Chapter 4 – Unlock (3)

Unlock (3)

Beep-

Tinnitus that resonated more viciously every time he continued to shake his head vigorously.

It was literally a headache.

I didn’t think that it would lightly stand up without any damage like a Hollywood blockbuster where cars explode when bored, but this is it.

My head was dizzy more than I thought.

“Kieh!”

But that’s it, and this is this.

Countless zombies caught in my sight every time I swung my head.

The probability that those zombies would jump out of the car and ask me, “Are you okay, are there any injuries?” Was extremely low.

Rather, they would crush me like a hamburger game and enjoy the human flesh party.

From the first time I saw a zombie until now.

There was always one thing I had to do.

Getting out.

“Kieh!”

With a thumping sound, a zombie crushes the place where I was lying before.

As I hurriedly start running, I struggle with hand gestures full of regret.

Wedge love liquid-!

However, the sudden self-destruct car show did not bring only disadvantages.

Looking at the front door with a slight sideways glance, I saw a car still emitting a car alarm and zombies lying on it.

Zombies who are still reaching out their hands vigorously even though the tires have crushed most of their upper bodies.

Dead bodies alive with wounds that would never have survived if they were ‘humans’.

As expected or clichéd,

I killed 4 zombies who had to blow their heads off with a self-destruct show.

The remaining 4 points obtained in this way were steadily transferred to the agility stat,

Agility, which rose 4 times at once, quickly proved its worth.

“Kieh!”

The roar of zombies gradually moving away.

The distance between me running at full speed and the zombies chasing me is getting farther and farther away.

The hide-and-seek game that started on the lawn of the College of Humanities led me beyond the front gate to the side door, the starting point of the game.

Charrrr!

The background sound that resonates in my head as soon as I see bloodstains soaking the asphalt.

The hedge trimmer that made a bloody sound and the mad man who blocked me with the hedge trimmer were all gone.

All that remains is the corpse of a zombie whose head was split off by a man who tried to surprise me from behind.

Obviously, the crazy man was on the verge of becoming a zombie, so aside from that, where did the pruner that was abandoned on the ground go?

It was a pity that the tool that could be called a weapon was missing, but there was no moment to stop.

Kihehehehehehe!

The roar of the zombies can be heard mysteriously and clearly as the distance increases.

I hurriedly crossed the bloodstained asphalt and climbed the small stairs two or three steps at a time.

Thud-!

Without slowing down, he pushed the glass door with his shoulder and entered the College of Humanities again.

“… Fuck.”

The bloodstains on the asphalt I just saw greeted me as if it were aegyo, the hallway of the College of Humanities.

The blood stains on the bulletin board decorated between the fruits and vegetables and the dark red blood slowly flowing down the hallway wall as if it had not dried yet.

A repulsive smell stings my nose enough to immediately realize what the bloody smell is.

“Kieh!”

Besides, zombies who catch me in the central hall of the College of Humanities and start running towards me.

Something catches my eye as I try to climb the stairs to the second floor without delay.

[1F]

Elevator located right next to the stairs.

The notification that it was waiting on the 1st floor was continuously revealing.

Disasters and Elevators.

Just thinking about the two at the same time doesn’t leave me with an uneasy feeling.

It was a natural response as a loyal listener of Crisis Escape No.

I’ve been taught that taking an elevator in a crisis like this is dangerous.

But-

Eh eh eh!

I stared alternately at the stairs to the side door, the central hall of the College of Humanities, and the stairs leading to the second floor.

Especially the stairs to the second floor.

Encountering zombies in that confined area was very dangerous.

Unless you had the knack of flying, you couldn’t predict how many times you’d encounter zombies charging down from above.

… The worry was short, and the decision was short.

Squeak-

The elevator greets me gently as soon as I press the open button.

It was an elevator with no problems except for bloodstains on the floor, which must have been used by someone who had been bitten by a zombie.

Beep-

I hurriedly pressed the 4th floor and pressed the close button as if to break it.

“Kee-!”

[♩~ ♪~ ♬]

The roar of the zombies closing the distance suddenly stopped and the familiar classical music started playing in the elevator.

With a slight sense of floating, I hurriedly took a breath in the elevator that started to rise to the 4th floor.

