Chapter 18: Surprise Attack.

“Ah. I am a talking zombie.”

“Soy sauce factory manager is Mr. Kang, and soybean paste factory m…”

“Hey, you, come over here!”

“Ggrrr?….”

“Wow… Is this really possible?”

I executed the cult fanatics and somehow reached level 40, and suddenly I started talking.

‘Status Window…’

[User Basic Information
Name: (Undecided) Gender: Female
Race: Zombie Classification: Screamer
User Stats (LV 40)
STR: 16 DEX: 27
CON: 16 INT: ???
LUK: 21 Bonus Stats: +7
Next Level… (4/210)
User Skills
Scratch – Swing your arm to attack a living creature.
Bite – Bite the designated target.
Evasion – Increases the probability of avoiding threats from the target.
Aggro – Attract aggro over a wide area and summon nearby zombies. (90%)
Lure – Can move around with nearby zombies. (20%)
Language – Speaks a language, which is impossible for ordinary zombies. (INT 70 or higher)]

Judging from the fact that I jumped from level 36 to level 40 in one day before the attack, it seems that I leveled up explosively while catching the fanatics…

Looking back, this game-like system has a bonus concept every 10n levels,

While a normal level up gives +1 additional stats, +3 additional bonuses are attached every 10 levels.

In addition, I gained the skill ‘Evasion’ at level 20, job changed to a special zombie at level 30,

Since the skill ‘Language’ appeared at level 40, there is a very high possibility that something like a new skill or 2nd job change will occur at level 50 as well.

What is most noteworthy is ‘Acquire new skills tailored to the user’s tendencies’,

Considering that the first skill I acquired, ‘Evasion’, was created at the time when I first encountered a survivor,

The process that had the greatest impact among the most recent events was taken into consideration, and I should say that a skill suitable for me was created.

In the process of dealing with the fanatics, there was some communication, though uncomfortable, while being treated as a Saint among the cult leader and believers…

The act of communication, which ordinary zombies could never do, had the greatest impact.

“Well, anyway, it’s nice to get away from the groaning sounds every day…”

Now I don’t have to pretend to be mute in front of other survivors anymore…

“No matter how much this appearance is… To hear this girl’s voice directly from my mouth…”

Honestly, I didn’t have to worry about my appearance if I didn’t look in the mirror, and the zombies around me didn’t react to me sexually.

But now that I can speak, a sense of self-loathing begins to overwhelm me as I have to live with this voice for the rest of my life.

“The f*ck…”

The world is really

“Fucked up.”

‘Flap~’

“Is this the only place left in this area?”

I’m unfolding the map on the jeep’s flat hood and checking the next destination.

According to the explanation, it’s a group that falls into the category of the most normal,

Compared to the warehouse looting gang or the cult fanatic gang that I’ve been through, they are behind in all aspects such as armament, personnel, and food situation, but it seems to be the only group where at least a minimum of humanity is maintained,

“If I go, will there be anything I can do?”

Most of them are composed of personnel who were kicked out of the existing warehouse gang, so they maintain a neutral relationship close to hostility with the warehouse gang,

They have a hostile and grudge relationship with the fanatic gang?

“Did the fanatics ask them to do some kind of human sacrifice? Well, those guys are capable of doing that…”

The personnel composition is that the orphanage director and the moderate leader of the old warehouse are in charge as co-leaders,

Including 5 children including teenagers, 2 elderly people, and even disabled people…

“The composition is a bit serious…”

The fighting or searching adult manpower is only 7 people including the leader…

It’s questionable how they survived with this combination.

The food situation and armament level are also extremely poor,

They make vegetable gardens by making the most of small sites such as rooftops and gardens, and barely search nearby marts and convenience stores…

Firearms include M1 carbines, police revolvers… The rest are just melee weapons…

Moreover, the location of the orphanage is near an apartment complex in the city center, so the zombie density is somewhat high.

Even if I just leave them alone, they’ll destroy themselves in no time.

“Now that I think about it, Rebecca, Yu-jeong, and So-jeong said they were going to the orphanage, right?”

It would be nice to visit them to check on their well-being after a long time.

By the way, it seems that pathetic people have gathered together and are barely surviving, so I can go and help them a little.

‘Clunk’

In the jeep’s back seat trunk, there are not many, but the spoils of war I brought from the church are loaded.

Most of the supplies could not be salvaged because the church, which was the main base building, was completely burned down by the fire, and the crops grown in the fields were all covered in blood and flesh, so they could not be taken, but

I brought 4 hens that the zombies couldn’t touch because they made the chicken coop so sturdy, a few shotguns that the armed personnel of the church had,

“Cluck cluck!”

