Chapter 40 – King of the Library (5)

Library king (5)

[The reason I am writing this diary is simple. Who knows if this diary I’m writing now will become the next generation’s ‘Anne’s Diary’? Even if ‘Anne’s Diary’ became a steady seller, it would be quite enough as a reward for what you are experiencing now.]

“… This bastard was a very proper asshole.”

From the first page, I stared down with a snort at the absurdity of hitting my head very properly.

Wow!

Flies constantly flying around the corpse and maggots gnawing disgustingly on his body.

[Of course, it is also correct to write it down because there is nothing dirty to do while waiting for rescue. Mr. Jaeyeon told me to call the police or my parents during this nonsense time, but well, neither the police nor my parents answered the phone. You must be busy hiding in the restaurant by now.]

… Jaeyeon Mr.

I swung the rooftop once more at the new character mentioned in his diary.

Shoot aaaaa-

A rooftop with nothing to see but a soft breeze and some flies.

Until now, the only trace of someone left on the rooftop was the main character of this diary.

“… Something happened.”

[Still, at times like this, I feel a little relieved that my father liked sports. As if I was addicted to something, I was the one who agreed a hundred times with my mother’s nagging that I only go in and out of the gym and that I should be in charge of the restaurant counter at that time. Perhaps the father is keeping her mother safe.]

Letters filled with neat handwriting.

Sarak-!

I quietly turned the next page.

[Day 2. I still have no contact with my mother or even her father. The entire Internet community, including YouTube, was talking about the end, saying that a “Zombie apocalypse” Had come. Perhaps thanks to this, these pseudo-assholes who are usually stuck in the shadows are the judgment of God, the beginning of a prophecy. He was talking nonsense about the arrival of hell, but it was strange that his reaction was different from usual. Because people who would normally ignore it as bullshit openly ask the pseudo-assholes who write in the community what the solution is. Of course, pseudo-pups, like pseudo-pups, only vaguely said what rapture was and that they had to go to the arms of God, but it was creepy to see people trying to believe it. It seems like the real end has come.]

“… Oh.”

I was slightly impressed by the diary, which was quite readable than I thought.

What is it, Anne’s diary and what, wasn’t it an empty aspiration?

Sarak-!

[Day 3. Rescue still not coming. You can’t even hear people’s screams, only the strange cries of zombies echo everywhere. And-. Fuck, I still can’t reach my parents. My phone battery is running low now. I’m worried that both of my parents lost their phones in the mess. We talked about the rescue team while chewing gum that Jaeyeon gave us last night.]

Jaeyeon Mr.

The second character reappeared.

So, until the third day, I was with the owner of this diary…

[It was so strange that no helicopters came to our university to rescue no matter how serious the situation was. Even on the Internet, it was difficult to find anyone who said they had been rescued or were in an evacuation center. There are only comments swearing at the president and lawmakers. Is it our university after rescuing everyone from Seoul National University? No, it’s a little while after Seo Yeon-go, so there’s still a long way left. It seemed that Korea’s love for academic background was really unavoidable. When I said this to Jae-yeon, Jae-yeon laughed at my words while sucking gum together. I don’t need anything like the Air Force, and I tried hard to say a little difficult term, asking if I know how high the combat power of the Korean Army is in the world, but honestly, I can’t understand it well.]

[I just asked Jae-yeon for his last words. Is that why the rescue team is coming? Mr. Jae-yeon said he will come unconditionally, and he said that he just needs to hold out a little longer. That word really reassured me.]

“…”

I quietly looked up at the end of the page.

The blue sky, still full of blank spaces as always.

Sarak-

[Day 4. I am very hungry. I can tolerate being thirsty, but I can’t easily tolerate being hungry. Since yesterday, I have been sucking on the gum that Jaeyeon gave me. Now, let alone sweetness, it only tastes like chewing rubber. Even so, just chewing gum helps a lot in fighting hunger. Jaeyeon said she couldn’t take it anymore and chewed on one of the leaves spread around her, then spit it out and vomited. We laughed at each other like fools for a while. Jae-yeon told me to stop lying down on the floor and writing in a diary, saying it was energy consuming, but I don’t know. Now there is nothing I can do other than write a diary.]

Sarak-!

[Day 5. I ended up eating all the gum like an idiot. I cherished it and ate it little by little whenever I couldn’t stand it, but before I knew it, I couldn’t feel a single piece of gum rolling in my mouth. Even when I slept, I held it tightly in my hand just in case. When the hell did I finish eating it? Jaeyeon has been lying on the floor since yesterday and has not said anything. He answers when called, but he kept repeating like a tape recorder that he had to conserve energy. For some reason, I felt very uneasy about it. When asked again if the rescue team was coming, Jae-yeon had no answer. Republic of Korea Army dog ​​assholes.]

The handwriting, which had been clean and distinct at first, was gradually changing into a faint, sloppy style.

The atmosphere of the page has changed so much that it is hard to believe that it was written by the same person as the first page.

Sarak-!

The diary, which followed a kind of standard, began to change arbitrarily.

The next page, which seemed to start with ‘Day 6’, was full of scribbles of unknown meaning.

