How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 2. Erysicton Protocol (4)

The snare was wrapped around the uncle’s ankle. Of course, the old man didn’t stop and kept running towards me. A snare is not a bear trap. He can’t drag or pull his ankle right when he gets caught.

Instead, if you go between dense trees and deep roots like this….

“Clink!”

Like that. A stake tightly tangled at the end of a wire snare gets caught between trees. Even a wild boar cannot escape easily if caught in the snare.

The old man fell forward. Even so, the fans didn’t go anywhere, so I struggled to grab my feet.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Cheng Kang, Ding!”

The pebbles placed in the condensed milk can made a mad sound. It’s like ringing a gong to tell people to eat.

I circled around the uncle with a shoulder dance. The uncle also goes round after me. The wire at my ankle gradually coils itself around the tree.

Standing at a distance far away. He picked up a heavy stone and tossed it away. Blood spurted out with a crackling sound.

My fellow zombie, who fell into the snare earlier, came limping. Drool was dripping from her mouth.

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He quickly moved away to tell me to have a good meal. The sound of tin cans ringing, the smell of spreading blood, howling and hissing roused the stillness of the forest and spread far and wide.

I saw more zombies approaching from behind the trees. I watched it from afar. I walked quietly to the forest keeper’s house.

I was very hungry.

* * * * *

It’s easy to get lost in the woods. The eyes are covered and the sound echoes. Everywhere you go, the scenery is the same, so it is difficult to tell them apart. Conversely, there is no better place to hide than the forest. As long as you don’t do anything bouncing.

Keep your body as low as possible and move slowly. Never in a hurry Zombies were more widespread than I expected, so be careful and be careful. I expected zombies in the tree recreation forest, but I can hear the bushes pushing and creaking from a closer distance than I thought.

These are the ones I hadn’t seen or felt before. About twenty or thirty steps. Of course, it’s not a flat land, but it’s hidden by the trees in the forest, so you can’t see it very well. Like me, they often stopped and looked around. Among them, there were those who sniffed and looked in my direction.

‘Is it because of body odor?’

Just as Westerners smell of cheese and Koreans smell of garlic, zombies in this world also respond to ‘body odor’. If you come across a peculiar smell that you have not smelled well, you will approach it with curiosity. The smell of perfume that is too strong, the smell of sweat, the smell of not washing for a long time, etc.

However, the screams and shouts of anger from the other side and the smell of blood were more intense, so they would drool and walk past them. Forest Keeper Zombie was a really strong guy. Even as several zombies bite his limbs and hang on, he’s still fighting.

‘That’s why they call it a newbie cutter.’

Actually, the way to deal with forest keepers is not to go head-to-head. Instead, if you make them ‘fight’ with other guys, there is no ally as strong as that guy.

What’s more, if you cause such chaos, there will be unexpected income. When fighting in crowded places, zombies end up scratching each other, biting each other, and fighting each other.

Then, another splash of blood, and more screams. The turmoil is blatantly copied. I’m not going to run with the thought that I should join, but since I’m gathering the zombies on this side to one point, I can comfortably enjoy collecting in a secluded place.

If you don’t need to fight, don’t fight. It’s better to make them kill each other than to kill everyone. Rather than shooting and killing everyone in sight, it’s more comfortable to clear it that way.

They have no fellowship, no public morals, no taboos, but they have enough instinct and rationality. The instinct to eat something because you’re hungry, and the rationality to eat something because you can see something nearby. It is no different from a human being.

But isn’t it better to be good to each other?

I arrived at the forest keeper’s house.

A single-story log cabin about the size of a small apartment. It’s a pretty small but sturdy place. The defense is a bit tricky, but it’s a good level to use as one of the bases for multiplayer.

In case you didn’t know, I opened the front door and waited, but there was no movement. It seems everyone went out to eat.

“Whew.”

The front door and outside windows were all locked. The curtains were also lowered. However, thanks to the light leaking through the window, the inside is bright. Still, just in case, I checked all the rooms before searching for items. He held a long skewer in his right hand and gently turned the doorknob open with his left.

The warehouse is safe. The sleeping room is fine too. The utility room next to the kitchen….

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The sound of tin cans being struck is low. My body instantly stiffened. Focus on hearing Fortunately, there was no noise from outside.

The utility room floor was full of trash. Empty plastic water bottles, empty cans. Santina, who does , Had the most designs. Apparently, it was put in a trash can or something, but it must have been knocked over.

I quietly closed the door and opened the bathroom for the last time. It smelled a bit musty, but it was cleaner than expected. Fortunately, water came out of the tap. Like a house in the forest, it is equipped with a rainwater collection well and water tank. It’s one of the reasons why it’s good to use it as a base.

Of course, if you just drink it, you will get an upset stomach, so if you haven’t gone through a separate purification process, it’s suitable for showering, washing clothes, or agricultural water.

‘Should I take a shower?’

Setting aside the embarrassment of not being able to wash, the clothes were too messy. The smell of soot, the smell of soot, and even a lot of sweat, so it smelled pretty strong. Thinking of how zombies sniffed, washing should be washing.

“… Let’s see what’s there first.”

I have to stay in this house anyway until it calms down outside. I had a lot of time, so I decided to take a look at it leisurely.

Zombies fill their stomachs, I fill my pockets.

It wasn’t as good as I expected, but I got a lot more than I expected.

Originally, a lot of food had to come out of a display case or an uncovered box. But no. It seems that the Forest Keeper and his companions ate them all up and left the cans in the utility room.

On the other hand, there were many things to salvage in the closet or in the box that hadn’t even been taped. There was even a water bottle in the refrigerator. Literally, it wiped out only what was visible.