Honestly, the biggest advantage I gained from punishing this fanatic gang was the experience for my growth rather than those material spoils of war, so I don’t have much attachment to it, but

It seems like it will be a very valuable item for survivors who are looking for long-term survival, so I have barely prepared it.

Originally, I was planning to find a somewhat friendly survivor group and use it for barter, but

It wouldn’t be bad to do good deeds sometimes.

‘Kakkakak…. Drrrrr!’

If the world, which is already harsh enough, becomes a land of death where no humanity remains, I feel like I’ll be a little sad.

‘Vroom!’

“I’m also getting tired of those messed up groups…”

“Ggrrr….”

“Krr….”

“It’s the first time I’m talking to you like this.”

The zombies that warmly welcomed me when I first opened my eyes.

The city center is always full of a tremendous number of zombies.

They react to the foreign car sound, but when the engine is turned off and I, a zombie, get off, the reaction fades again, which is the same.

I don’t know how big of a variable I, a being close to a mutant on this earth, will be to the zombies and the surviving survivors, but

“I’m still not used to this. Um, ah.. Kyaaaaaaa!!!!”

“Ggrrr!!!”

“Krr!!”

“Ugh!!”

I’m going to get stronger and survive by using everything I have.

[Next Level… (197/210)]

As expected, it’s a bonanza of experience points since it’s a city center teeming with zombies.

Even though it’s conditional, thanks to the skill that is no different from a cheat for gaining experience, I can steadily level up 1-2 levels a day like this.

Moreover, I found out while dealing with the fanatics last time that even if the zombies I summoned with Aggro kill the survivors,

I get a certain amount of experience, although it’s less than if I killed them directly. To summarize…

“Now I don’t have to go and kill them one by one.”

The zombies are happy to be provided with fresh food?, and I’m happy to safely earn experience points, so we both win-win, right?

“There’s no way there’s a crazy bastard who would come to steal a car in this zombie den, so I’ll have to walk from here.”

It’s good to gain experience, but now let’s get back to the main purpose.

The location of the orphanage is somewhere near the XX-dong apartment residential area, away from the city center.

It would be nice if there was a navigation system, but I have no choice but to be grateful that there is at least a map in a society where has collapsed.

“First, should I go up to the roof of the building to get a clear picture of the location here?”

I came up to the roof of the 7-story office building right next door.

The rooftop of the building is definitely open and pleasant compared to the ground in the city center teeming with zombies.

Taking advantage of the high altitude, it is easy to check far away from the current location, and it seems that it is possible to cross between buildings enough, as befits a densely populated city center.

“I think I put the compass around here…”

The towering apartment complex of 20-30 floors is clearly visible from here, but it is basic to mark the direction on the map in case of an emergency,

“Ah, it’s her…”

‘Rustle!’

I heard something passing quickly behind me.

‘Clunk!’

I quickly turned my gaze and checked behind me, and at the same time pulled out the K1A submachine gun I was carrying on my shoulder and pulled the charging handle.

Something clearly saw me and hid.

If it was a zombie, it would have definitely run at me without thinking… No, I’m a zombie too, so there would be no reaction, but in this case…

“I saw you hiding there, come out when I’m being nice.”

I was too short-sighted. Even in the middle of a city center teeming with zombies, a survivor might be hiding in a place with fewer zombies like the rooftop of a building…

The zombie density is at its highest, so it’s the worst as a residence, but if you think about it the other way around, there’s less chance that the action radius of other survivors or plunderers will overlap,

There are also many supplies that have not been looted because of the zombies, so it’s possible if a survivor who is good at parkour, around 1-2 people, is present.

“Last warning, come out.”

I put my finger on the trigger so that I could fire immediately and approached the entrance to the rooftop stairs, which was the only place he could hide, with the gun firmly shouldered.

‘Swish!’

“Huh? I.Is no one here?”

Clearly, the only place to hide on the rooftop, where there is nothing to hide, is here, but…

‘Whoosh!’

” ?!!…”

Before I could finish thinking, a shadow rushing down from above covered me and the gun in my hand was forcibly thrown away.

“Eek! You sh…”

The guy who knocked me backwards and climbed on top of me in an instant has left the submachine gun to far away to control.

“Ugh… Ugh, g.get away!”

I reached out my right hand towards the silver revolver protruding from my trouser pocket so that I could not resist, but

The guy’s face, which was already right in front of my face, was…

“Kaaa!!”