episode_0004

I was lucky. That’s huge too.

Honestly, I thought there was something inside.

And if there was anything inside, it was obvious that it would have been a bit of a hassle.

I would have had to fight while swinging the bat in this narrow space.

“.”

The PC room was full of food.

Of course, there were also things that were damaged and had to be thrown away.

But even if we took that away, there was still a ton of food left.

From cup noodles to various snacks, canned carbonated drinks and bottled water.

Considering the frozen food and such, I felt like I could last a few more weeks here.

“Fuck you mom. It’s crazy.”

I went around the PC room looking for things, and was able to find one more thing in the warehouse.

I don’t know why the PC room had its own generator, but there was a generator that generated power by pedaling.

I don’t know why it’s here, but having access to electricity was a huge advantage.

Originally I was going to rest here and go somewhere else, but I changed my mind.

“Let’s live here.”

In food and drinking water. Even a generator that can use electricity.

Even if I went anywhere else, there was no way there would be any more conditions than this.

It was wiser to just live here.

Anyway, if you last a few months, the main character will start working in earnest.

They will wander around with their eyes turned on to find useful survivors in other areas, so you can be rescued then.

Since I survived on my own for several months, I guess I deserve to be treated as well.

“……I’m still anxious though.”

The main character wasn’t the type of person who particularly liked women.

However, just as a dirty story has no meaning without Yasu, the author always creates a situation and makes the main character shake his hips.

Whether it’s a look that is full of probability, or a plot where a character appears in a dramatic situation and saves the day.

And the heroine he falls for is embraced, and since it is a zombie apocalypse situation, polygamy works without difficulty.

It’s good to survive, but that doesn’t mean you want to be a female.

Thinking that it would be a good idea to think about it, I headed towards the cash register.

In this PC room, he was using the entire first basement floor.

Since the entrance of the stairs is decorated as a PC room, the space is used to the limit.

So, the wider it is, the more people there are to manage it.

And usually, in this case, there will be a place for accommodation and food.

“Good.”

As if my prediction was correct, there was a space near the checkout counter for part-time workers to use.

It was designed so that one person could lie down and rest, and although it was thin, there was something that could be called a door.

There was some dust accumulating on it, but it didn’t matter because I could just clean it.

Rather, there was a diary.

“…………………………………”

I am not stupid.

I’ve already learned that looking at these diaries only makes me depressed.

A note from a returning student and a will from a manager.

But I was already opening my diary.

I thought there might be important information there.

Of course, there was important information.

There’s a radio or something. There is an emergency exit leading to the first floor, but it is usually locked.

The diary was filled with such trivial information.

The person who wrote the diary was a man in his early 40s.

It was written that he started working right away at the age of 27, worked as an office worker until he was 38, and then quit the company.

And with that severance pay, he opened a PC room and is supporting his family.

Although it was a bit rough, several facts were written in handwriting that filled all the spaces.

The joke is that if you don’t get enough exercise, if you buy a generator and use it, you can save on electricity bills and get some exercise.

They say that listening to radio shows while working gives you strength.

My wife was worried that my son couldn’t get enough sunlight, so my son told me that he had bought several boxes of vitamins.

The diary was filled with traces of all that life.

And on the last page it was written:

My wife was sick with appendicitis, so I opened the PC room late, but things weren’t going well so I thought I should go home.

As I was looking at the worry-filled writing, I closed the diary with a loud thud.

…………In the early days, zombies appeared in various places.

Because the infected people mutated into zombies as soon as the incubation period ended, the entire group collapsed helplessly.

A doctor who was treating a patient at a hospital turns into a zombie and bites off a patient’s arm.

My classmate, who was lying down in the dormitory a while ago and resting, lets out a howl like an animal.

A kindergarten teacher begins a life-threatening game of tag with the children.

So, the probability that the wife of the man mentioned in the article was alive was extremely low.

“Fuck.”

I felt like shit.

I tried to console myself that I had the information I needed to survive, but I couldn’t help but feel like shit.

I unpacked my bag, put it down, and lay down on the bed the man had been using.

Then, I put on the headset.

It wasn’t particularly noisy and there were no zombies around, but I felt uncomfortable without it, perhaps because I had been using it so much for two weeks.

You can only feel safe if you wear it around your neck or cover your ears.

Still, it was a hindrance, so I looked for something else.

I tried using earphones and wearing earplugs.

