A short story about survival from zombies.

'Running out of supplies...' is a big problem for people trying to survive the global zombie outbreak. Decha himself is experiencing this problem as well.

“What now?” he cursed under his breath in front of a cabinet in the kitchen of his cheap, rundown condo.

Even though it's already very worn out However, it was still strong enough to survive more than two weeks when the doors and windows were properly bolted. Room area size 5

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meters became a few safe zones. that remains

Decha walked back and sat on the old cream-colored sofa across from the kitchen... It's not really a kitchen. Just a narrow storage cabinet with a sink attached to the top.

Light shone dimly through the balcony door curtains and windows. The atmosphere in the room was rather gloomy.

He glanced to his right. Five foot bed The bedsheet was crumpled. Pillows and blankets are placed in a mess. There was a metal baseball bat that he hugged as a pillow and a one foot kitchen knife lying motionless at the head of the bed. His heart trembled as he thought of the time it would take to service these two pieces of equipment.

He then looked to his left at the exit door made of fine wood. There is a peephole to keep an eye on 'problems' outside the room, and there is also a steel cage door outside on another level. He sat and stared at the door for a while, his brows furrowed until they were almost touching. Sweat began to seep out of his short, cropped hair.

He got up and took a quick step. Go open the storage cabinet under the sink again. To make sure he didn't have any supplies left besides the last packet of instant noodles. He soaks water in a bowl and waits for the noodles to be ready to eat.

Decha frowned harder than before. When you found out it was true He wasn't hallucinating himself. He had no food and opened the small refrigerator (which was no longer cold). Because the electricity was cut off on the third day), three-cube size, placed next to the sink. Inside there was only half a 1.5 liter bottle of water left. He closed the refrigerator, walked half a step to the right and pushed the bathroom door.

Looking at the water used in a 200 liter tank. The place he normally uses for bathing, and... yes, it was almost gone as well. The young man walked back around and plopped down on the sofa. While thinking about the possibilities

He was a pure Thai man with honey-colored skin, 27 years old, about 170 centimeters tall, and weighing as much as he weighed before the outbreak. He weighed about 75 kilograms. With this kind of physique, if he were to survive for another two and a half months, he would definitely need enormous supplies. Any other

He aims to stay for three months from the date of the outbreak because of the radio he listens to. The government asks for approximately It took a few months to assemble an army of soldiers and police and clear out the zombies. Starting from the eastern base all the way to Bangkok, this condo is almost on the outskirts of Bangkok.

Somewhere along the way to Chachoengsao, even three months should lead to someone coming to help him.

Even though it seemed like a dream to wait for someone to come help in this hellish situation, it turned out to be the only hope that supported Decha's thoughts. Don't let yourself lose your mind and hang yourself until you know it from the early days of the outbreak.

He began to collect himself. Grab a bowl of instant noodles soaked in water and eat. While planning to go find supplies in various rooms of the condo, his room was on the 5th floor out of a total of 12 floors. Each floor had approximately 20 rooms. There were two entrances to the condo:

The entrance on the first floor had already been closed by two timid guards who had tied chains between the glass door handles on both sides. Still, I don't know where they got the strength to lift the information counter and block it again. Including tables and chairs piled up together.

But alas... the two of them were bitten by people in the building who had turned into zombies. Because of this incident, he had to rush back to hide in his room and never go out again.

The other entrance is at the underground parking level. Both the exit and entrance ramps, in addition to the old barriers, have cement at the ends that need to be raised and lowered by hand. There were also rolling steel doors used for factory gates attached, both of which were closed before the front door.

Even though it wasn't sealed to the point where there was no way in, there was still a gap along the edge of the side wall and the walkway above to let light in. but along the entire edge There will be potted plants almost half waist high and bougainvillea trees trimmed into strange bushes to cover them. It's enough to give me some peace of mind.

and the entrance from the underground parking lot Entering the building, there are still two floors: the outermost layer is a half-glass, half-aluminum door with an internal lock and the other is a wooden door with a door closing helper (

Door Closer)

Stick it on.

But until then... If you go down to the bottom, you'll have a better chance of finding a stump than if you go up to the top.

The young man got up and took the bowl he had finished eating and took a cloth soaked in water to wipe it and covered it as before. The problem of the cleanliness of the container was not in his mind. Decha looked at the clock on the wall. It was only half-past nine today, so he had plenty of time to go out and get more supplies.

