episode_0032

The author only roughly wiped his sides and lowered his posture.

Then, I searched for the medicine, being careful not to pull my sides.

However, he seemed to be not satisfied with anything, so he looked at me as I was about to enter the shower room and said.

“Where is the entrance to the pharmacy?”

“You must have seen it on the way there. Just go out through the entrance you came in.”

“Good. What to eat?”

“I don’t have anything to eat? There’s a gym above, so maybe eat some protein there.”

“Protein?”

“Yes. I’m going to wash now.”

As I closed the door, I could hear hurried steps outside.

It felt a little ominous so I stuck my head out of the shower room again, but it felt like I had gone to a pharmacy.

So I took off my clothes with peace of mind.

“Ah… ”

Up until now, I had been saying that the bastard’s physical condition wasn’t normal, but now I see that I wasn’t normal either.

It wasn’t just broken anywhere, it was full of scratches and stab wounds.

Still, I thought I would get better if I just washed up and ate properly.

So I quickly started washing up.

“What is this blood.”

The wound on his side must have been quite severe, and the floor of the shower room was filled with blood.

Fortunately, there wasn’t much blood in the bathtub or other places, and there was no problem with washing.

Even hot water, shampoo and soap are provided.

There were also bath salts there, so I thought I could really enjoy them if I had enough time.

But I didn’t have time for that right now, so I took a light shower.

“Evil… !”

I didn’t know what would happen if I stayed inside even after the deadline, so I had to come out without even getting dressed properly.

Perhaps because my hair was so long, I couldn’t wash it well.

Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any writers out there.

So, I first put on my underwear, dried myself leisurely, and waited.

Not long after, the writer returned.

It was filled with something in a bottle I didn’t know where it came from.

“It’s good to have a gym.”

“Yeah, I heard that’s good. There are also tools.”

“And there’s this protein shake too. There are also energy bars.”

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Yours?”

There was a look in his eyes that suggested he didn’t even know it existed.

I also walked away once.

If there was anything, I would have eaten it all. How can I tolerate energy bars?

“Chet, I can’t give you any other food. I also need to eat and recover.”

“I guess so.”

“Even if you are our colleague, you have to pay the price.”

“Yes, here is the price.”

The writer suddenly held out a gun.

It seemed to be the revolver from before.

I wondered where he had gone, but I thought he was threatening me again with an empty gun.

So I didn’t even blink. If you’re going to do this, threaten him by shooting him with a gun.

Just like before… ?

“… Ah?”

A gunshot rang out.

Something resembling a bullet grazed my right side of hair and lodged itself in the wall.

The writer calmly adjusted his revolver and spoke.

“I said it earlier, right? Why didn’t I buy bullets with points?”

“… Yes.”

“I bought it because I got points for catching zombies.”

“… ?”

Considering that, the marks on the wall seemed small.

I think it would usually be a little bigger than that, but I’ll think about that later.

He slowly looked at the writer, then hid himself in a nearby cover.

“It’s not coming out!?”

“If it were you, would you go out?”

“I won’t kill you!”

“How can I believe that!”

holding a gun

That alone poses a huge threat in this world.

The fact that a single trigger could kill me, empty or not, is outrageous.

To make matters worse, he even shot me in the side of the head a little while ago.

So I had no choice but to be on guard like this.

I know very well that each other is plotting something, so how can I trust that?

Right now, I was thinking about breaking that damn pot.

Whether it’s a writer or something else, we have to trust each other before we can cooperate or not.

So, I couldn’t come out with peace of mind.

“Hey, Yeji Lee. Do you think well?”

“Well, why. What!”

“Just because you’re hiding there, you think I won’t be able to shoot you?”

“… ”

“Let’s not lose our strength.”

“Well, yeah… ”

That bastard was right.

Since I couldn’t go outside the PC room anyway, I was out of range.

If I just walk up and pull the trigger, I die.

So I had no choice but to come out.

The author seemed a bit more serious than I thought.

My face is pale and I keep sweating.

“You, just listen to my one favor.”

“What request?”

“Give me some food.”

“None.”

“Go to the supermarket and get it. Even just a little bit.”

“That’s it?”

“Physics books too.”

“Why physics books?”

“… It’s safe to have. When I look at a physics problem, I feel a little more at ease.”

“… ?”

“What, you bastard!”

The writer raised his voice.

But I was dumbfounded.

No, it would be better if it were a different book.

Do you feel safe reading physics books? This was a little scary.

