episode_0016

Mr. Cheon Deuk’s house was close and yet far.

It was close in terms of distance, but as expected, as soon as we got out of the alley, the roads on both sides were lined with obstacles called zombies.

The zombies spread out on both sides all had guilt flowing out of them. It may seem absurd to talk about guilt in walking corpses, but it actually happened.

Even though a lot of time had passed since the zombie outbreak, the clothes covering their bodies were still functioning properly.

The logos placed in prominent places seemed to claim that they were doing their best even for customers who were already dead.

Of course, if you ask me if I can take it off and wear it, I’d wave my hand. But I’d rather not get the rotten intestines edition or the kimchi soup edition.

“Uuuuu…”

“There weren’t this many zombies in front of my house…!”

Mr. Cheon Deuk seemed embarrassed, as his face turned pale as the zombies on both sides greeted him.

That’s why sociality is important. Well, if you own a fancy house in a wealthy neighborhood, you can clearly see what you were like during your school days.

‘Hey, I forgot my bus fare, can you lend me yours?’

‘Uh…uh…’

‘Thank you. I’ll pay you back later.’

They rip you off by the thousands of won or two thousand won under the pretext of bus fare.

‘I didn’t do my homework. Can you lend me your notebook?’

‘uh…’

‘Hey guys, I brought you this!’

Or the homework you finished by splitting your time ends up being handed out as a free distribution edition.

“I said I didn’t care about that. Just open the door!”

“Yes…!”

The situation was not conducive to further revisiting someone else’s past. I urged Cheon Deuk, who was momentarily flustered, and pushed him against the tightly closed door.

Plop!

The arrow I shot pierced the head of one of the zombies at the front. There was a sound of boiling blood as the creature fell to the ground.

A 70kg pursuer became a barricade of the same weight, blocking the steps of the guys who were chasing them.

It didn’t really matter. Unless our heads exploded and we were incapacitated or something, the zombies would just wake up and come after us to feast on our flesh.

“I can feel the creator’s malicious intent.”

I felt a little embarrassed by the sight that unfolded before me as I drew my bow to distract the zombies on the right while the zombies approaching from the left were delayed.

It was because a woman who should have easily surpassed an F-cup was approaching me in the lead, wearing only underwear, like a zombie.

Well, I’m not the type of person who would feel sexual desire looking at that…

The arrow that left my hand pierced the zombie’s head again, and I was able to hide the guy who was blatantly committing indecency under the feet of other zombies.

You have to be careful. You might get caught.

“When are you going to open it? I’m going to die like this. You didn’t forget the password or anything, did you?”

He’s a great doctor, so he wouldn’t forget something as simple as that. If he can’t open his own door in 10 seconds, he’s a cripple. What kind of person is that…?

Our popularity was renewed every second. Isn’t this how popular idols who perform guerrilla concerts are?

The distance between us and the zombies was less than fifteen steps, and the sight of them walking toward us with both hands outstretched, as if they wanted to quickly shake hands, was starting to burn my liver.

“That’s not it! The battery is low, so when I type in my password, it doesn’t recognize it sometimes…!”

“Then just turn it quickly until it works!”

I checked the remaining number of quivers hanging from my thigh. There were still about 17 left. It was not enough to clear out the zombies in front of me, but if I pulled at a rapid fire rate, it was enough to temporarily stop their advance.

Since it was not a situation where I could retrieve the arrows, I had to assume that I would have no arrows to use when I brought the old man’s daughter out.

It took a while, but I had no choice. I had to decide whether to bring him out or not after he was alive.

Her hands began to dance, pulling and pulling, pulling and pulling, leaping ceaselessly between her thighs and the strings, mechanically tearing at the air.

Every time a cold sound was heard, the zombies’ bodies fell flat on the ground without fail.

When one or two people fell, it was just a simple incident and only bought a few seconds, but when it started to exceed five, they started to fall in a chain reaction like a highway where a rear-end collision had occurred.

The zombies that were following behind tried to trample on the fallen zombies and climb over them. As he did so, the guys lined up next to him also did the same.

Come over. But it’ll be difficult.

I pulled the trigger while keeping my composure. My target was the guy standing on the corpse.

By the time my hand reached his thigh, the guy who had already completed his career as a Dullahan was already falling backwards.

Thank goodness this isn’t a fantasy world. You don’t have to change into a knight just because you lost a head.

“Keep it up!”

The screams that weren’t screams from the zombies erupted loudly along with a loud crashing sound.

It wasn’t something that came out of the headless guy’s mouth, it was something that came out of the mouths of the guys that fell down with him as he fell.

If someone simply steps on the ground and falls, a barricade of the same weight will appear, but if someone steps on the barricade and falls, it becomes a disaster of a whole other level.