He changed his clothes in the closet next to his bed. As he picked out a shirt, he suddenly saw himself in the mirror. He probably didn't weigh 75 kilograms because the image of the mirror reflecting in the young man's eyes showed how much his cheeks had softened and his eyes were deep. Blackened load His short, black, skinhead-style hair began to grow thicker and his beard began to grow unruly on his face.

He took off his shirt and inspected the muscles that he once had in abundance, which were now clearly weakened as he did not dare to exercise at all because of the supply problems and the sound that was even slightly loud. Want to risk a horde of hungry zombies knocking on your door?

Decha chose dark blue jeans to replace with shorts and wore a black t-shirt with a screen printed Erawan waterfall pattern. Then covered it with the plain brown leather jacket that he usually wore when riding his motorcycle to work and Wear a half-face helmet. There was no windshield, it was a dirty green color. Normally, he only used it when riding his motorcycle to go buy things nearby, but going outside this time he wanted the safety of his head just as much as riding a motorcycle. On the road, he finished by covering his mouth and nose with the green mask he bought when he had a cold. He didn't know if zombie blood would splash into his mouth or not.

Dressed up in an outfit that in normal times would be quite funny, Decha felt safe as if he was wearing a full warrior outfit. He picked up the knife at the head of the bed and put it in the paper sheath he had previously made and tucked it into the right side of his waist with both hands. Tighten the metal baseball bat. Take a few swishes of air to firm up, then walk towards the exit door.

He bent down slightly to look into the peephole.

“Puk”

His helmet hit the door. Decha was shocked. If he had bent over any faster, the tip of his helmet would have slammed on the door with a loud noise. He immediately took off his helmet.

“You can't wear it,” he muttered. Even though he had tried to speak as little as possible since he had hidden away in his room, now that he could speak or swear, it would reduce the stress.

“Again, let's go.”

After placing the helmet that was almost acting as a bell on the ground and encouraging himself gently, he pressed his face against the door again. The scenery outside was dim. The building plan is designed simply. The walkway is about 3 meters wide and the doors to the opposite rooms are opposite each other in case anyone wants to open the front and back doors to let in the breeze.

so as not to lose privacy

His room was third from the right. Counting from the stairs going up Further to the left, another 7-8 rooms, there will be a door leading down to the fire escape. Every foot resting point on the stairs The wall will use 8 panels of glass bricks.

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Cube to serve as a point to receive light outside, as for light from various floors. It will come from square holes cut into the left and right sides of the building, which obviously doesn't have enough light. With no light from the neon tubes, Decha could only see the right side closest to the point of light, while the left side could only see a dim light. Can't capture the details, but at least he didn't see any movement.

Something unusual was noticed in front of the room.

“Alright,” he took a deep breath, bent over and put on his Converse sneakers. He slowly reached out and undid the chain and latch on the door. He thought he would try exploring the fifth floor first. He won't break into the room to make a loud noise and will slowly see if there are any rooms that don't have their doors locked. Because when there was a zombie attack in the building, most people in the condo probably didn't get back up in time...

After unlocking the lock on the wooden door inside the dacha, open the door by pulling it towards you. Then he unlatched the iron door in front and slowly pushed it out. There was a soft creaking and creaking sound. Because he hadn't oiled the door in a long time, he could only hope that it wouldn't make a loud noise until it affected his sense of hearing. None of the zombies wanted to jump back into the room the moment the door was opened.

After pushing the iron door out He looked left and right and slowly closed the wooden door behind him, not locking any locks. As for the iron door, he left it open like that. Right now he wasn't afraid of people sneaking into the room and stealing things, but the young man was more afraid of himself not being able to run back in in time.

The atmosphere outside was not as gloomy as seen through the peephole behind the room door. Instead, it was probably a little brighter than his room.

Decha immediately proceeded to inspect the room as planned. He looked at the iron doors of each room. Explore the left side of the path slowly.

More than half of the rooms were locked from the outside. Locked with a padlock As for the room that doesn't have a padlock, it's locked from the inside. It's near the last room.

'Isn't there any room?' he thought hopelessly to himself, and suddenly

“Grrr…”

Decha rushed forward, leaning against the wall on the left. The sound came from the front left-hand room, the last room..it couldn't be wrong! A soft rattle and rattling sound.

'Oh my god, is it a human or a zombie!'

