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What would you do if you were thrown into a zombie apocalypse?

And what if that moment is right after the apocalypse? Yes, like the beginning of one of those famous zombie movies.

On an eight-lane road filled with cars and a sidewalk filled with people in the heart of a city.

That is, if you open your eyes to a situation where blood is shed and a carnival is in progress.

How are you feeling?

Will you feel a thrill at being thrown into a situation you only imagined? Or will you cry out for help in putting yourself in this world as you face imminent doom?

As someone who is involved, I think it would be correct to say that I didn’t have time to think about it. In fact, I was like that, and everyone else around me was the same.

In addition, humans are creatures that are more true to their instincts than you might think, and as soon as they realize that their lives are in danger, they start running away with all their might.

“Get out of the way. Get out of the way!”

“Gyaaaahhh!!! Save me…Aaahhhh!”

“Honey!!!”

“Police, where’s the police! It’s a riot!!! Crack!!”

The streets that were once filled with ordinary people began to change into a party venue for cannibals in an instant, as if someone had dropped a reagent into litmus paper.

All I can do is move my fragile, tiny body as hard as I can to get a little further away from the source.

The effort was not in vain, as the space in which to move gradually increased.

Whyeee!

“Martial law is declared nationwide as of now. Citizens are requested to evacuate to their homes, designated shelters, or the nearest military unit.”

That’s great. I was thinking that if martial law were to break out, it would be the day when the pigs in the North would pretend to be crazy and fire missiles.

“Large-scale riots have been reported in major cities, so citizens in the city center are requested to evacuate from the area in an orderly manner. If evacuation is unavoidable, please wait in a safe place until military support arrives.”

“Haha, that’s crazy.”

Even in this emergency situation, it was clear that the higher-ups were busy taking refuge in safe bunkers without even properly assessing the situation.

The ones who are pitiful are the soldiers who have to follow orders from their superiors without fail, the ordinary citizens who are suppressed by martial law troops, and the zombies. And I, who was thrown into this chaos without knowing what was going on, will be the same.

If I had to prioritize among them, it would naturally be me first. I wasn’t the type of person to experience something like this in the first place.

I was reading a web novel on a holiday and then I turned on my computer to play a game, and I got thrown into a place like this. It’s really not that bad…

“Uwaaa…”

“Hey, get out of here!!”

It’s stupid, but would someone who’s already dead listen to such words? It’d be better to run away diligently at that time…

“Gyaaah!!!”

A strong arm restrained my wrist, which had been focused on running away for a long time. As if to punish me for just watching indifferently.

So I was forced between the zombie and the woman whose flesh was just about to be eaten by the zombie, and I ended up naturally taking on that role.

As for the role, it was, quite naturally, the role of being tasted.

Even when I did plays in kindergarten, I never got to play the role of food.

Isn’t this unfair?

In this urgent and desperate moment, what came to mind was dissatisfaction with the unfair world.

To begin with, I hadn’t opened my eyes in the body of a healthy, adult male, and if I had, I would have saved that woman from danger without a second thought and gone on my way.

But I opened my eyes to a girl’s body that made me wonder, ‘Can I even lift a 5kg dumbbell?’ So there’s no way that’s possible.

I think that just by being focused on saving one’s life without harming anyone, rather than shedding tears and putting those around them in trouble, isn’t that enough to do one’s part?

It would be more correct to see this as a result of civic consciousness that prefers to stay close to the bottom, rather than the intervention of a grand being such as causality or God.

The words to help the elderly, pregnant women, women and children seem meaningless, but I, a woman and a child, am in a position where I have to put those words into practice.

Oh, is that it? The negation of negation is affirmation. Maybe it’s because I, a female child, was excluded from there. No, is it because the content is male that it was excluded?

I’m getting sentimental.

But can I handle that? He looks like he’s about two heads taller than me. More importantly, he’s too close.

“Mi, I’m sorry!”

The woman who put me in danger apologized like that and then started running away without showing any interest in cleaning up the mess.

