Chapter 24: Broadcasting station.

It was six months after the apocalypse. Neither long nor too short, this period was enough for the normalized cities to collapse completely and the hastily built survival camps to disintegrate.

‘Chzzzz… Static… Click’

I turned off the radio, which was still only emitting static.

It was exactly 12 o’clock. I was half-given up since no emergency broadcasts, let alone civilian radio transmissions, could be picked up on any frequency, regardless of AM or FM.

“Grrr….”

“The baggage won’t be carried by me anyway, so there’s no need to throw it away.”

‘It was definitely a good idea to park the car elsewhere…’

The number of zombies and corpses strewn on the ground increased as I got closer to the broadcasting station.

Before leaving the orphanage, I asked about the last broadcast that was sent out,

Surprisingly, the military intervened in the early stages of the disaster and protected the broadcasting station, so the disaster emergency broadcast was continuously transmitted for quite a long time.

It was only a week before major supply lines such as electricity, water, and gas were cut off, and even though the city was completely paralyzed and turned into a lawless zone around the second week, the emergency broadcast continued to be transmitted for as long as 2 months.

Of course, there were limitations in the transmission of information because electricity and the internet were cut off, and satellites were virtually abandoned, but

It seems that it was thanks to the all-out mobilization of all available means, such as HAM amateur radio and TRS, and military TRC-521K within the broadcasting station base.

‘Holy sh*t…’

Those were the words that came out of my mouth when I arrived in front of the KBX broadcasting station, the center of the terrible site that had endured so much hardship.

“Ggrrr….”

“Grrr….”

“Ugh….”

A defensive line was formed encircling the broadcasting station building, and of course, it was all occupied by zombies, or rather, full of corpses.

“The first defensive line surrounding the outermost area was made up of vehicles and entry-restricted obstacles, which was so hastily put together it wasn’t even worth mentioning.

It was surrounded by all available vehicles in the vicinity, such as passenger cars, SUVs, and buses that were hastily requisitioned or abandoned without owners, and the gaps in between were filled with vehicle obstacles.

‘WhineWhine‘

All the windows of the vehicles were broken, the doors and vehicle frames were bent and hard to find their original shapes, and there were bullet marks everywhere.

The sounds of swarming flies and the dead zombie corpses hung everywhere under the vehicles, inside, and even on the roofs.

“It’s really a hellscape.”

I crossed the first defensive line through a part where the hood was completely crumpled, as if a tank had run over it, making a road.

“Ggrrr….”

“Ugh….”

The second defensive line was in a better condition, as it was made up of sandbags and blocks that were relatively densely configured.

I also saw two-and-a-half-ton trucks and a command armored vehicle that the soldiers would have used in the middle, but whether it was implying that this place had been penetrated as well, the barricade made of sandbags in the center had collapsed, and one truck was lying on its side.

“I wonder if there was a mutated species?”

It’s not the Porter 1-ton truck that we commonly know, but the deuce-and-a-half.

That massive deuce-and-a-half, made of solid steel and called 2 and 1/2 tons, was lying on its side.

Of course, the soldiers could never have done that, and it’s close to impossible to overturn that with just ordinary zombies.

The only answer is a mutated species after all…

‘Clunk, clunk…’

I looked over the K-3 light machine gun on the sandbag and the K-6 heavy machine gun mount on the deuce-and-a-half and armored vehicle in case, but as expected, the ammunition boxes were empty.

The only evidence was the brass-colored cartridges scattered haphazardly on the floor, forming a mountain.

“There’s nothing to salvage inside either.”

Of course, it’s been two months in modern warfare with supplies cut off.

It’s very likely that they used all the ammunition they had in order to stop the onrushing zombies.

My purpose was to get information rather than to arm myself in the first place, but I was still slightly hoping that there might be something to salvage,

“The barrels and everything are rusted and bent, so I can’t use them at all.”

Perhaps they shot without even having time to cool the barrels, the condition isn’t very good, and there’s no way the machine gun, which had been left outside for nearly 4 months, with rain and wind blowing, would be intact.

