Chapter 6 – Deficit Control (1)
Deficit control (1)
“… Has it been a day?”
I squinted my eyes at the sun hanging right in the middle of the sky.
I couldn’t know the exact time because I used my smartphone as a bait to check the time.
Growl-
I just checked my own time to the degree of hunger.
The last memory I ate was the chicken mayo I ate for lunch.
I haven’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours.
“In that sense, this is another type of torture…”
[Point Shop Lv.1]
[Suspicious and hard chocolate bar (Caution: Quite tough!): 5p]
…
[Seasoned chicken left moderately warm: 20p]
…
[Lobster with little flesh: 40p]
As little as 5 points, 20 points, 40 points…
Familiar foods with lots of modifiers attached to them, as if they were soliciting customers in a shop window.
“… Tsk!”
Just reading the marked letters made my mouth water, swallowing and clicking my tongue briefly.
Well, since there is a status window, I understand that there is also a shop window.
But the price was the problem, the price.
The price of the ‘Suspicious Chocolate Bar’ at the very top is 5 points.
So, it meant that you had to break 5 zombie heads to get one of those ‘suspicious chocolate bars’.
That ambiguous seasoned chicken is 20 zombie heads.
In other words, it meant that he had to invest 20 stat points into one meal.
“There is no such thing as a real robber.”
The most impressive was the ‘item’ located at the bottom of the shop window.
Yes, Item.
This object that I see now is an item that cannot be expressed as food or junk.
[Infection treatment]
Literally, a master key that can solve this zombie apocalypse at once.
The price of this item, which is almost like an extra life, is…
[Cure for infection: Please offer a reasonable price.]
It was a ‘preemption’.
This is not some kind of Henesys free market.
That the buyer has to offer the price first.
I realized right away when I saw that self-defensive, yet full of will to make a hogang by beating me in the back of the head.
This ‘status window’ wasn’t very kind to me.
It was true that the unknown power of stats made me special, but it did not mean that I was invincible.
[Do you want to update more items by upgrading the shop (Lv. 1)? (Pay 100p)]
Of course, looking at the last notice in the shop window, it doesn’t seem like that’s the end, but-
100 points was too far away for me who struggled without even 1 point.
“The bottom line is that spending precious points for a meal is an idiot.”
For me now, rather than food to satisfy my hunger, it was a pity that 1 point or 1 point of stats would make me a little stronger.
Hunger can be satisfied with the food in the canteen right under the roof.
“… Therefore.”
Get out there, you zombies!
Pieces of jars flying towards the vehicles left in the College of Humanities along a parabola that gave a lot of strength.
It was a piece made by breaking an earthen jar where smokers threw away cigarette butts.
Tong-!
A piece of jar flew in a semicircle and hit the windshield of an abandoned vehicle.
Paang-! Paang-! Paang-!
And I start to vomit the sound I wanted.
“Eh eh eh!”
Stimulated by the new sound, the zombies escape from the College of Humanities and rush to the car alarm.
Black dots that have already filled the lawn of the College of Humanities.
“… They look like real cockroaches.”
Even if you take it out and take it out again, it is really no different from a cockroach that still sticks out.
I still looked at the zombies crawling out of the College of Humanities and glanced at the jar where I used to collect cigarette butts.
Maybe it’s because they threw it violently when the sun rose, and now there are only a few pieces of the jar left.
Kihehehehehehe!
Gradually, there were no zombies crawling out of the College of Humanities.
However, it did not mean that all the zombies in the College of Humanities had escaped.
It was a fact that I learned thanks to continuous attempts from the morning, but it means that hearing is affected, not that hearing is the number one priority.
There was a high probability that it would still be a zombie paradise full of zombies even in the liberal arts college.
“… You have to succeed slowly.”
They say they’re waiting patiently, but I can’t help but get nervous.
I walked to the roof door, reaching out into the air.
Chin-!
As I grabbed the empty air, an iron pipe of just the right length landed in my hand like magic.
It was a blunt weapon found among the bundles of materials that had been put up to repair the rooftop rest area.
A suitable length that was barely obtained by filtering and filtering too long or too short metal pipes.
“… Anyway, it’s amazing to see you again.”
I tumbled out of the air like magic and turned the iron pipe around and smiled lightly.
Inventory.
A transcendental phenomenon felt for the first time in a sleazy status window that doesn’t even give skills.
The items in my inventory changed to a different dimension according to my will.
[Inventory Lv.1]
1. (Empty)
2. (Empty)
3. (Empty)
[Warning: Inventory cannot be used during battle.]
[Do you want to upgrade your inventory (Lv. 1) to store heavier and more items? (Pay 50p)]
Status, shop, inventory.
It was literally a status window with everything except skills.
“How do you get real skills…”
With a full-fledged status window like this, it’s impossible not to have skills.
I put aside the doubts that had been going on since last night for a while and carefully opened the rooftop door.
Staring at the bottom of the roof door, I crossed the threshold by raising my legs exaggeratedly.
The moment you enter the College of Humanities from the open rooftop, the stuffy air wets your tongue.
Realizing that I had entered from the outside, I took steps cautiously like a cat.
I stopped in the small hallway of the stairs connecting the rooftop and the 4th floor and pricked my ears.
…
A space where not even the sound of breathing leaks out, like a dead mouse.
I carefully took a coin out of my pocket.
I glanced sideways and confirmed that there was nothing in front of the store, then lightly clicked my thumb.
Ting-!
A coin that rotates vigorously and flies into the hallway in front of the store.
Ting- Ting-Tiri-Ling-!
The tossed coin bounced up and down, repeating a small noise before it completely stuck to the ground.
“Kieh!”
And the roar of the zombies that responded to the noise.
I poked my head out to confirm the zombie stomping in front of the coin.
“Kieh!”