[I am very hungry. I feel really crazy.]

[I want to eat hot egg rice.]

The intermittently recognizable letters spoke only of hunger.

Sarak-! Sarak-! Sarak-!

As more and more pages are turned, the story continues as if telling someone rather than a diary.

[If I had known it would be like this, I would have put it somewhere. I’m hungry. I’m so hungry I think I’m going crazy. I really want to eat soybean paste stew with pork belly cooked by my mom. Now, I think I can run my mom’s restaurant by myself.]

[Mom is really crazy. I don’t watch the news or anything like that. I keep having bad thoughts in my head. Mom, I really think I’m going crazy.]

“…”

For some reason, I was expecting the following.

[I think I could chew everything on that tree, the floor, the asphalt, the scraps of that chair and the table. But there are still places that catch my eye more than that. Mom. My eyes keep going to Jaeyeon. Really- really fuck.]

Excruciating agony in the diary and only one corpse, not two.

“… He wasn’t an idiot, he was a crazy bastard.”

I frowned in disgust at the maggot-eating corpse.

Sarak-

[If I had known it would be like this, I would not have forcibly blocked the door then. A lot of people shouted and shouted to open the door. Then there must have been many other people besides Jaeyeon. Then no worries-]

[I just had a very creepy thought. Are you listening, mom? I thought I wasn’t infected, but maybe I was infected too? If it wasn’t for that, there’s no way I’d keep having these fucking thoughts. I’m so hungry that I think even a person could eat it. Mom, I just came after standing in front of Mr. Jaeyeon for a while. Even though Jaeyeon asked what she was doing, I just quietly looked at Jaeyeon. Just looking at it made me feel a little less sick to my stomach, so it was great.]

[I’m so envious of the zombies. Those bastards won’t even go hungry. Why am I doing this shit? I hid on the roof because I didn’t want to become a zombie, but I’m becoming a worse person than a zombie.]

Sarak-!

After that, a pure white page with nothing written on it followed.

Sarak-! Sarak-! Sarak-!

Like a machine, I slowly turned the pages towards the last chapter.

Sarak-!

The last page of the diary reached like that.

A lot of messy and feeble handwriting welcomes me.

[I’m sorry, Mom. Still, I don’t want to become a zombie.]

[I’m so sorry.]

Hangeul is so distorted that it is difficult to distinguish easily.

After fully interpreting the sentence, I quietly raised my head.

A fleeting flash of light quietly passed through my mind.

Thud- thud-

I passed the maggot-eating corpse and the S.O.S rescue signal to reach the roof railing.

Shoot aaaaa-

He lowered his head quietly to the ground, facing the wind that felt quite fierce.

“…”

There was a body there.

The grotesquely twisted body and bloodstains spread around it, as if tomato juice had burst.

“Keeeee

The owner of the diary died as a human as he wished among the zombies quietly wandering around.

Waaaaaeng-

I glanced sideways at the corpse called Jae-yeon being devoured by maggots, then looked down at the ground again.

The owner of the diary chose the easiest escape from hunger and fear.

“… It’s a waste.”

Just looking at it, he’s a bastard who would have maxed out his obedience even if he had given him a crumb of a snack.

Tsk-

I clicked my tongue briefly and lightly flipped through his diary.

A record of a guy steeped in a big dream of becoming Anne’s diary.

Pad-!

The diary begins a belated fall following its owner.

A diary of survival, swaying precariously in the wind.

The survival diary that fluttered and crashed showing me all inside…

Took.

I returned to my master’s arms.

“…”

A small noise as the diary fell on the corpse.

The noise stops all zombies wandering in front of the library’s main entrance.

Then, quietly, I looked down at the fallen corpse.

“…”

Strange silence of zombies, grotesque funeral.

“… Hehe- Captain.”

I nodded at the sound of a voice coming from behind me.

With my permission, Koh Jang-hoon quickly approached the side.

“Since the seizure of the library is almost over, sanitation is something we need to pay attention to now. Go downstairs, starting with that corpse, and clean up everything dirty like a general cleaning.”
“Yep.”
“Going all the way down, clean up the seminar room on the 6th floor first. Isn’t it perfect for a living space?”
“Yep.”
“Ah- I’m planning to use the 5th floor instead of the 2nd floor as a living space for the campers, so prepare it yourself.”
“Yep, I see!”

As always, Koh Jang-hoon answered enthusiastically, as if to say not to worry.

Koh Goh-Hoon nodded vigorously and followed my gaze like a habit.

“And the most important thing. Bring most of the bookshelves to the rooftop that look heavy even after removing all the books.”
“Yep, I see.”

Now, the last space that has not been cleaned is only the first floor of the library.

If I secure only the final battle where the most zombies remain, the entire library will fall into my hands.

So from now on, I had to diligently prepare for tomorrow.

“By the way, Captain. You keep looking down to see what you’re looking for…”

Koh Goh, who followed my gaze and cautiously asked me.

“Just-“

I shrugged my shoulders slightly as I stared at the guy’s eyes sweeping down.

“Dead body.”