Six bottles of 500ml mineral water, three days worth of preserved food including canned bread, and combat rations were also provided. Even if you exclude snacks, you don’t have to worry about eating for about 5 days.

I also got .22 Caliber bullets. Two cartridges full of 100 rounds. One rifle there. As the Emington 597 model. 22 Caliber compatible. Because it uses the same bullets as the pistol I just got, there is no need to get a headache.

In the closet was a windbreaker, a freshly ironed shirt, pants, socks, a towel, and even a cowboy hat. There’s even a new walker down there. It seemed to be a reserve suit for when it rained suddenly.

I looked inside the locker. Compass. A map with notes. Writing instrument. Empty wine bottle. Matches. Cigarette. A thumb-sized LED flashlight…

“Oh.”

Now, something useful has come out.

“This is it.”

Body odor removal body wash & shampoo for hunters.

It is literally a product that greatly reduces body odor from the human body. It comes in a plastic bottle, so it’s easy to carry around. Ordinary soaps contain scents that can attract zombies’ attention for a period of time, but this item is okay to put your mind at ease.

At this point, I’ve packed everything worth taking. The remaining question is how to carry all of this.

I didn’t have a bag, and I didn’t see any sacks that I could carry. Don’t you have a garbage bag or something? Even after looking around, there is nothing to do.

After much thought, I took off all my clothes. I tied the ankles on both sides of my pants and packed them tightly except for the items I needed right away. The shirt was also tightened with a knot at the cuffs and nape of the neck, and the contents were tightly packed. It went in less than the pants, but I was still able to pack it.

Now that I’ve tried it, portability is a mess. A paper box under the desk caught my eye. It’s the size of a ramen box. It was lighter than I thought.

Anyway, the forest keeper seems to have enjoyed newspaper clippings. I put things that looked interesting one by one. Once the scraps were poured out on the desk.

The cleanup is now complete.

I parked my loaded rifle and hunting knife by the bathroom door, left the door open and turned on the water. I don’t know how much is left, so I turned it on just enough to lightly wet my body and head. I took body odor removal body wash & shampoo and thoroughly rubbed it all over my body.

I turned it a little harder than before. The water flow was lukewarm, but it was more refreshing than ever.

Screams and howls can still be heard outside. In the midst of all the beings in the world fighting bloody for a living, I wipe my body by humming a song.

Before I came here, life in the city was not very different. Except that people didn’t eat each other.

I was hungry.

* * * * *

After wiping off with a towel and changing into forest keeper’s clothes, I felt like a new person. I opened a bottle of water and a can of bread that I had taken out.

It was worse than I thought. Aside from the sweetness that covers the tongue, the subtle pineapple scent was not very good. Maybe it was because it smelled similar to the air freshener in the bathroom at the cafe I used to go to often. I looked it up just in case, but it wasn’t a Product.

Still, I mumbled with water to keep from choking, and it was quite edible. Perhaps it was because of the irregular meal, his stomach rumbled. Even if there is something to eat.

“What? Doesn’t it taste good?”

You said you were starving until just now, but you said it didn’t taste good. It seems that the tension has been relieved quite a bit. But when you think about it, it’s so… So it doesn’t seem to be going as badly as I expected.

I could understand why the human non-protection zone was set up. If the zombies are drawn to blood and noise, a single shot from a distance is enough. They’ll figure it out by themselves. As long as they are prevented from escaping from the area, quarantine can be suppressed sufficiently.

But when I think about leaving the elderly in Mini Bell, which was the starting town, I don’t think there is room for administration.

“What happened to Nara?”

No matter how you think about it, it was strange. The zombies I’ve encountered so far were to the extent that I could easily control them if I wanted to because I didn’t have any equipment. Didn’t it cause chaos with just snares and stones? Is the situation in the country so desperate that it can’t deal with this level of confusion?

No. No

You have to think the other way around. I can handle zombies, but people in this world may not yet have as much knowledge as I do. It’s like putting a puzzle together. If you know what shape it was originally, you can guess it right away, but if you don’t know what it is and flip it over, it will take much longer.

So in this world, I am a zombie specialist.

I was in a good mood, and I pondered for a moment whether I should open another can. I even thought about what would be better, a meat stew with tomatoes or boiled beans and corn, until I realized that if I ate too much, I would be uncomfortable going back to the container house.

Grumble.

“Why do I get hungrier the more I eat?”

Chronic hunger, I wonder if it’s something like that. But when I touch my stomach, it’s definitely not very skinny. One canned food and a whole bucket of water went into my stomach, but I was rather hungry as if I hadn’t starved for several days. I don’t think I even heard a girl. Or maybe it’s because of stress.

Screams can still be heard outside. We may have to wait a little longer for the situation to stabilize. Since I had already packed all my belongings, I checked the scraps carefully trimmed by the forest keeper.

But I couldn’t see him for a long time.

Smart.

Slowly. Not in a hurry I picked up a hunting knife. Shooting here is tantamount to shouting, “I’m ready to eat, please eat me.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sound from the window side. Weird. Obviously, all the light would have been blocked. And, there was no sound of footsteps. There’s no way I haven’t heard the zombies shuffling and making the occasional uhhhhh.

Knock!

Window frame. It’s a window Pull out your knife and grab your rifle. Steeply, he approached, putting his entire foot low on the floor. These were unbreakable shoes, so they were incredibly stiff.

Preparing for a human head to come out, I pushed the curtain lightly with a knife.

“Mr. Child, really.”

It’s a crow. It was a crow the size of a small garbage bag. The eyes glittered like glass beads. He didn’t open the door quickly and tapped the window frame as if asking what he was doing.

“Isn’t it off?”

I hit the window frame with a knife. It croaked and spread its dark, strong wings as if protesting. Wide enough to see through the half-rotten body.