Infected - Chapter 66



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Episode 65

Kwaaak!

A man in blue holding a flag even after being mutated.

He just so happened to be in the lead.

Was it his obsession with life that led him to face death without ever letting go of the flag?

If it weren’t for the fog, if only visibility had been improved, such a meaningless death wouldn’t have occurred.

But he was already infected, and there was no turning back.

Even if there was a time for mourning, now was not the time.

Because I had to survive first.

Beomsik slowly backed away.

Just as he arrived, running towards me with his mouth wide open, I quickly turned around and dodged.

Because of this, three out of the five were unable to change direction and ended up pushing each other and sliding.

puck!

He stuck a branch into the temple of one of the two following him.

Something that would have been impossible for a human to even attempt.

But these were just monsters in human form.

I repeated it to myself several times.

I swung my arm with all my might to hit the head of the remaining one with a rock.

One room.

It had to be done in one go.

But maybe it was because I swung it too hard.

The stone I was holding in my hand could not overcome the centrifugal force and ended up flying out of my palm.

At that moment, a gaping mouth came right up to me.

Crash!

I kicked him in the face and knocked him over.

The guy who fell had the bad luck of having the back of his head broken by a chunk of metal rolling on the floor.

The problem came next.

The three men who had fallen and slipped followed right behind Beomsik.

Beomsik’s pupils dilated rapidly as he looked back.

Are you late?

The infected man’s hand grabbed his T-shirt, and the other two rushed to either side.

I tried to push away by shaking off his arm, but I didn’t have enough strength.

Beomsik clenched his teeth against the pain that was about to come.

It was the end.

They say that when you are about to die, a series of events in your life flash before your eyes, but this was a little different.

It was already flowing through my head, not my eyes.

Looking back, it wasn’t unfortunate from the beginning.

We were very harmonious when I was very young, when my brother was a toddler and just starting to walk.

A truly short and insignificant time in life.

A family of four was sitting across from each other in a cramped, single room, smiling and eating happily.

And in the same room, in the same seat, my father was beating my mother.

Beomsik trembled in the kitchen, hugging his crying younger brother.

I couldn’t do anything.

It was a feeling that went beyond helplessness, that my very existence was being erased.

I just hope that this moment passes quickly.

Memories quickly flowed back to his school days, leading to images of himself pacing the local school.

A torn school uniform and blood flowing from the corner of the mouth.

It didn’t look much different than it did a while ago.

If there’s anything else, it’s that there’s still a little bit of innocence left in his eyes.

And then my father died.

No, I killed my father.

After I came back from juvenile detention, my younger brother disappeared.

I don’t have any special memories since I became an adult.

Just some uninspiring memories of growing up within the organization.

and…….

At the end of the revolving lantern, the same memory flowed clearly again.

A family sitting around a round table chatting away.

Parents are happy to see their younger sibling, who keeps falling down while walking because he is not good at walking yet.

And the bright, sparkling eyes of Beomsik, who was amazed at the growth of his younger brother.

Thin tears formed in Beomsik’s eyes.

After growing up to a certain extent, I never shed tears.

Because I lived more poisonously than anyone else and lived with a knife sharpened in my heart.

In the next life… … .

Thud! Thud!

Beomsik’s eyes, half-conscious from the unfamiliar bursting sound, opened wide.

A group of soldiers appeared and were smashing the heads of the infected who were rushing to the left and right of Beomsik.

Swish! Crunch!

arrow?

I looked back with a surprised face.

The person who stood on top of the overturned minicar and started the protest was none other than Anna.

As soon as Anna confirmed that her surroundings were safe, she collapsed on top of the car.

It looked like he was running like crazy.

The soldiers were also panting.

“I missed it because of the speed difference in the section where the fog suddenly got thick. But I’m glad I didn’t make it too late.”

The soldier who was pushing the infected person’s body aside answered.

Beomsik felt like this situation was a dream.

Because it wasn’t realistic.