The young man's eyes narrowed in the direction of the room where the sound came from, both hands holding the baseball bat began to tremble. Drenched in sweat

He tried very hard to lift both legs forward as the voice he heard, even though deep in his heart, was screaming for him to turn around and run back into the room and bolt.

Finally, out of deep curiosity or courage. Or whatever it was, Decha stepped out and found the door that made the sound.

The iron door wasn't locked, it was slightly ajar. But the wooden door was closed. He held out his sweaty left hand.

Decha tried to restrain himself from shaking his hands. Slowly pushing the iron door out, he was a little glad that the iron door didn't creak like his room did. When he was able to push the iron door out of the way, the young man took a deep breath to stop himself from shaking, which was not very effective. Then his left hand moved to the doorknob and twisted.

'The door isn't locked!' he thought.

Then, due to inexperience or fear, one cannot know.

Decha twisted the knob and pushed the door in with all his might. He himself jumped to stand three or four steps away from the entrance, turned into the room, both hands holding a baseball bat, cocking it, preparing to hit with all his might.

Less than a second later The smell was like something rotten and made me nauseous. He ran into Decha's nose, but not before each nerve ending in the nasal cavity began to function. His eyesight overtook every nerve. Translating the image in front of him, it instantly entered the young man's brain.

A middle-aged bald-headed zombie turned his head and looked into his eyes. He roared and rushed towards the victim. In his sight, lymph and pus flowed all over his body. I didn't know that the middle-aged bald man was fat. Or is it swollen with lymph from 'rotting'?

Decha's instincts were acute. There's no time for trash. I don't know when both of their hands stopped shaking, and they also came together to hit the metal baseball bat in their hands with all their might.

The moment of the collision occurred exactly as the bald-headed zombie burst out. A baseball bat was hit halfway in the mouth and half in the nose. The middle-aged zombie fell backwards. The feet flew up from the force of the collision. Blood, pus, and lymph spread out in all directions. But with the force of the jump, it still rolled until its toes collided with the opposite wall.

Decha doesn't care about anything. My ears are ringing and my eyes are dizzy. He acted purely on instinct. When zombies are lying nearby Suddenly, at his feet, a baseball bat was raised above his head and it slammed down onto the bald head's skull. The bald zombie didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been minutes, or it could have been seconds.

Decha began to feel himself looking at the zombie's messy body. Stepping back The hand holding the baseball bat suddenly ran out of strength and the bat suddenly fell to the side. Both legs protested. Unable to bear his own weight

He sat down, feeling nauseated. The instant noodles he ate shot up into his mouth. He didn't even have time to remove the gag. He was covered in blood, zombie pus, and his mouth, throat, and front of his shirt were covered in his own vomit.

After a while, he tried to regain his composure and tried to stand up. The young man told himself that there might be more to come. We are not yet safe. Get up now.

Decha consoled himself, grabbed his partner's baseball bat and pushed himself up. His hearing senses began to return, along with his sense of smell. He removed the gag and threw it aside. The middle zombie corpse was so messed up that it couldn't be used.

Suddenly he heard a roar. The sound of movement, the feeling of heavy footsteps He decided to take refuge in the middle-aged zombie's room, closing the iron door and locking it, and closing the wooden door.

Inside the room, things were scattered and there was a pool of blood. Small piles of pus and lymph. It was on the floor where the middle-aged zombie was probably standing before he came to greet him.

Inside the room, the proportions were similar to his room in almost everything, except there were one more window than his room because it was the room at the far end where he could look left and right. Walked in and looked at the bathroom with the door open. It was empty, were there no living things? any inanimate thing In the room again In this room, there was no sofa, but instead there was a table similar to a desk and a wooden chair without a backrest with a few things placed on it.

Decha hasn't started exploring yet, he wants safety first. The young man slowly Walk through the door again. Looking through the peephole, the hairs on his body stood on end when he saw the scene outside the room.

Three zombies with decomposed bodies were no different from middle-aged male zombies. Moreover, some of them had torn wounds and dried blood, and their armor was more crusty than the owner of the room they had hit. And if the light was dim, It didn't cause Decha to hallucinate, he thought there was one with a tattooed intestine outside as well.

The young man suppressed his nausea and disgust, fearing that the sound of his vomiting would arouse the attention of the zombies outside the room. They couldn't seem to find the source of the sound, so they walked slowly, dragging their legs, making clanking noises according to the story.