A wall of corpses appeared in an instant, and not a single person climbed up the wall. Maybe after a while, it would be different. For a very short while, it seemed okay.

I looked at Cheon Deuk, wondering if he had finally succeeded in opening the door.

“ and…”

Perhaps because of the commotion behind him, his head turned without him realizing it. Cheon Deuk stopped fiddling with the door lock and instead looked at the barrier I had created, exclaiming in admiration.

“That won’t last long, right? If I had run around while you were doing that, it would have already opened.”

“Ah…! I’m sorry.”

The commotion beyond the wall of corpses died down. No more falling sounds could be heard, only the cries of those who had transformed from zombies to walls.

It wasn’t good. I felt my thigh.

What’s left is…

3 shots? This is driving me crazy.

“Is it far? Am I really going to die like this…?”

“Okay! Okay! ”

Tiring!

The sound we had been waiting for was heard, and the iron door that had been tightly shut was pushed back as if it were a lie. Cheon Deuk and I quickly went inside and immediately closed the door.

The door lock’s characteristic sensor detection sound rang several times. The lock will be activated soon.

A bloody sound was heard from beyond the iron gate. The sound of a box bursting. The stupid zombies must have tried to climb up the wall and then fell headfirst into the floor.

It may sound nice, but it was creepy to think that if the door hadn’t opened, we could have been one of the people making that sound.

“It was close.”

Of course, I didn’t show my true feelings. I pretended to be calm as if it was nothing, and I crossed Cheon Deuk’s garden as if it were my own home, holding the bow on my waist.

A glass window that allowed me to see inside clearly came into view.

A leather sofa that looked soft at first glance, and a shelf that took up one side of the wall were lined with high-end liquor bottles.

I want a bamboo spear.

“Can I come in here? I don’t really want to go back.”

“Ah! Yes! Of course. Wear the shoes as you like.”

I wanted to put on my shoes and go in, but the floorboards, which had lost none of their original elegance, although they were slightly dusty, blocked my will.

Shoes … I feel like I’m a dog when I go in …

As I was about to take my feet halfway out of the shoes I was wearing, Cheon Deuk, who had been following me, entered the living room with his shoes still on.

“…”

There was blood left in the shape of a shoe where Mr. Cheon Deuk had stepped. I tried to take my shoes off and go in, but I ended up looking ridiculous.

“Aren’t you coming? You’re going to leave right away anyway, with just your daughter. You can come in with your shoes on. It’s a house that’s going to be thrown away anyway.”

Is this the difference in mindset between the petit bourgeois and the rich?

I really want a bamboo spear.

*

“Hwaryeon, Park Hwaryeon!”

Cheon Deuk’s voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

Judging from the way she decided on a direction and went instead of searching around the house, it seemed that Cheon Deuk’s daughter had difficulty moving.

So, the reason he called out his daughter’s name while leaving seemed to be because he wanted to know if his daughter, who was left alone, was healthy enough to answer his call and if she was doing well.

‘♥Hwaryeon’s room♥’

As I opened the door with the brightly colored door sign, a room that looked like something out of a fantasy novel unfolded before my eyes.

On the pure white bed that looked like it was queen size, the person from the photo that Cheon Deuk had shown me some time ago was lying with a haggard complexion.

“Dad…”

“Hwaryeon…! Yes, it’s Daddy. Are you really late? I’m looking for Hwaryeon’s medicine and a new house to move into… I’m sorry I’m late.”

“It’s…okay… Dad, there’s blood… on you. Are you okay?”

“No, it’s not Dad’s blood. There are so many monsters outside that it just got on me. Dad, be healthy.”

It was not in my nature to interfere with the reunion of a father and daughter. I stood far away, leaned against the wall, and waited for the two to finish their reunion.

The two people who had been rubbing cheeks and touching each other’s hands for a while suddenly changed the atmosphere when one of them started putting on latex gloves in a reverent manner.

Cheon Deuk, whose hands had turned blue, took out a vial from his bosom, put the medicine into a syringe without hesitation, and injected it into Hwa Ryun.

Hwa-ryeon frowned as if Cheon-deuk’s injection was painful. After the injection, Cheon-deuk was busy rubbing a cotton ball on Hwa-ryeon’s arm and asking her if it hurt and if she felt strange.

“I think I’m getting better. Thank you, Dad. But…who is that kid?”

“Ah! So…!”

“…?”

This guy really… why can’t he just answer right there? Are you going to say something like, ‘I’m your father’s secret daughter’?

“I’m the one who brought your father here. And I’m not a kid. Don’t treat me like a kid. I’ll kill you.”

“Ah…ah! Yes…”

Hwa-ryeon seemed very intimidated by my momentum. Seeing this woman, who looked so sickly, do that, made me feel like I was the bad guy.

But isn’t it bad to call someone a brat when we first meet? Why do I feel like I’m the bad person?