I turned my head and saw the arrow embedded in the infected person’s head.

How are you holding the bow?

I clearly remember having all my weapons taken away.

“We heard that you were good at archery, so we took it out of our armory. In a situation like this, a bow would be much more useful than a gun.”

Another soldier, noticing Beomsik’s gaze, answered.

At that moment, Beomsik remembered Anna walking somewhere alone while the foreman was talking in front of the people.

It seems that he received the bow at that time.

I turned my head and saw the corpses lying on the floor.

A tingling sensation passed through my fingertips.

A strange sense of relief at being alive ran through my body like a thrill the moment I saw the corpse.

I could finally feel what was filling my mouth.

Tutuk.

Red blood poured out like spitting water.

What I meant by clenching my teeth earlier was chewing on my cheek.

It was only then that I started to feel the pain.

Anna approached, startled by the sight of blood.

“What? Are you hurt?”

“No, nothing.”

Beomsik looked at Anna quietly.

Then Anna’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

“Why are you looking at people like that?”

“…thanks.”

“What am I talking about now? Let’s go, now.”

Anna turned around, holding her bow straight.

The soldiers joined the main force that arrived later and were busy keeping watch.

After that, a line of trucks appeared through the fog.

Trucks parked at each section just waiting for the crane to arrive.

Soon, cranes arrived one after another.

Because it would have taken too long to attach the outer walls in order, construction proceeded straight ahead in each section along the lines drawn by Beomsik.

Beomsik, who was walking into the fog with Anna, stopped.

“Why again?”

“You go first. I’ll be there soon.”

“What… do whatever you want.”

Beomsik, who had sent Anna away, immediately found a corpse dressed in blue.

I looked down at his corpse, which lay miserably dead with its head smashed in, in silence.

“Hey, mister! Get out of the way! I have work to do!”

The man sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck motioned for Beomsik to get out of the way.

I looked around and saw a crane lifting the outer wall from a truck.

“It will only take a moment.”

Beomsik muttered softly, then crouched down and began to rummage through the corpse.

As expected, something came out of his pocket.

It was a wallet.

When I opened it, there was a photo of a family of three.

“Oh, I told you to get out of here!”

Beomsik, who was looking at the photo in response to the strong protest, stood up, putting his entire wallet in his bosom.

I don’t think my little daughter would have a picture like this.

I thought it would be good to preserve at least one trace of my father like this.

It may not be easy to convey, but it is better than not doing it.

My head started to spin as I thought about how the child would react.

But no matter how many times I thought about it, I just thought it would be better to do it this way.

Beomsik forced his heavy legs to move.

* * *

At that time, the 3rd Platoon, which Private Kim Chan-yeol belonged to, was heading to a large mart.

It was because of an order to secure supplies while construction was in progress.

Speed ​​was of the essence, with orders to return before construction was finished and the possibility of the infected returning at any moment unknown.

The problem, however, was that I had no practical experience to speak of.

Probably about half of the troops were like that.

I shot my first person while forming a defensive line as the safe zone was being created.

No, I should say zombie.

Anyway, I don’t know what the difference is, but I put a bullet in countless heads.

Still, that only lasted for two days.

Today is the third time I’ve come out since then.

I lit a cigarette on the rocking tractor-trailer truck.

Maybe it was because I was nervous, but I kept thinking about cigarettes.

Although he himself has shot the infected and engaged in hand-to-hand combat, the kids below him…

I looked to the side and saw the soldiers and privates sitting there with tense faces.

They had never fought at the front lines because they were building a defensive line on the second line.

For two days straight, all I could hear was gunshots from behind and the grotesque cries of the infected.

Private Kim Chan-yeol met eyes with the youngest.

The hand holding the buttstock was trembling.

At first glance, it looked like the car was shaking, but Kim Chanyeol knew full well that it was shaking.

Because I was like that at first too.

I read the anxious look in his eyes, but I said nothing.

