Even if It’s an Apocalypse, I Won’t Do Anything

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.