Decha slowly backed up. He probably wouldn't be able to go outside until the people in front of the room went somewhere else. He must have found something that could be used in this room.

Decha managed to take off his messy brown leather jacket. Since it is made of leather, it is easy to clean. He used a rag in the room to moisten water from a bucket in the bathroom. Even though there was more water left than in his room, the tank probably hadn't been washed in a long time. This causes algae to grow everywhere after cleaning the jacket.

Decha tries to find another pair of pants in his closet but suspects that the middle-aged zombie is really fat. Because all the pants in the closet were bigger than his waist.

'Can't help it'

He thought to himself a little sadly. Taking off his pants, he wiped some of them and dried them. He took some elastic pants from the closet and put them on for a while. Next, the young man began to walk around the room looking for something to eat, which he only found. Two packets of instant noodles, three cans of canned fish, the only thing that was heavier was the little drinking water left.

Less than half a 1.5 liter bottle remaining.

'Well, it's better than nothing,' he thought to himself as he downed water to relieve his exhaustion when he found what he wanted. and wipe your face and eyes The next step is to survey the room to see if there is anything else that could be used.

He hopes to find a working communication device. Or even a flashlight would be good, but the owner of the room who was sleeping outside made Decha disappointed.

He has nothing useful at all!

Just as he was about to give up, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something on a small desk. Without waiting, Decha walked quickly over to inspect the things on the desk.

'A pile of wires, a music player, a mobile phone, note paper, a pen, an empty medicine box. It's really useless,' Decha thought angrily.

He hid in despair from a room. Just to give up hope in another room?

The young man thought as he picked up the phone and turned it on. with the hope that it might still have a battery but

'There's not a ghost left!'

He gripped his cell phone so tightly that his hands were shaking. Inside, his heart began to fill with all kinds of emotions, all sorts of things popping up in his head, he internally scolded himself for not having prepared the necessary things in his backpack and carrying them with him, the note paper that had been covered by his mobile phone in the first place. When the phone is lifted, the folded paper opens slightly, showing that there is a message inside.

Decha suppressed his emotions and immediately picked up the message and opened it to read.

'Give it to Wirat, room 514, record every word'

The handwriting is gloomy. Just stating this makes Decha even more dizzy.

'Wirat room 514, who is this recording... What record? How can you call it a record just like this?' I thought about it and realized that the music player on the table could record audio. As for the pile of wires at first, they were actually tangled headphones.

Without waiting, the young man picked up the headphones and unfolded them. Plug it into the player. Stick the headphones in one ear and immediately press play.

"……..Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Miss Win!..." The voice was deafening. along with a man's voice. If the middle-aged man outside was 'Uncle Wen', the speaker would probably not be much different from Decha's age.

“Okay, press it and turn on the mobile speaker. Then turn on the voice memo. Is that all?” a hoarse voice replied.

“Yes, Auntie, that's it, I've muted the other speakers. As soon as you finish recording, hurry and take it to Wirat, room 514. He forgot his phone with me!" The deep voice on the young man's side became clearer. He should probably have found a quiet corner to sit and talk.

"Come on, Jess," Auntie Win said.

“Okay. Now listen, Rach. Right now I'm in the CCTV room on the second floor. I see every angle Every floor in this building The people on the upper floors, from the 8th floor and up, were so scared that they had poop in their brains! They sealed off the fire escape and put things in the way of the normal stairs.” Jess' voice was clearly annoyed.

“But that's okay. Even though the zombies in the building are starting to increase downstairs, we still have a chance.” The young man with a deep voice stopped and thought.

"Right now... in the underground parking lot, there's a military truck that came to deliver supplies this morning. It's parked right next to the building's entrance with a key inserted in it." Jess began to explain the plan. But Auntie Win strongly disagreed.

“Hey! Jes, if you steal a military vehicle, you'll get shot all over it." Aunty Win used a hoarse voice to scold Jess.

“Oh, Auntie Win... Where are the soldiers coming to shoot? They've finished with all the zombies. I can see it in your eyes,” Jess exclaimed. “And don't interrupt!”

“Continue, Ratch, your duty is Taking Uncle Yun down the emergency stairs, don't forget your heart disease medicine! Then go down and lure the zombies on the second floor where I live and have them go through the normal stairs. At this time, someone from the third floor started blocking the normal stairway, so the third floor was very open. There aren't any zombies.

