Chapter 4 – Made in China

“Heh heh…”

A bleak laugh resounds in the darkness along with trembling shoulders.
A corpse lies in front of him, squatting on the floor, and a bloody hoe is held in his hand.
Yes, that’s my point
My right nipple was exposed because of my torn shirt, and I was holding a bloody hoe in one hand.
Then I hit the already dead pilot’s head with a hoe several times.
Did you buy a hoe instead of bread and water and go crazy?
No.
Now I am finer than ever.

Steamed-

A hoe embedded in the pilot’s head moves along the lifting handle, making some obscene sounds.
After moving the handle up and down a few times, the hoe was pulled out of the pilot’s head.

“Test finished.”

I thought that I couldn’t stand the temptation of the god who descended into the present world and gave a damn about money, but I thought it was really nothing.
Surprisingly, the performance is very good.
The pointy and sharp end of the hoe breaks the skull more easily than you think and lodges itself in the head.
It was so deep that it had to be moved several times to create space before it could be pulled out.

“Then is it my turn now?”

This Homi guy has fully proven himself.
Then, now it’s time to prove my ability to wield this guy.

Swoop-

Don’t worry, Homi.
Because this master is a much better human being than you thought.
Be sure to kill the zombies with you…

Rumbling!

“I will eat and dry.”

It’s been 7 hours 39 minutes and 27 seconds since I was trapped in this narrow place.
Unable to eat or drink anything, I decided to go out in search of food.

***

Tuduk!!
Chewy!!

Before going out to find food, I pulled the shirt covering my right arm hard and removed it completely.
Then, I used a sharp hoe blade to cut it in half, and very skillfully banded both hands so that my hands and wrists were not injured.
No matter how reliable this homie is, various situations can arise while fighting.

Kwak!!

I clenched my fist after finishing the banding.
It’s not a bandage used in boxing, it’s just a ripped shirt, so I’m not very satisfied, but this is enough to protect my hands and wrists.
Next, he ripped off the shirt covering his left arm and tied a mobile phone that could brighten his darkened vision to his forehead like a coal miner carrying a lantern on his helmet.
Since 4 hours ago, not only the interior of the subway, but even the lights that were scattered on the walls of the tracks had all been turned off.
Now, the only thing that can light up is a cell phone with 82% remaining battery.
So, is the preparation over with this?
But you can’t go out blindly just because you’re ready.

“… Are there any nearby?”

I put my ear to the door and listen to the sound, but I can’t hear any sound, as if the zombies who had been pounding on the door without stopping have gone elsewhere.
Once more.

Just- just-

I knock on the door lightly with a hoe blade and try to provoke zombies that may be nearby, but again, no sound comes out.
That means it’s definitely not around the door.
So, can we really go out now?

Gulp-

Contrary to her confidence, which had risen as she checked Homi’s performance and prepared her to go out, her dry saliva went down her throat.
Unlike a dead corpse, will a homie work for a living zombie?
Is it okay with just a cell phone flash?
Can you not miss the zombies hiding in the dark?
Even if the lights were on, I don’t think I would have been so worried and nervous, but the anxiety of the darkness constantly throws questions into my head.
However.

Rumbling!!

The sound of this guy crying out for food and the throat that seems dry even after swallowing dry saliva awaken my spirit.
Let’s go, bread and water await me.

Click-

A door that opens with a handle lowered down.

Awesome…

“… “

Fuck, why is there a noise all of a sudden?!
In an unexpected situation, cold sweat ran down my back, but I quickly pulled my head through the crack in the door and turned my head left and right to look at the cell phone flash on my forehead.
There are no people hanging around, and there are two corpses lying on the floor.
Just by looking at the clothes I’m wearing, it’s clear that I killed two zombies.
Once I was sure it was safe, I went outside and checked both tracks looking down through the window.

“What…”

There are no guys walking around here either.
Did everyone rush there because they heard a noise somewhere else?
No, you can’t do that. There should be at least three.
Because I need 5 coins to buy a loaf of bread and 500ml bottled water.
In the end, I crossed over to the next room to find the zombies, and kept moving while carefully closing the open door in case of an unexpected situation.
After moving 3 squares like that, I finally found a zombie wandering around alone.
But this guy…

Swish- swish-

While hiding in the space next to the aisle door, he sticks his head out, but there is no response.
Even though the flash of my cell phone, which is clearly emitting a bright light on my forehead right now, is on.
So, does that mean it doesn’t react to light?
Maybe you have no sight at all? Can you not know if I pass by?