Yes yes, I am a girl, but I am a boy inside, so I don’t mind being caught by these zombies, so run away as much as you want.

It was really unfortunate that I couldn’t tell you.

The situation was too urgent to reprimand her. Her rough hands, as bloody as her teeth, began to bind my freedom, soiling the pure white blouse I was wearing.

In movies, zombies don’t always seem that strong, except for biting. Oh, maybe I’ve just watched too many movies.

Common sense tells us that with someone that big, even if he died and came back to life, his physical strength would not have improved.

“Eww!! Hey, help me!”

I forced the jaw of the man who was slamming his teeth into my neck and called out for help. I wondered if I could reach anyone who could save me amidst the sirens, horns, and screams blaring from all directions.

“Help me! Gyaaah!”

As if my worries were right, just as my screams burst out, another woman’s throat-rending screams drowned out my pleas for help.

Since I didn’t expect it anyway, let’s not be disappointed. After all, this isn’t the world we used to live in. The Republic of Korea that I know isn’t a place filled with people with such colorful hair colors.

Moreover, if I were to be eaten by zombies and die like this, I might wake up in my usual room as if I was sleeping.

After thinking about it again, I thought it would be more profitable to bet that the same phenomenon I predicted would happen again and close my eyes comfortably, rather than throwing my all into a desperate attempt to save my life.

As soon as I put that thought into action and slowly released the strength in my hand, my body fell to the floor due to the inertia of the zombie that was busy pushing in.

Thanks to that, I was able to see my hair color, which I hadn’t noticed because I was too busy running away.

Luckily, I was able to confirm that I was maintaining the standards of a very normal Asian person who did not belong in that crowd of people with colorful hair.

Rather, this kind of black hair is unique among the colorful heads. There’s a reason why ManXBlack became popular. There’s something touching about black hair.

It seemed that I and the zombie, who had been rolling around on the floor in a mess, would soon have a rendezvous with solid limestone and flesh.

I had given up resisting, and the guy was exploding with hunger at the prey in his hands and was doing everything he could to tear at the flesh.

Oh, it must hurt a little, right?

Let’s prepare ourselves mentally as if we were waiting for the nurse to give us a shot, and let’s bite. It will hurt less then.

Everyone, I’ll go first. Please work hard in this shitty world. I honestly want to live, but I don’t want to live in such a difficult way.

You guys weren’t going to save me in the first place. Civic consciousness? You’ve already thrown all that stuff to the ground. I don’t care what happens to you.

Kwajik!

“Ugh.”

I closed my eyes tightly as I listened to the sound of the meat being eaten. I thought to myself that this is what it sounds like when you have your flesh being eaten, and that it didn’t hurt as much as I thought.

I just waited for the strange fate to quickly put an end to it.

“Are you okay?”

I heard a voice. Hearing things, I knew my life was going to end soon. Oh, I heard a new version of DiXX is coming out soon. When I wake up, I have to go to the store and pre-order it right away.

“Did you faint… Well. Tsk.”

I felt a sense of floating. I wondered if this was what astral projection was like, so I opened my eyes, which I had closed, just to see the sight.

As I opened my eyes, the pungent smell of sweat, the pungent smell of blood, and heavy breathing greeted me.

I could realize that the owner of those three smells was one person, and that the person who owned them was escaping the chaos while surrounding me.

“Why did you save me?”

My voice became sharp without me realizing it. Letting go of everything required more mental strength than I thought, and being pulled back into reality when I was ready to rest was never a pleasant feeling.

“Hey! Are you awake?”

“Why did you save me?”

Hearing the soft voice asking about my well-being, I couldn’t help but feel more alert.

In this apocalyptic situation, it’s obvious that the person who saves the girl who no one else will save is either a person with a hero mentality or a pedophile.

“I can’t say thank you… but anyway, since I’m bothering you, stay still until I get out.”

As I watched the man boldly declare that he would kidnap me during the confusion, I decided to just carry him for a while and then run away when I got the chance.