But there was no one to close the door to the emergency staircase. As soon as zombies started showing up from the normal staircase, they shouted loudly. These bastards all fled back into the room.” Jess began to tell the story in stages.

“So, Ratchan left the emergency stairs on the third floor. run and make noise Or do anything to lure the zombies on the second floor to rush in. And at this moment, she came running back. As for me, I had the right moment. will run in the opposite direction from the camera room Go to the emergency staircase...clack.."

Decha pressed the stop button and slowly absorbed the unexpected information.

It seems that this young man with a deep voice named Jess is trying to make a plan for his friend, Mr. Wiratni, to bring Auntie Win or the middle-aged man zombie who was beaten by him just moments ago to help lure the zombies away. Then they fled together in a military supply car.

Then why is Zombie Auntie Win here? Also, the recording tape Including note paper is here? If this plan were to be carried out, all the equipment would have gone to room 514, including Aunt Yun herself. There wouldn't be a need to be a zombie in this room.

Wait?

Mr. Jess tried to remind Mr. Wirat not to forget Aunt Win's heart disease medicine. Is it possible that after making an appointment to discuss the plan? Uncle Yun suddenly had a heart attack again?

The empty medicine box on the table was probably what caused Uncle Yun to end her life and turn into a zombie before taking 'Record the plan' all of this to Wirat in room 514. Mr. Wirat himself never knew that his dark-voiced friend had a plan for him to go down and save his life and then escape together.

If that's true Mr. Jes probably wouldn't have survived from the floor. 2 Because the CCTV room probably doesn't have supplies. It would be difficult to escape on your own, if I remember correctly. CCTV room It's in the middle of the second floor, just in case you have to escape through dozens of zombies. On the narrow road of about three and a half meters, reaching the emergency exit would not have been possible, even if Mr. Jess was lucky enough to grab the soldier's gun.

So this might be a good opportunity. That he will be the one to carry out the plan that Mr. Jess laid out and escape with a military supply truck!

When the idea was completely crystallized, Decha pressed the play button on the tape recorder. to store additional information immediately

“And after that When we got to the lobby on the first floor, we used the same method: making loud noises. We can throw anything that can break. Or there is a loud noise in the opposite direction,” Jess explains further.

“Then the three of us ran straight towards the door leading down to the parking floor. That plan might sound a bit stupid. But I say 5 meters from the emergency door. Go find the door to the basement. I think this plan is enough.”

Jess's voice trailed off. Decha pressed the stop button again. I also missed out on Jess's plan.

'This might actually work,' he thought.

Because he himself didn't have to run to the 3rd floor to make a noise to save Jess, he could dive down to the 1st floor, throwing things to attract attention to the opposite side. Open the door to the basement and quickly get on the dining car.

Right now, he just had to think of a plan to avoid the three zombies in front of the room and get to the emergency exit. Another good thing was that This room is the room on the far left side, the front door and the emergency exit door are only moments apart.

The young man began to have more and more hope. He had forgotten the fear and disgust he had felt when he swung the baseball bat at Uncle Yun, and his heart was now racing.

Decha looked at the alarm clock that could be bought at the flea market on Aunty Win's bedside table. Found that now is the time Ten forty-five minutes is plenty of time. to go down and get the car Then drove to the Eastern Rescue Center. He was able to get there before nightfall!

Decha took off his headphones and put the voice recorder on the table. He changed back to jeans and put on a brown leather jacket, zipped it up completely, grabbed a knife and stuck it in his waist. Then he walked back and stuffed the recorder into his left jacket pocket along with a pile of headphone cables, his right hand holding his trusty baseball bat.

Decha then opened Auntie Yun's closet and took out a small backpack in the closet. He gathered water and instant noodles and the remaining canned fish. Take an empty bottle and fill another bucket with water, then roll it all up in a blanket on the bed. Then I stuffed it into my backpack. So that there won't be a rustling sound when a plastic bottle or package of instant noodles hits something.

When the young man prepared He picked up the bedside alarm clock and stuffed it into his bag. He planned to use it to attract the attention of the zombies in the lobby below and the three hellholes in the front room. He hoped the porcelain bowl in the landlord's pantry would help.

It was almost eleven o'clock and Decha rolled his eyes through the peephole in front of the door and noticed three zombies outside.

The one closest to the door was a man wearing a long-sleeved shirt. His slacks and skinny leather shoes were all covered in blood. He couldn't guess the age of this zombie because his face was so badly damaged, it looked like one of his eyes was missing.