“… “

Haha, what a crazy bastard.
Now I’m doing crazy things even when I think about it.
What are you doing?
He is approaching while illuminating the wandering zombies with the mobile phone flash on his forehead.
To see if zombies really don’t have sight.
Of course, I took off the shoes I was wearing to make no noise.
In case it helps, I wear my left shoe on my left hand.
But I don’t want anyone to see me like this.
Because she’s really crazy, wearing her armless shirt, exposing her right nipple, a shoe in her left hand, a hoe in her right hand, and a cell phone on her forehead.
By the way, this bastard, can’t you really see me?

“Ugh… “

A zombie that makes a gurgling sound and trudging along.
And now I’m walking side by side as if I were his friend.
Even so, this friend is not aware of my existence at all.
Why don’t you try shoulder to shoulder?
Of course it’s a joke.
But at this level, you don’t have to stay here, do you think you can just walk out?

Jerebuck-
Swoop-

“… “
“Ugh… “

Damn, surprise!
My heart almost broke when I saw the zombie suddenly stop and turn its head towards me.
The zombie that surprised me obviously made eye contact, but perhaps it just turned around to change direction, and trudged past me as I quietly backed away.
Phew…
It’s been ten years
So, shall we kill this guy and take the coin?
I brought the hoe close to the back of the zombie’s head, which was walking with my back to me, zeroed in, and raised it with all my might.
And.

Rumbling!!

What is this?

“Aagh!!!”
“Fuck!!”

The zombie, who had been showing his back to the clamor for food that jumped out unnoticed, turned around in an instant and pointed a dirty and smelly snout at me.
No man!

Tup!!

He quickly stuck the front part of the pointed shoe he was wearing in his left hand into the wide open mouth of the zombie and slammed the homi he was lifting.

Chuck!!!

Kills performance
Half of the Homin’s blade was inserted into the zombie’s head at an angle.
And, of course, I blinked to check the message I was supposed to be reminded of, but I couldn’t see anything.
Could it be that this guy isn’t dead yet?
… That’s not it, you asshole!
Turning off notifications by hand and waiting for a message to come up, is my head a fish head?!
Before cursing at my amoeba-like head, one worry suddenly precedes me.
By the way, is the sound I just made okay?
Both me and that bastard screamed quite loudly…
It can’t be okay either!

Jabak! Jabak! Jabak!

“Big!!”
“Aaah!!”

Is it because the passage is blocked like a cave?
The sound of the zombies running and screaming echoes, making it impossible to guess how many zombies are making them.
First of all, I quickly pulled the nearby door with both hands, looked at the open passage, and then turned my head to the door on the other side.

“Ah! Big!!”
“Go away!”

Dada dot-
Poop!!

“Cadet..!”

The instep of a zombie trying to climb up is painful because I took off my shoes, but it’s not the time to worry about that.
Once I turned around and reached down, I shook the hoe stuck in the dead zombie’s head and quickly pulled it out.

Chuck!!

A zombie that falls into my arms with a hoe that is pinned to the temple with its legs unraveling like a doll whose thread has been cut.

Udang-tang-tang!

“Shit!”

Falling on the floor while giving free hugs to an unwanted zombie, I pushed the dead zombie aside and pulled out a hoe stuck in my temple.

“Kuaa!!”
“Cheak!”
“Aaah!!”

Thump thump thump!!

Fuck, I did well to close the door that was open next to me.
I don’t know exactly how many there are, but judging from the fast and irregular intervals between the knocking on the door, it seems that there are at least three or four of them.
I didn’t have to worry about them for now, and after checking the aisle and the open door, I ran towards the guy who was trying to climb up again.

“Keah!!”
“George, damn it.”

Chuck!!!

Squatting down on the ground, I slammed the hoe down like a hard-working woman and pulled the hoe out of the zombie’s head as it collapsed toward the bottom of the track.

Suwook-

“… “

Dreaming- dreaming-

Ah… Are you tired? I can’t see very well.
I closed my eyes again and looked at the hoe in my hand.