… One animal.
My eyes twinkled as I looked at the zombies turning their heads in the hallway in front of the store.
Finally, only one responded to my sound.
“… Whoa-!”
She breathed lightly as if to shake off her tension, and her body, which had only her head sticking out, was completely exposed to the hallway.
Ting-! Ting-!
Then, he deliberately hit the metal pipe on the floor to attract his attention.
“Eh eh eh!”
A zombie saw me looking at me from the top of the stairs and rushed at me shaking its head like crazy.
As soon as I sensed he had caught me, I started running without looking back.
Thud-! Thud-! Thud-!
Rough footsteps violently breaking through the stairs and chasing me.
I hopped over the open roof door and widened the distance from the door.
“… Whoa-whoop-whoop-!”
It’s a plan that I kept running simulations, but I can’t help but feel nervous.
I continued to lightly shake my hand holding the metal pipe and shake it—knock-knock.
“Eh eh eh!”
A creepy scream that doesn’t get any better no matter how many times I listen to it.
Starting with the bloodshot eyes fixed on me along the stairs he climbs, the torso and legs are revealed.
Seeing me waiting for him beyond the rooftop door, he reached out his hand anxiously and started running.
If I ran a little further, the delicious prey would have been clear enough to touch.
“Kieekkeek-!”
If only I could keep running.
Iron flip-!
There was no time to hesitate, no time to delay.
I glided towards the zombie lying on the ground just as I thought.
Under the roof door, a zombie cub caught in a trap tied as tightly as possible.
On his right ankle, the gwajam I had carefully prepared was dangling.
“Keeeee!”
A grotesque gesture of struggling to stand up as soon as it fell to the ground like a frog.
However, as I prepared and prepared again, my metal pipe, which had reached the proper distance, was striking down.
The steel pipe hits the aiming point as it is in the posture of kneeling on one knee to make it as accurate as possible.
Pooh-!
There was a sound of something being crushed, and it was clear that I had been hit, but both hands tingled seriously as if they were about to get cramps.
However, he could never do the foolish thing of missing his weapon now.
Biting my lip, I somehow managed to grip the metal pipe tightly again.
Poo-! Poo-!
The iron pipe that keeps hitting the bottom without checking what happened to it.
I just felt like something was being asked on my face, but I couldn’t think of anything.
My head was filled with only one process: the iron pipe had to be hammered down.
“Look-! Search-! Search-! Search-!”
Poo-! Poo-! Poo-! Poo-!
[You have earned points.]
Until a surefire kill woke me up.
“…”
[Strength: 1 -〉 2]
[Remaining points: 1 -〉 0]
Only then did he quietly get up from his seat and wipe his face with his forearm.
A sticky liquid that comes out exceptionally black on a black T-shirt.
Poo-!
After hitting his crushed head once more, I looked down at him quietly.
“…”
After confirming that there was no movement for about 3 minutes, I turned the body over with a kick.
Unlike the dented back of his head, his face was frowning with anger.
No, I don’t even know if it’s anger.
Maybe it’s hunger, maybe it’s a frown in pain.
But more than that, it was the face of a female student.
It was only now that I could clearly see that she was a female college student my age.
Pop-! Pop-!
The dark red blood flowing down the end of the iron pipe from earlier.
No, black blood with almost no red light was dripping from the metal pipe onto the roof floor.
Chin-!
For some reason, she held her trembling right hand tightly with her left hand as if to calm it down.
I knew it wasn’t murder, but somehow my body couldn’t accept it.
I don’t know how many more I’ll do this in the future, but I didn’t have time to be sentimental.
I moved the iron pipe back into my inventory and quietly crouched over the zombie corpse.
Do-doo-dududuk-!
A light purple cardigan button fluttered in the air at the gesture of violently tearing her clothes.
As soon as the cardigan was ripped open, her busty breasts and blue bra were revealed.
Jeans that cover the lower body leading to larger breasts and beautiful curves than expected.
If it weren’t for zombies, he would have easily surpassed the top 1%.
It is clear that the men in the department he belonged to were quite resounding.
I was also a queen bee who normally wouldn’t be able to talk to her, let alone hug her, but that didn’t matter much now.
“Uweheek-!”
When I take off the jeans of a corpse scattered carelessly, I can’t stand it, so I can’t stand it.
Gastric juice that suddenly protrudes beyond the esophagus! I spat it on the floor and took off my jeans again.
“… There is.”
I muttered while looking at the smartphone I finally found after a lot of hard work.
The lock screen that welcomes me as soon as I touch my smartphone that looks like an iPhone.
Is this the iPhone’s Face ID?
“… Fuck.”
Naturally, I clicked my tongue while looking at my locked iPhone.
I remember seeing a post on the Internet community saying that fingerprint recognition cannot be unlocked with a corpse.
Then, that Face ID or something won’t work on the corpse.
“That’s crazy.”
Tsk-!
I clicked my tongue lightly again and looked down at the half-naked zombie corpse.
Those torn clothes had to be knotted well and put together with new door traps or ropes.
“Because the clever rabbit said he sold three burrows…”
The more routes you can escape when an unexpected zombie wave hits through the roof door, the better.
Once the clothes are off, what should I do with that corpse…
Seriously, the more I looked at it, the worse it was.
Obviously, if he had asked me for help as a human, not a zombie, he would have helped me without fail in exchange for a reasonable price.
But that would be when that bitch wasn’t a zombie.
No matter how hungry he was for sexual desire, there was no abnormal sexual desire to drive a corpse.
“… Let’s begin.”
She shook her head vigorously as if brushing off her thoughts and whispered.
It starts now.
I had to constantly lure the zombies into traps to earn points.
After killing the zombies, you need to loot the items you need from their corpses.
“The first priority is… “
Complete security of the concession stand right below.