This next one was a large male. Wearing shorts and a plain t-shirt, Decha felt familiar that he had seen this man before but wasn't entirely sure because his facial features were almost no different from the first one. Just this one, the eyeballs are all there.

The last one with the intestines waving back and forth outside was a female, her gray dress was stained with blood, her hair was long and messy, covering her face, her stomach was almost hollow, her internal organs seemed to be only the intestines that were waving back and forth.

Deja waited for them all to turn in another direction. He slowly unlocked the wooden door and opened it, inserting his left hand holding a porcelain bowl through the steel door gap below.

He raised his head and threw it in the direction opposite the emergency door with as much force as the space allowed.

The porcelain bowl whizzed and hit the floor. The sound exploded loudly, three hellish zombies immediately jumped up at the sound and shouted loudly.

Decha had the moment to pull the wooden door, loosen the latch on the steel door, push the door, take the body towards the emergency exit door, and quickly step over 'Uncle Win'.

But alas… the emergency gate was not much maintained.

When Decha pushed the door as hard as he could.

“Creak!”

A loud noise shook the world. Distraught, the young man slipped in and quickly closed the door, looking through the small square glass window. Stuck at the emergency door, the sight he saw nearly knocked him unconscious.

Three zombies rushed down the narrow corridor. In an all-out way, no one will give in. The target is the young man's raw meat. They saw him!

Decha turned around and ran down the bottom staircase. He was only halfway down the floor. The door above made a loud bang and a loud creak. The smell of putrid odors filled his nose. They can come in now.

A female zombie drags her guts. I don't know if it was because it was smaller than the other zombies or because it was lighter because it didn't have to carry internal organs. It launched itself through the gap in the railing without wasting any time running.

Decha had only a few stairs left to go down to the 4th floor, but he was slammed into the ground, causing his baseball bat to fall out of his hand. A young man hit his head on the wall, was covered in blood, and then fell in front of the emergency door on the 4th floor. With zombies dragging their guts

Decha's bag had been grabbed since he charged. But luck in bad luck, old bag shoulder strap Not that durable It was torn off and the zombie dragged its guts along with it, which resulted in at least some distance between Decha and the zombie dragging its guts.

“How did it come here?” Decha cursed, using his arms to lift himself up.

The young man was now so angry that he fainted. He had hope, but these three bastards stood in the way.

He definitely wouldn't die here!

Decha raised his knees at the same time. With zombies dragging their guts and jumping again.

He leaned with his back against the wall. Lifting his Converse-covered left foot to his right shoulder, the zombie's thrusting force caused his back to press against the wall. The left leg that had been supported was bent down by the force of the blow, and the zombie's mouth was barely an inch away from his neck!

Without saying a word, Decha's left hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back, his right hand grabbed a kitchen knife that was wearing a one foot long paper sheath from his waist.

He immediately stabbed it into its left eye socket. Don't even pull the sleeve off!

Sure enough, the knife went through the paper sheath. into the left eye socket Penetrating into his nerve center, the paper sheath crumpled under the force of the insertion. It became like a crumpled knife.

Zombie drags his guts. The force of the fall was immediate, like a doll's string breaking when there was no resistance from Decha's left foot covering the Converse. Immediately overcoming the force of the blow, the body of a zombie dragged its guts and fell backwards with a knife stuck in its left eye socket.

If the event happened quickly, the remaining two zombies were faster.

Just as Dasha was getting up, the remaining two zombies rushed down, hoping to grab him in the mouth instead of his friend who had no chance just now.

The young man didn't have time to get up yet and had to take cover again. He was now unarmed. The baseball bat had gone somewhere and the knife was already in the other's left eye socket.

The two hell bastards slammed into the fourth wall, while Decha could do nothing but soar down. He hopes to find a weapon.

He stepped halfway down the floor and saw it. At the third floor door His metal baseball bat was lying there!

Decha even went so far as to imitate a zombie dragging his guts. Without wasting a step, he dashed through the gap in the railing. Now he only needed his weapon as the two zombies descended the stairs. Decha was already rolling in front of the emergency door on the third floor.

The adrenaline that was flowing out of him made him feel no pain even though his blood was rushing down his head. The little finger and ring finger of the left hand are at an odd angle and the left shoulder feels a bit rough. But his survival instincts were shouting orders. The injury suddenly became minor.