No matter what I said, nothing changed.

The difference between those who have killed even a single zombie and those who have not cannot be narrowed down with words.

“What I fucking don’t understand is, how is it possible that this thing is moving on a rocket?”

Sergeant Choi, who was smoking a cigarette on the other side, let out harsh curses.

‘Well, that makes sense. Zombie babies are sensitive to sound.’

“I would rather play music and run, dogs.”

“I know, I have a lot to carry. But isn’t it better than carrying it yourself?”

Corporal Jeong, who was inspecting the gun from the side, spoke soothingly.

Both are sergeants, but Sergeant Jeong was promoted this month and Sergeant Choi was scheduled to be discharged this month.

“A zombie in his later years. Fuck, a zombie in his later years. In the entire world, no, in the entire universe, there’s no one who’s had a worse military career than me.”

“Ugh, how many times has this story been told? The way I see it, we’ll never be discharged. Just clear your mind. Hey, Chanyeol.”

Sergeant Jeong gestured to Chanyeol.

“Private Kim Chan-yeol.”

“Give me one too.”

“Ah… I don’t have much either. You said you’d pay me back in one pack a few days ago.”

“Hey, I got it. When I go to the mart today, I’ll risk my life to get you some cigarettes.”

“Ha, there really isn’t much… … .”

Kim Chan-yeol fumbled with his few remaining cigarettes and reluctantly handed one over.

Then, Sergeant Jeong tilted his head as if something was strange.

“Huh? But Chanyeol, you don’t smoke this. Did you change your cigarettes?”

“In this day and age, would you smoke it by choice? You just received it from someone.”

“Take it? Who does such a pretty thing?”

Jae-Yeol’s face flashed through Kim Chan-Yeol’s mind.

I only saw him a few times, but he seemed strangely comfortable and likeable.

Is it because we exchanged punches?

“Yes. Can I have a light?”

“No, I have a lighter.”

Suddenly, when I was talking about the platoon leader, Jae-yi’s face, who had been worried about me, came to mind.

That was a really worried look.

The old bastard next to me is still whining about his discharge from the military.

‘Oh, platoon leader… … .’

I forgot.

Who knows what kind of crazy loot that crazy bastard will try to grab today.

Squeak!

A line of six-ton ​​trucks stopped in front of a large supermarket with a loud noise.

As previously instructed, no one got out and the guns were unlocked.

If they’re there, they’ll hear the sound and come running.

Even though it was morning, I couldn’t see anything because of the thick fog.

It was a grotesque background that seemed to come out of a foreign horror movie.

How many dozens of seconds had passed since we were busy looking around, listening to each other’s breathing?

The passenger door opened and the platoon leader got out first.

The following signal is received.

The soldiers who had been grouped by platoon soon split into squads and took up positions at the corners of the intersection where there was a large supermarket.

The fact that there was no reaction despite hearing the loud noise of the six-wheeled truck meant that the surrounding area was safe.

Still, I couldn’t feel at ease.

Only after all members of the company had thoroughly searched the area around the mart was the order given to enter the mart.

Squeak! Squeak!

As I forced open the automatic door that wouldn’t open, the metal latch screamed.

As planned, two platoons stood guard outside, while the remaining two platoons went inside.

If you heard gunshots outside, you had to go outside and get on the ground without fail. You had to get back before more guys would rush in after hearing the gunshots.

The inside of the mart, untouched by human hands, was filled with a cool, almost chilly air.

Kim Chan-yeol, who entered with a tense expression and a wary look on his face, felt goosebumps from the unpleasant cold air.

“Sword.”

As the platoon leader’s voice echoed low through the walls, each member of the platoon placed a dagger under the muzzle of their gun.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The platoon leader, who had arrived at the checkout counter, roughly slammed the stainless steel counter with the butt of his gun.

The first task was to check the interior.

Kim Chan-yeol swallowed dry saliva while sticking out the tip of his dagger.

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