t help it… “
I need to reduce the number of zombies as much as possible now that there are even a few of them, so it will be easier for me later.
I have to earn points anyway, so what other options do I have?
With these thoughts, I drew my sword and stood up.
I’m going to fight like this anyway, so I don’t know why I’m just worrying about being annoying and wasting time.
“It’s bonus time again.”
The bonus time that appeared briefly and then disappeared is now restarted here.
“Keaaaaa! “
A zombie that spotted me let out a scream as if trying to alert her colleagues.
Rather, I am grateful.
You don’t have to go out and look for them, but they automatically call your colleagues.
“Kehaaagh!”
“Kek! Kaeeeeek!”
The zombies that responded to the sound cried again to convey it to others.
“Did you do everything you could?”
I thought this was the end of my warning role, so I immediately swung my sword and cut off his head.
The head flew off and rolled around on the floor, and the headless body fell to its knees, leaned over, and fell down on the floor.
As soon as I fell to the floor, the zombies that had been making a fuss around me slowly started to flock in, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
And is he angry at the death of his colleague? Or is it just the nature of zombies that makes them rush at the prospect of being able to gorge on live human meat?
I don’t know the exact reason, but it started aggressively attacking me.
After all, zombies are zombies.
What’s the point of being crudely armed? I can’t get rid of my instinct to rush in anyway.
And even if I tried to block my body, my only attack route was my neck.
This means that even if you wear clothes that provide even a little protection to your upper body, such as your chest and stomach, your neck is bound to be defenseless.
Suddenly! Suddenly!
Tuk… Degurrr…
Unlike the zombies I met last time, even though they were a little more armed, their bodies and heads began to separate and fall in a very futile manner.
Even though his comrades he was dying in an instant and in a ridiculously large number, he continued to rush forward.
Killed, killed, and killed again.
There was black blood spilled by zombies everywhere.
Bodies that had lost their heads piled up in piles, and heads that had also lost their bodies were lying everywhere.
Around the time I hunted about 40 animals.
When the commander zombie, who arrived at the scene late, was started and tried to cry out, I immediately took out my pistol, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger.
The distance was quite long, and there were many obstacles blocking the way, but the fired bullet from the muzzle accurately pierced the zombie’s neck.
However, since it was a pistol, it could not inflict fatal wounds on the entire neck, so the zombie did not die at once.
Still, because his throat was pierced, he couldn’t cry and couldn’t give orders.
“Then you write it.”
It seemed like they were trying to get rid of the zombies that were rushing at me like moths to fire, but I had no intention of just watching.
There is absolutely no reason to ruin this great opportunity and good hunting style.
I continued to hunt down the zombies that rushed at me, as if to just watch your soldiers die there.
One thing we can know from this.
Regular zombies are not much different from zombies that can be seen anytime, anywhere, but they follow orders before instinct.
Commander Zombie knows this better than anyone else… Um, are you sure it’s a zombie? Anyway, such a commander unconditionally tries to control and command ordinary zombies.
So like this. If the commander is unable to give orders, he will only follow his instincts and have no intention of stopping before every last one of them falls.
Suddenly. Suddenly. Suddenly. Suddenly.
As I continued to dodge the zombies’ poor attacks and repeatedly cut off their heads dozens of times, at some point the zombies attacked me stopped.
No, everyone was dead and rolling around on the floor.
Jerk. Jeopuk.
I walked over the corpses of the zombies and headed towards the commander who was holding his neck.
“Keh… Ke… Keuu… “
He was helplessly telling me what to do, but there was no way I could understand.
“Hey. Do you understand what I’m saying? “
“Keh? Ke, keh. “
It was just something he threw out, but he nodded vigorously and cried as if he really understood.
What. There were times when I wondered if he was really human, but no matter how I looked at his rotten, pale skin, black eyes, and red pupils, he was not human.
Above all, the blood flowing from the pierced neck his was the same black blood as other zombies.
“Okay. Do you want to live?”
Is there a desire to live?
“Keuh! Keuh! “
Surprisingly, there was.
A question comes in here.
“Were you ever human?”
“Key!”
Another positive response.
Humans, humans, zombies who claim to be human. And they are zombies that operate regular zombies like an army. It wasn’t just something that was surprising and curious.
But what should I do with a guy who can’t even speak?
“Who… And how many more are in there?”
“Key!”
“No, write down all the information you know. Then I will save your life.”
When I asked for information, the zombie nodded but then hesitated.
She clearly got her blood on her fingers, but she didn’t write anything down.
I looked to see if I did this on purpose, and from what I could see, I thought I should write something rather than not write it on purpose. It looks like he has no idea how to write it.
If. I know I’m human, but maybe I don’t know how to write because not all my memories have returned.
You may not be able to write it down because there are a lot of spaces.
It made sense.
In that case, all we can get is that this zombie was originally human, and she remembers it herself.
“I don’t need it anymore.”
It wasn’t worth saving.
I picked up the sword.
He was scared and screamed, but he didn’t care and killed him by stabbing him in the neck.