He quickly sketched out a plan in his head and waved his hand gently. towards the two zombies. It means that

'Come in!'

As if the skinny guy was angrier than his friend, he soared and overtook the large zombie. His jaw opened wide and he wanted to bite Decha's neck and make him feel irritated.

Decha smiled mysteriously. His left hand, with three usable fingers, ripped the emergency door open wide, while his right hand swung a baseball bat at the skinny zombie's ribcage with a loud thud.

It bounced slightly and slammed against the door, then immediately fell and shot its head into the third-floor corridor.

Decha swung his hand to close the door, but it didn't close quickly enough. The young man turned to face the closing door and raised his right foot to add more force according to the physics rules.

"Crom!"

The sound of the door closing was like a stimulus.

The large zombie decided to jump down and bite the young man while he was still turning to 'close the door'.

Decha, on the other hand, only bent his body to avoid the bite of the large zombie. When its body moved to a suitable position above Decha's body, he used his right shoulder to lift his body and send force down the water in the direction of his dive. This caused the large zombie to turn around ninety degrees and fall down neck bone first.

"Grob"

The sound of bones breaking was followed by the sound of a large zombie's body hitting the ground with a dull sound.

Decha then used the same method to attack 'Uncle Win' when she was lying at his feet.

His trusty baseball bat raised high and then slammed down with a loud sound! With a loud noise, the large zombie was defeated and followed by another zombie dragging its guts.

As for the skinny one-eyed guy, he successfully used his force to force the door open, but the door was only able to open a little. Because it is stuck in the body of a large zombie.

It tried to crawl and insert itself out, but Decha was already too lazy to wait.

He drags the bat on the ground, twisting his waist and using his left palm to push the tip of the bat towards himself before impact to increase the momentum at the final moment.

"Pooh!"

The sound was as loud as the big one at the tip of a metal baseball bat. It hit the middle of the thin man's eyebrows. The remaining eyeball slowly rolled out of its socket and reluctantly followed his friend.

After the battle, silence began to fall. Decha walked back up and picked up a nearby bag. The zombie's corpse dragged its intestines as he slowly walked back down.

From the sound of fighting It made him realize that the sound from inside the emergency road probably wouldn't leak much outside. And there probably weren't any zombies on the emergency route, or else they would have gathered to greet him since the young man had fought with those three hellish creatures.

Decha walked calmly. He knew that after a while the adrenaline wore off and the pain was sure to come. But now the young man didn't care, he only wanted to jump into the supply truck and take a long drive. to the Eastern Refuge Center Now he had to carry out his plan.

The watch in my pocket tells me the time is approaching. At half-past eleven he stood in front of the first-floor emergency exit door on the hand crank. The alarm time had already gone to eleven-thirty. He wrapped a blanket around the watch, although it would make the sound quieter, he said it would be better if he threw it and it shattered into pieces.

Decha counted down in his mind when there were about five seconds left. He opened the door. Throw the watch with full force in the opposite direction as it floats in the air. The alarm clock vibrated loudly.

A long, ear-splitting sound caught the attention of zombies all over the first floor lobby.

Decha ran immediately. It took him a moment to reach the entrance to the underground parking level.

But alas... it's like deja vu. Decha twisted the knob and pushed the door with all his might. There was a loud creaking sound. according to the appearance of the door that is close to retirement Nearly a third of the zombies turned around. The young man quickly inserted himself into the door and closed it immediately.

But this door There is a door closing assistant (

Door Closer)

It's also on top of the door, which is a nice innovation. This device can close the door slowly according to the set value, but in this situation, it doesn't work!

Decha exerts full force on the door to increase the speed of closing. As for the door, he resisted with all his might, as if protesting that the young man had taken over its role.

The sight of countless zombies streaking through the air, intending to eat him for lunch, motivated him to push the door even further for a few seconds. The longest time in Decha's life, as soon as the door slammed loudly, the sound of pounding on the door, like the end of the world, happened in less than a fraction of a second.

Decha doesn't care about anything. He knew the door wouldn't last long. He had to get into his car and drive away as quickly as possible. Even if he had to drive into an iron gate to break through, he would do it!

Decha ran down the stairs, he couldn't remember how many steps he ran. When arriving on the ground floor He twisted and unlocked the door. half glass half aluminum Then quickly pushed away

This door couldn't be locked from the outside, so he decided to break the glass on the door frame and the glass on the door with a baseball bat, creating a gap about half a foot wide. He reached in and twisted the door lock from the inside, but the zombies couldn't unlock it. He also took off his jacket and tied the door to the frame again after finishing.

