episode_0000

So, there was a novel.

It was a novel that was written six times a day, and did the author make some money from it?

There was a novel that always burned Gal in many ways.

Either in a good or bad sense.

It was a zombie apocalypse story, but it was pretty fun.

However, the author often did something stupid and gave up Goro City.

I know because I’ve been stabbed a lot. Honestly, you have to try it to know how fun Goroshi running is.

I just felt sorry for him. Because I had to protect Gal during that crazy time.

Still, I had some fun watching it. No, it was quite fun.

As I followed it through to the end, I cheered in my heart.

Of course, I had to measure it dozens of times, but it was okay because I overcame it.

Since we’ve fostered writers so strongly, isn’t it a win-win?

Readers who enjoyed reading novels and novels, or writers who grew up strong and made money.

“Fuck.”

However, I didn’t enjoy reading this novel enough to want to read it.

Every time I woke up, I would desperately wish that this could be a dream.

But damn it, it was always reality, not a dream.

I took off the cat ear headset I was wearing and staggered to the bathroom.

I turned it on to see if there was electricity connected, but it was the same.

It was obvious that no water would come out. It’s a shame to fill the bathtub.

“Hu.”

In a dark bathroom, a beautiful girl was looking at the mirror with lifeless eyes.

Slowly, raise both hands to cover your face and sweep down.

A heavenly, beautiful girl who cannot be believed to be human.

That’s me. It’s me. Fuck. It’s me.

Even if it were an ordinary pretty girl, I would still make a self-destructive joke.

“What is a sickly pretty girl? A sickly pretty girl.

The skin of the silver-haired, red-eyed girl could not be said to be healthy even with empty words.

He was pale and gave off an inscrutable aura, and his wrists and ankles looked so thin that they could easily break.

So it was incredibly absurd.

She is a sickly beautiful girl who has an extremely difficult time surviving in this world.

At least it would have been better if it had been my original body.

Although I gained weight, my strength was not weak.

If done well, it could have evolved into a pig here.

“Ha……”

A sigh flowed from deep in my heart.

And having to live in this fucking hell again.

When I realized that fact, I felt like I had no choice but to feel like shit.

I didn’t realize it when I was reading the novel, but this was a pretty shitty worldview.

It is a zombie apocalypse, but it is not a zombie apocalypse.

You don’t know what bullshit this is? Actually, I don’t know either. I read a novel to clear my mind.

But I still remembered it to some extent.

The zombie virus in this novel was not created somewhere.

A respiratory disease that appeared in China mutated and became a zombie virus.

However, unlike common zombie viruses, being bitten by a zombie does not immediately infect you.

All survivors have already been infected. There is no such thing as immunity or antibodies.

However, unlike other people who turn into zombies immediately after incubation, they begin to turn into zombies only when their life activity ends completely.

So, you can move your body carelessly.

There is no need to cut or cut the bite just because it has been bitten.

How do you direct a zombie movie like this?

Simple. Because the author came up with a pretty plausible setting.

If the incubation period ends and the person does not immediately turn into a zombie, the zombie virus mutates within the body.

In the process, the host’s physical abilities become stronger and it gains special abilities.

Of course, there is nothing special about this ability. I can’t use telekinesis or anything like that.

Just become incredibly strong or incredibly fast. It’s at that level.

And when the host carrying the mutated zombie virus dies, it becomes a new variant.

He retains the abilities he developed during his lifetime and becomes a mutant that threatens the survivors.

This isn’t the end. These damn zombies also reproduce.

In vitro fertilization, internal fertilization. Self-replication. I’m doing everything I can.

So, once a mutation occurs, subspecies of that mutation arise.

So, it is a worldview in which people do not die but struggle in pain for quite a long time.

Why explain this at length?

“Fuck.”

It’s so fucking simple.

We ran out of food and water.

When I found out that I had reincarnated in a novel, I hurriedly saved all my money to prepare.

I stock up on food in my room and buy a lot of bottled water.

Before the drinking water was cut off, I put water in the bathtub.

Just in case, I bought a baseball bat.

With a complacent thought that my future self will take care of it.

It was Cheonqiu’s regret that he did not prepare further.

“Still, I lasted for two weeks.”

I swallowed back the thought that something had happened.

I slowly walked towards the veranda and looked down.

Below was, well, Agwido. It was as scary as seeing Gal without his armband.