But as if someone had planned it, I couldn’t do it without this cat ear headset.

And strangely enough, even if I lost it, it always hung around my neck.

It’s as if you unconsciously wear it around your neck.

“……..Ah, I feel good.”

Since I was wearing the headset like that, I felt much better.

I couldn’t say it was as good as I said, but the depression was gone.

I slowly got up and walked out of the room.

Now that I think about it, it was written in the diary that there was an emergency exit to the first floor.

You can’t go out through the front door of the PC room anyway.

The door to the stairs is locked and the shutters are down, and even zombies are gathered there.

So I had to find another way.

Because I couldn’t be trapped here forever.

“So, I said it was around here. Not the emergency exit over there…”

As I searched the dark PC room with my hand, I saw a small door.

It was clear that there was an emergency exit sign.

I slowly opened the lock and looked for a reaction. It didn’t seem like anything was outside, so I opened the door.

“Ah.”

It must have been normally used as a warehouse, and it was filled with things like cleaning tools.

And there was a staircase, and above it was another door.

I slowly walked forward through the tools and tried to read the text on the door.

It wasn’t a big deal. The message was to evacuate here in case of fire.

Rather, I felt like I could feel at ease now.

There is a passage outside in case of emergency, and there is food and drinking water inside.

I also really liked being able to use electricity.

“But you won’t be able to hear the song.”

Since I cut the wire of the cat ear headset, it was natural that I couldn’t hear.

Unless I was looking for a new headset, I had no choice but to use it as a replacement for earplugs.

It was a little disappointing. I thought falling asleep while listening to music would help relieve stress.

Still, there was no way that complaining would lead to anything.

“What should we do first?”

Of course, it was impossible to open this entire PC room.

So the goal was to light up that small room.

The bicycle generator had an unusual shape, and it could be charged by inserting a battery.

And he was able to charge it by pedaling himself, and was speechless when he saw the efficiency.

You have to pedal at a constant speed for 2 hours to light up that small room for 1 hour.

One fortunate thing was that I had two extra batteries that I could fit into the bike generator.

I don’t know if it’s full or underfilled, but I can tell that it’s good to have a lot of electricity that can be stored.

“Fuck.”

Of course, there was no clear answer.

When I slowly turned on the bicycle generator, the battery capacity was displayed on the handle.

It seems to be a way to make 10 squares shine, but something was strange.

“7…. More than 70% full?!”

Since one battery could accommodate up to 500w, it was the same as saying there was 350w.

I checked the other two batteries just in case, and both were completely full.

I hurriedly opened the diary and read about bicycle generators.

Instead of reading it roughly like before, I read it carefully again and only then was I able to understand the facts.

A friend of mine had a generator that he was originally using, and it seemed like he was selling it for a cheap price because he was buying a new generator.

And it seemed like he bought it for exercise and to fill up an empty battery.

No, there was something more important than that written on it.

“…………..Is it close here?”

The man’s friend seemed to be a survivalist. He was also an office worker at a famous large company.

He is a person who maintains a personal bunker as a hobby, and his wife is also a survivalist, so they agreed.

The man and his friend seemed to be close enough that they were often invited to the bunker for meals.

The man also wrote down the location of the bunker and safe house in detail.

It was a joking remark that there might be something to do later.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

The survivalist himself. Also, bunkers and safe houses built by salaried employees of large corporations.

The plan needed to be modified.

This PC room was satisfactory, but it couldn’t be better than the bunker and safe house.

So, I thought it would be a good idea to disguise myself as a relative of the man and get here.

If your friend lives there, you can complain by saying that he is a relative of the man. If he does not live there, you can live there.

If you’re lucky enough to have a friend or a friend’s wife turned into a zombie, the story becomes easier.

My friend said he lives in a house, not an apartment, so it would be easy to rob him.

Hoping that the person was dead, I memorized the address and directions as best as I could.

Then I realized.

“……Ah, fuck.”

Instead of using a dead person’s belongings, you’re robbing someone who may be alive?

And you honestly hoped he was dead?

My thoughts reached that point and I felt dirty.

I can’t say he’s a particularly good person, but he’s not a bad person at all.

He is not so evil that he would trample on others and save their lives without hesitation.

But this is what I thought?

It was so disgusting that I stayed like that for a while.

Then, a word came out of my mouth.

“You idiot.”

I was tired, so I just lay down again and went to sleep.