Apocalypse Tyrant

Survival of the Fittest (1)

“…Has it been about a day?”

I squinted at the sun perfectly centered in the sky.

I couldn’t know the exact time since I had used my smartphone, which could check the time, as bait.

Growl—

I could only check the time roughly by the degree of hunger.

The last thing I remember eating was chicken mayo for lunch, so—

I hadn’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours.

“In that sense, this is another unique torture…”

[Point Shop Lv.1]

[Suspicious and hard chocolate bar (Warning: It’s quite chewy!): 5p]
…
[Seasoned chicken with some warmth left: 20p]
…
[Lobster without much meat: 40p]

From as little as 5 points to 20 points, 40 points…

Familiar foods with plenty of adjectives attached as if touting in the shop window.

“…Tsk!”

I clicked my tongue briefly while swallowing the saliva that formed just from reading the displayed text.

Well, I naturally understood that there would be a shop window if there was a status window.

But the problem was the price, the price.

The price of the “suspicious chocolate bar” or whatever at the very top was 5 points.

So it meant I had to smash 5 zombie heads to get one of those “suspicious chocolate bars”.

That ambiguous seasoned chicken was a whopping 20 zombie heads.

In other words, it meant investing points that could raise 20 stats into a single meal.

“This is nothing short of highway robbery.”

The most outrageous thing was the “item” located at the bottom of the shop window.

Yes, item.

This object visible to my eyes now was something that couldn’t be expressed as food or miscellaneous goods.

[Infection Cure]

Literally, the master key that could solve this zombie apocalypse at once.

The price of this item, which was almost like a spare life, was…

[Infection Cure: Please suggest a reasonable price.]

It was ‘suggest first’.

This isn’t some Henesys free market.

The buyer has to suggest the price first.

I immediately realized when I saw that self-defensive sentence full of determination to definitely hit me from behind and make me a sucker.

This ‘status window’ wasn’t very friendly to me.

It’s true that it made me special with the unknown power called stats, but it didn’t mean I had become invincible.

[Would you like to upgrade the Shop (Lv.1) to refresh more items? (Pay 100p)]

Of course, looking at the last notification of the shop window, that doesn’t seem to be the end—

But 100 points was too far-fetched for me, who was struggling without even 1 point.

“The conclusion is that it’s idiotic to waste precious points just to eat a meal.”

Right now, I needed 1 point, 1 point of stats that would make me a little stronger more than food to satisfy my hunger.

I could solve hunger with the food in the store right below the rooftop anyway.

“…So.”

Get out, you zombie bastards!

A piece of jar flying towards the abandoned vehicles in the Humanities Building along a quite forceful parabola.

It was a piece made by smashing the soil-filled jar where smokers used to throw their cigarette butts.

Clang—!

The jar piece that flew in a semicircle hit the windshield of an abandoned vehicle.

Honk—! Honk—! Honk—!

And it starts to make the sound I wanted.

“Keeeeeek—!”

Zombies stimulated by the new sound rush out of the Humanities Building towards the car alarm sound.

Black dots already filling the Humanities Building lawn.

“…They’re really like cockroaches.”

It’s really no different from cockroaches, still swarming out no matter how many times you pull them out.

I glanced at the jar where cigarette butts were collected while watching zombies still crawling out of the Humanities Building.

Perhaps because I had thrown them vigorously since the sun rose, now only a few jar pieces remained.

Keeeeeek—!

Gradually, zombies crawling out of the Humanities Building were no longer visible.

But that didn’t mean all the zombies inside the Humanities Building had come out.

It was a fact I learned thanks to continuous attempts since morning, but while they were affected by sound, it didn’t mean sound was their top priority.

There was a high probability that the Humanities Building was still a zombie paradise full of zombies.

“…It should succeed soon.”

Although I’m waiting quite patiently, it’s inevitable to get anxious gradually.

I walked towards the rooftop door while stretching my hand towards the empty air.

Thud—!

As I grasped the empty air, a metal pipe of appropriate length settled in my hand as if by magic.