“No!!”

There is only a wooden handle, no metal hoe blade.
I quickly stuck my head out of the door and checked down, and on the floor, a zombie with a hoe blade missing a handle was lying on the floor.
This is why you shouldn’t buy cheap ones!
Isn’t this made in China?!
Anyway, why is this even realistic!

“Fuck..!”

Now you have to choose.
Either jump down and pull out the hoe blade, or go back to the cockpit for now.
But the sound I hear is forcing my choice.

Jabak! Jabak! Jabak!
Come on!

Aside from the sounds coming from the tracks on either side, the sound of running down the hall compels my actions.
I jumped up and turned my head towards the aisle.

“Aaah!!”
“Give me my homie!!!”

Poop!!!
Thud!!

I also did banding, so the zombie hit by the right straight with all my might fell backwards.
After that, the running zombie was thrown out of the open door, just like a professional wrestler using the opponent’s strength to throw it out of a rope.

Snap!

Before I can catch my breath, the zombie hit by my light straightener grabs my ankle and sticks out its dirty teeth.

“I didn’t wash my feet, you bastard!!”

I could lose my balance because of the slippery socks, so I grabbed the pole next to me and hit the zombie’s forehead with my heel.
Once, twice, three times.
Tenacious pup.
It only came off after being kicked down on the forehead three times.
If I had worn shoes, I would have trampled on my hair and broken it…

“Ah! My shoes!”

I quickly turned around and started running into the cockpit, pulling out the shoe the dead zombie was holding in her mouth.
Of course, I had already thrown away the handle of the hoe that had lost its blade, and I had taken good care of the right shoe that was placed on the chair next to me.
But even though I killed the three I was aiming for, did I get the 5 coins?
While running, I became curious and opened the information window to check the coins I had acquired.

『Name: Kang Ha-jin (27)
Height: 183 cm Weight: 79 kg
Characteristic:-
Coins: 7
[Strength Lv.2] [Agility Lv.2] [Stamina Lv.2] [Luck Lv.1]』

“… Fuck, why is it 7 coins again!!”

Certainly, the number of heads killed with a hoe was three, so even at the maximum, it should be 6 coins.
But if it’s 7 coins, the person who threw it out the door is dead or there are people who give more than 3 coins.
If it’s not these two things, it could be someone’s trick to encourage impulse purchase again…
Aren’t there some guys who often appear in those web novels, people who giggle while watching the constellations and whatnot?
If there really are such people… Fuck, the more I think about this, the more I get pissed off!

Wow!!

“Do you think I will fall for such an insignificant number!!”

Tadat- Joo Woo-wook-

Jumping over the zombies lying on the aisle of the last compartment and slipping on the floor with my socks on, I tossed the shoes in my hand to the sides and picked up an abandoned fire extinguisher.
And then turn around

“Keah!!”
“Aaah!!”

Whoops!!
Dooong!!

He hit the head of the zombie that was chasing him.
One typi.
I hit the guy in front of me and knocked him down, so I naturally attacked the guy who followed me and fell down with me.

Kwajik!! Kwajik!! Kwajik!!

With this, I got out of 7 coins of magic.
By the way, before entering the cockpit, I was so distracted that I thought I was lucky to survive…
I fight so well even without a homie?
Damn, I starved for 7 hours for no reason.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-

I lifted her head up, dangling the fire extinguisher dripping with zombie blood.
Toward the zombies running madly down the hallway.

“Cheak!”
“Aaah!!”
“Fuck, they’re all dead..! Come here!!”

Unlike the horse, I didn’t have to wait, so I ran towards the zombies and brandished a red fire extinguisher.

Dooong!!

***

Beat- beat- beat-

A man walking along a dark track with only a dim light shining on his cell phone battery that was running out, bent over and grabbed something.
Then I rocked it up and down and pulled it with all my might.

Suwook-

Like that, someone’s hand pulled out the hoe blade stuck in the zombie’s head.

Swoop-

The faint light of a cell phone slowly skimming the hoe blade from top to bottom.
And the cell phone light that touched the end of the blade of the homi, which was hidden by the handle, did not move anymore.
Because I found what I was looking for.
As soon as.

[MADE IN CHINA]

“Fuck.. Made in China..!”