‘Thud’

“Krr….”

A zombie wearing a military uniform came out of the armored vehicle.

Looking at the rank insignia on his collar, he was a corporal… It seems that he was unable to retreat while fighting zombies until the end and met his death alone in the armored vehicle, isolated.

“Hmm….”

The armored vehicle’s fuel level is empty.

I was interested because I had experience driving an armored vehicle before, but thanks to that, I also know very well how much fuel a tracked vehicle like an armored vehicle guzzles.

Especially in this situation, I wouldn’t use a vehicle that shows extremely poor fuel efficiency even if you gave it to me.

“This is the last… Ugh….”

The last defensive line spread out in front of the broadcasting station’s main gate,

It’s a barricade that was built by mobilizing even the furniture that was inside the broadcasting station building because the sandbags were not enough.

Looking at the K-314 communication installation vehicle and the scattered antennas inside the barricade, which I had seen a few times during my military days, I can understand a little why these people were holed up outside the building until the very end.

But what really surprised me was the true hellgate that unfolded inside the barricade.

Perhaps a melee battle had taken place at the end of running out of bullets, all of the K-2 rifles scattered everywhere had bayonets attached,

The corpses presumed to be their owners, even unable to revive as zombies, were torn to pieces and disassembled to a level that was so difficult to describe.

I had seen several people being torn apart directly in front of me since I became a zombie, so I thought I was getting used to it,

But it seems that a slight sense of rejection still remained.

I took a moment of silence for the soldiers who fought bravely until the end and fell in battle, and finally entered the inside of the broadcasting station building.

“Ggrrr….”

“Ugh….”

The inside of the broadcasting station building being a mess wasn’t much different from the outside.

The traces of an attempt to build a makeshift barricade based on the information desk in the center of the 1st floor in order to stop the zombies who had invaded after the last defensive line outside the building had been penetrated remained, but they were all broken and scattered everywhere.

‘Thud’

“Huh?…”

A sign that was kicked by my foot among the corpses and countless cartridges scattered on the floor.

B1 – Underground Parking Lot, Main Building Restaurant
1 – Information Desk, Public Relations Office
2 – Viewer Center, Radio Live Broadcast Center
3 – TV Technical Bureau, Production Editing Room, Sound Design Room
4 – Performer’s Dressing Room/Waiting Room, Management Bureau
5 – Radio Technical Bureau, Voice Actor’s Room
6 – President’s Office, Executive Office, Secretary’s Office
7 – Audit Office, External Cooperation Bureau
8 – Heliport

It’s a wall-mounted floor guide sign that should be attached to the information desk.

It was also used to build a barricade since it’s quite large, so it’s stained with blood everywhere, and there’s even a crack vertically in the middle.

“If they broadcasted until the end, it would be the 5th floor, the Radio Technical Bureau, and the important information would probably be in places like the President’s Office or the Executive Office.”

I have to check all the other floors as well, since they were also used as residences for the soldiers, but for now, the places I’ll focus on looking around are the 5th and 6th floors.

But of course, before looking around…

“It’s still about getting experience points, um um… Kyaaaaaaa!!!!”

“Ggrrr!!!”

“Kaaa!!”

“Krr!!”

All the zombies that were wandering around scattered here and there began to gather.

Now I can search the upper floors more comfortably…

‘Thud’

‘Thud!’

‘Thud!!’

‘Thud!!!’

It reminded me of a game I used to play called Monstrum, a game about escaping from a giant ship while avoiding a monster.

Among them, there was a monster with one arm that was grotesquely muscular, called the Shoulder Gangster,

Except for the orange fire spewing from its eyes, it boasts a 99% sync rate with the guy in front of me…

“Krr!!!”

The guy who is presumed to be the cause of all this… the crumpled hood of the car, the overturned deuce-and-a-half, and the half-destroyed defensive line…

In other words, that monster appeared in front of me.

Um… so,

“H.Hello?…”