Well, is that why you become a writer?

“I went, you can come back. Okay, I’ll come back.”

“Come on.”

“Oh, put the gun down!”

“If I lower the gun, they will attack me more.”

“… ”

“They do everything they can to stay on top and survive.”

“Isn’t that natural!”

“Hurry! And leave your knuckles behind.”

“Why.”

I hid my iron knuckles behind my back.

That guy looks like he’s using his fists.

The reason I’ve won so far is because that bastard didn’t have a weapon.

I was able to do this and that because I didn’t have a melee weapon.

But I didn’t think I could do anything if that bastard had a weapon.

“… ”

Honestly, I was worried.

That guy is incredibly strong?

When I got a good punch, I thought I was going to the goal.

Now, if they put my knuckles in there and hit me properly, I didn’t have the confidence to endure.

Maybe after getting hit, I would hold my leg and cry.

So it was a real concern.

You’re handing over your life.

What do I believe in that bastard? The iron knuckles were too useful to hand it over just because I was a writer.

“Think carefully. If I die, it’s over.”

“… Fuck.”

Yeah, whatever. If you do it wrong, you die, right?

Would that be worse than dying?

So I suddenly threw him an iron knuckle.

The author seemed to not have the strength to hold it, so he picked up the knuckle that had fallen on the floor with a grunt and put it in his hand.

Meanwhile, he did not let go of the gun in his hand.

“I’ll go and come back, I’ll go and come back. I’m waiting!”

“… Yes.”

“I know that if I steal something, I will die!”

“Oh, look for a cart while you’re on your way. It’s not like I’m going to stay here forever.”

“I understand, I understand.”

The author seemed to have lost quite a bit of strength.

Like before, after speaking for a long time, I could see him taking a breath.

… Although somewhat unsatisfactory, the goal was achieved to some extent.

It seemed like the writer couldn’t do anything until the wound on his side healed.

After gathering my thoughts there, I just grabbed my bag and baton and went outside.

There was some kind of chaos outside.

The wall was a mess, as if someone had scratched it with a rake.

I have seen this description in novels.

Hunter.

A variant that is far more advantageous for hunting than other variants.

It can chase while alternating between bipedal and quadrupedal walking, and has razor-blade-like blades attached to its fingertips.

Did you say that if you hold your fingertips upright, the organ will protrude and cut people?

In addition, he had strong arms and strong teeth, so he was perfect for making rags out of survivors who had a little time to spare.

Now that I look at it, I think I roughly understand it. Writer: This bastard was clearly being chased by hunters.

So he must have been planning to approach me and manipulate me.

He must have tried to buy time for his body to recover and see to the end with me at the forefront.

“… ”

I didn’t wonder why I didn’t say it.

The author thought that if he told me that, I would show my teeth.

I saw it accurately. If anything happened, I was just going to upset it.

“Still, I’ll tell you… !”

I’ve never dealt with a hunter before.

Since he’s an early stage hunter, he won’t be that strong.

But what makes Hunter so threatening is his intelligence and numbers.

Thinking that if I made a mistake, I could end up ruined, I headed to a nearby bookstore.

Fortunately, I didn’t see any strong zombies while going to the bookstore.

It was at a level I could deal with, and I was able to light it on fire when the battle was over.

After disposing of the body and soothing my aching body, I went up to the bookstore.

There were few zombies in the bookstore. One zombie at the counter and two test taker zombies.

So, I easily knocked them both over and put some physics books for third-year high school students in my bag.

And immediately ran out of the bookstore.

I just went into the bookstore without even checking if there were zombies in the building.

If we spent more time and even a strange person appeared, we would be in real trouble.

“… ”

The large supermarket we entered again was truly spectacular.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought that all the food here, that is, all the food I could eat, was mine.

But I couldn’t stay too long now.

I was thinking of just picking up a few suitable foods and heading back.

Because I don’t know what other zombies have settled down here.

So, I carefully ran to where the food was displayed last time.

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like anyone came.

There didn’t seem to be any zombies, nor did there seem to be any survivors.

The mart was just as it was when I defeated the Spider King.

I happened to see homemade burgers as a suitable food, so I quickly put them in my bag.

While we were going, we also found carts in the supermarket warehouse.

They were green carts, and I thought it would be a good idea to connect them somehow.

I can’t stay here much longer anyway.

It also became a target for hunters, and to see the completion, you would have to move to where the main character is.

“Well, I’ll think about it later.”

For now, I thought it would be better to eat and rest.