He turned back to the truck….

… do not have!

There were no trucks parked at the exit!

‘What?’ Decha was seriously puzzled. What exactly was going on? His eyes glanced at the ramp at the exit.

Oh my god! The rolling steel door has traces of a collision and the entire door is broken. and open ahsa

As Decha couldn't reach the end, the voice recorder in his jacket that was tied to the door fell out of his pocket. Ready to twist itself according to the gravity of the world, causing the headphone cable to fall off. The voice recorder was hit with the power button as soon as it dropped to the ground.

"... Krag... Do you understand? Virat, you have to follow the plan exactly!" A loud voice came from the speaker. Decha turned his head to look at the voice recorder.

"Wait Auntie Win, get ready to stop the recording... Hey, wait a minute, Auntie Win!" Jess cried out in panic.

“What is it with you, Jess?”

“Who doesn't know, Miss Win? Damn it! Jump from the gaps in the underground parking lot, dragging hundreds of zombies with you! that! It had jumped into the dining car. It crashed into the door and came out with a blank expression!” Jess sounded extremely annoyed. He had been planning this for a long time, what idiot could ruin his plan?

“Oh hey! So what do we do? There were no provisions. You can't escape, Jes. What are you doing?" Auntie Win cursed at Jess in a series of words, almost like she was losing her mind.

“Don't worry Auntie Win, I have a backup plan. Actually, I've packed half the car's worth of supplies. Then take it to Wirat's room since morning, even though we're stuck here. But the supplies are enough for the three of us to eat for more than half a year. Even though Auntie Win regrets the opportunity to go to a refuge point... Wait a minute, now the zombies are starting to die!

I guess he heard the sound of the truck breaking down my door and was about to escape. That's all. Let's break up!

Decha's body went cold. The strength he once had dwindled and his hand became numb, barely able to support the baseball bat.

He missed!

The young man was extremely confused, trying to digest the information he had just heard. From what he had heard, the three of Aunty Win, Jess, and Wirat were actually living together in room 514. So why were Aunty Win's zombies in their own room? together

Wait a minute?

Auntie Win's bathroom didn't lock the iron door. The wooden door really wasn't locked. If Aunt Yun was alone in the room from the beginning and died of a heart attack, all the doors should have been locked. No one wouldn't lock their own room in this situation!

Therefore, Uncle Win may have had a heart attack and died in Mr. Wirat's room. Then Mr. Wirat and Mr. Jess took Uncle's body back to the room.

When zombies can't open doors Mr. Jess and Mr. Wirat There was no need to risk locking the door because during the locking process, there was a chance that Uncle Yun, who was transforming into a zombie, would hear it and come rushing to pound on the door, making the situation worse.

By simple logic, Mr. Jess, who was the grandson of a bald-headed zombie, wouldn't dare to hit his own close relative's head in the room, so there was hardly anything left that could be used. Other than a few supplies, no one paid any attention to them because the essentials had been moved into room 514 a long time ago!

The more I thought about it, it showed that he had killed those three zombies until they were in poor condition. That is not necessary at all. that if he listened to the recording until the end He just had to lure the three zombies in another direction and then enlist the help of two close friends who had enormous supplies...

Never mind! At this point, I thought about it and couldn't get anything, there were no military vehicles so I went to find another vehicle before those guys behind me broke the door and came in…

But wait a minute?...

On the tape just now I feel like I'm going to say 'Who doesn't know, Miss Win? Damn it! Jump from the gap in the underground parking lot. Drag hundreds of zombies with you!'... If that idiot jumps in the car and drives away. And the zombies couldn't keep up and they had to...

Decha turned around to look at the situation around him that just a moment ago he really wasn't paying attention to. And then there was the stench that made you vomit and the smell of rotting meat. Light rattling sound Popular all around since he came out!

Hundreds of zombies were dragging their bodies to see what the noise was making at their 'home', along with the loud noise of the zombies above smashing down the door above. Decha locked eyes with the surrounding zombies. They bared their teeth and grinned. Hurling towards the delicious food, the zombie behind him reached the door and frantically smashed the glass. Decha cried out in despair.

“Patthooooooooooooo!!”

...This was Decha's first full-voice shout. Ever since he was hiding in his condo.

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