Zombies gather together to eat human flesh, and mutants roam around one by one.

Survivors? As they attacked with flimsy weapons, all the earthenware pots were broken and they became prey.

“You damn bastards, look at how many of them are left behind without eating them.”

When a survivor dies and begins to turn into a zombie, the damaged parts are repaired in the process.

It doesn’t even matter how severe the limbs are.

Perhaps they instinctively knew this, but those zombies were only devouring survivors to the extent that they could be recovered.

No, fuck. Wouldn’t it be better to kill him? I’m just eating metallurgy to survive so I can’t even die.

Are these bastards acting like shit?

“…………………………..”

I knew it instinctively. Now I had to get out.

There was no option to die in the first place.

Human dignity and all that seemed like nonsense.

I want to live, I want to live. Still, I live. Fuck you guys.

“Ami.”

I felt like I was going to feel even more depressed, so I left the veranda and searched my room.

Even though I already ate it all, it would still be a good idea to see if I have anything to put in my mouth or not.

And as if it were obvious, there was nothing.

Not a single crumb of cookie or a drop of water.

I was certain that I had scraped it all as I desperately held on.

Okay, there’s nothing more to do.

“It’s heavy.”

I picked up the baseball bat that was standing in the living room.

I swung it lightly a few times and it felt good.

It just felt good.

“…………After.”

Number 5.

I thought 5 times would be the maximum for this weak body.

After swinging with all my might five times, it was obvious that I would be out of breath and unable to move for a while.

Considering the stamina to run away, it would only take about 2 times.

If it had been my original body, I would have been able to swing it a few more times.

“The writer is a piece of shit. Why don’t you at least send me a text copy? Still, I read it all to the end.”

It was difficult to survive with only the vague knowledge of the original in my head.

Well, it would be okay if you were lucky enough to meet the main character, but this novel is a story.

The main character is a damn munchkin. It was natural for me to get hit.

I used to get into a fuss with the gallery, asking if TS novels were mental BL.

It’s natural that you don’t want to think about Amta’s ‘ㅇ’ either.

“…………………………………………”

First of all, it was important to get out of this officetel.

Then, they run away to a shopping mall and get food and water.

If it was a PC room, there would be something there, so I thought I could go there.

In the process, avoid encountering zombies as much as possible and take money.

You can just bring 500 won coins. In this worldview, 500 won was considered a bill of exchange.

I don’t know why it was used as a bill of exchange, but it’s because the writer set it up that way.

“Then you have to cross the road first.”

The shopping mall is across the street.

So, go downstairs and go outside the officetel.

And to get to the mall, you have to run across the road.

It was a crude plan that I could only say would work out somehow.

I guess so. Since the setting of the novel was a university, not an officetel, it had no choice but to be crude.

Because the main character made me come home from the university campus.

Characters like me, who have to make a living in an officetel like this, were not given any light.

No, it was illuminated. But at that time, the power inflation had already reached such a level that non-mutant zombies were nothing more than random mobs.

So the only thing that can be helpful in this situation is brief information about the zombies’ ecology.

But does that help?

Can not be done.

This fucking hipster bastard classified things like zombie ecology and such as swear words.

So, zombies screaming around the house.

You could just indicate the level with numbers, but why did you classify it as an abusive word?

This is stage 1. Fuck, this is stage 2. Shit, it was stage 3.

Stage 4 was like a bunch of bastards.

Of course, after actually experiencing it, those curse words came out.

But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a bit boring.

I guess you thought it was novel.

“…………………………..”

I slowly got dressed, took out the bag I used to go to college, and took out everything inside.

He then put it on his back and picked up a baseball bat.

There was no time to rest.

I already woke up after a good night’s sleep, and there’s no way I could sleep any longer.

Set the time zone? The setting wasn’t such that zombies were sensitive during the day and insensitive at night.

They simply tore apart the survivors regardless of day or night.

So it was right to leave brightly this morning.

To be honest, I was incredibly scared, but I couldn’t help it.

If you don’t want to die, you have to do it.

Still, you have to live.

So I slowly opened the front door and held the door while looking to the left.

Then I looked to the right and was so startled that I missed the door.

The front door slammed shut, and the lock made a clicking sound as it turned.

“……..Huh?”

“Fuck.”

Saying that I was going to win first, I hit the head of the zombie next door, who was still trying to figure out the situation, and then ran away.