“Whoa— whoa— whoa—”

Now only the last step remains.

On the 4th floor, I climbed one more flight of stairs to reach my planned destination, the rooftop of the College of Humanities.

When I jumped out of the car, I brushed off the overjam I was wearing to avoid getting hurt even a little bit, and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand before I knew it.

And just in case, I hurriedly took out my smartphone from my pocket and unlocked it.

When I jumped out of the car, I touched the YouTube app on my heavily cracked smartphone, probably hitting a small pebble hidden in the lawn.

Tok- tok- tok-

When you think of a loud sound, YouTube immediately pops up a video when you search for “Siren” That pops out of your head.

“Fuck! Come out with a real siren, not a song!”

Obviously, I wanted a real siren, not hip-hop, but even when I scrolled down, all I could find was a hip-hop related video.

“Fuck the child!”

However, there was not enough time to search for other words.

Looking up at the signboard with nervous eyes, the number of the signboard changed from 3 to 4.

Ding-!

Announcing that she had reached her destination, she touched the song by eating mustard while crying in a cheerful monotone.

Listen to the prelude reminiscent of a music box and turn up the volume all the way.

Squeak-

A mechanical door that opens at a constant rate regardless of the situation outside the door.

Creepy – Crick –

And through the cracks in the open door, I could see zombies continuing their ‘meal’.

Is it because of the alarm sound of the arrival of the elevator or the music heard through the cracks in the door?

Zombies stopping to eat and staring at the elevator.

Looking at their torn and crushed faces, short scenes like panoramas pass by.

The first time I saw a zombie, it jumped at the screaming girl instead of me.

He reacts violently to the sound of Clarke, and stops ‘eating’ at the sudden noise.

Is it more affected by sight or hearing—

I can’t make a hasty conclusion based on a few fragmentary situations, but what was more important to me wasn’t what influenced me more.

It was important for them that their ‘hearing’ was alive.

[♩~ ♪~ ♬]

My smartphone crosses the hallway on the 4th floor like a hockey puck past the elevator.

The music flowing from the smartphone instantly shakes the heads of the zombies who continued their meal.

‘… Now!’

It was the situation I was inducing and hoping for.

Whee ae ae ae liquid-!

It is followed by the roar of zombies who came to their senses later than ever before.

“Eh eh eh!”

The two legs quickly passed the elevator and ran up the stairs to the rooftop.

Without a chance to look back, I sprinted with all my might toward the slightly open rooftop door.

Kiki- thump-!

Opening and closing the iron door at the same time, he stretched out his legs and turned his back to the iron door.

Eh eh eh!
Coo-! Whoa! Whoa!

A roar filled with anger and the vibration of the head and shoulders hitting the iron door vigorously wet the back and waist.

Chijik- Chijik-

As I applied more strength, I hurriedly looked around as I pulled my shoes back to their original position, scraping the asphalt.

Clearly, I checked in advance with Clarkson, but there could be an unknown threat remaining on the roof.

Coo-! Whoa! Thud-!

The rooftop of the College of Humanities, which consists of a small garden for the welfare of students.

Incongruously, a garden full of greenery and a smoking facility for smokers come into view.

And as confirmed, no one, whether zombie or human, is on the roof.

Aaaaa!

At that moment, a familiar noise echoes in the College of Humanities.

Eh eh eh!

In an instant, the vibration that had been knocking on the iron door stopped with a shout of joy.

“…”

After that, after holding out against the iron door for another 5 minutes, I slowly relaxed my legs.

“Ha-ja-ha-“

Only then did the rough breath come out of his mouth and his legs lost all their strength.

“Ha-jaw–ha-jaw-“

He sighed and slumped against the iron door.

… Lived

I sat down, closed my eyes, and let out a laugh.

I don’t know why the laughter came out, but anyway, a small laugh that made my shoulders shake was constantly leaking out.

… Lived

Looking back now, it was a reckless and hole-in-the-wall plan, but in the end it worked.

In front of the main gate where a zombie wave literally attacked from the humanities college lecture room.

And in front of the main gate, back to the rooftop of the College of Humanities.

Through many crises, I survived in the end.

“… No.”

Won

I continued to let out a dry laugh and closed my eyes.

In hide and seek with those goddamn zombies—

“… I won, you bastards.”