It was a blunt weapon I found among bundles that looked like materials brought up to repair the rooftop resting area.

An appropriate length obtained after filtering out metal pipes that were too long or short.

“…It’s still amazing to see it again.”

I smiled slightly while turning the metal pipe that had appeared with a pop from thin air like magic.

Inventory.

The first transcendental phenomenon I experienced in this stingy status window that didn’t even give skills.

Items stored in the inventory freely crossed dimensions according to my will.

[Inventory Lv.1]

(Empty)
(Empty)
(Empty)

[Warning: Inventory cannot be used during combat.]

[Would you like to upgrade the Inventory (Lv.1) to store heavier and more items? (Pay 50p)]

Status, Shop, Inventory.

It was literally a status window equipped with everything except skills.

“How do you really get skills…”

With such a full-fledged status window, there’s no way there aren’t skills.

Putting aside the question that had been continuing since last night, I carefully opened the rooftop door.

I stepped over the threshold with exaggeratedly large strides while staring intently at the bottom of the rooftop door.

The stale air that moistened my tongue the moment I entered the Humanities Building from the wide-open rooftop.

Feeling the transition from outside to inside, I took careful steps like a cat.

I stopped in the small corridor connecting the rooftop and 4th floor and pricked up my ears.

…

A space as quiet as a mouse, without even breath leaking out.

I carefully took out a coin from my pocket.

After confirming with a slight glance that nothing was visible in front of the store, I lightly flicked my thumb.

Ting—!

The coin flew towards the corridor in front of the store, repeatedly spinning vigorously.

Ting— Tingiriring—!

Before the thrown coin completely stuck to the ground, it bobbed up and down repeatedly making small noises.

“Keeeeeek—!”

And a zombie’s roar reacting to that noise.

I only slightly poked my head out to check the zombie running towards the coin with thundering steps.

“Keeeeeek—!”

…One.

My eyes sparkled as I watched the zombie turning its head back and forth in the corridor in front of the store.

Finally, only one reacted to the sound I made.

“…Hoo—!”

After lightly exhaling as if shaking off tension, I fully exposed my body to the corridor, which had only been peeking out before.

Ting—! Ting—!

Then I deliberately hit the metal pipe on the floor to draw its attention.

“Keeeeeek—!”

A single zombie charging towards me, shaking its head madly after seeing me watching it from the top of the stairs.

I started running without looking back as soon as I felt it had spotted me.

Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!

Rough footsteps chasing me, breaking through the stairs violently.

I leaped over the rooftop door I had left open and widened the distance from the door.

“…Hoo— Hoo— Hoo—!”

Even though it was a plan I had simulated over and over, I couldn’t help feeling nervous.

I kept lightly shaking the hand holding the metal pipe, waving it back and forth.

“Keeeeeek—!”

A chilling monstrous sound that really doesn’t get any better no matter how many times I hear it.

Following the stairs it’s climbing up, its bloodshot eyes fixed on me appear, followed by its torso and legs.

Seeing me waiting for it beyond the rooftop door, it started sprinting while desperately reaching out its hand.

It must have seemed clear that if it ran just a little more, delicious prey would be within reach.

“Keeeeeek—!”

If only it could have kept running.

Thud—!

There was no time to hesitate or delay.

I ran as if sliding towards the zombie that had fallen to the ground exactly as I had thought.

The zombie bastard caught in the trap I had tied as tightly as possible under the rooftop door.

My carefully prepared varsity jacket was dangling, caught on its right ankle.

“Keeeee—!”

Bizarre movements flailing about trying to stand up immediately after falling face down on the ground like a frog.

However, as prepared and prepared again, my metal pipe was striking down at the appropriate distance.

In a posture of kneeling on one knee to hit as accurately as possible, the metal pipe strikes the aiming point directly.

Splat—!

The sound of something being crushed and my hands stinging severely as if a mouse would fly, even though I was clearly the one who hit.

However, I absolutely couldn’t make the stupid mistake of dropping the weapon now.

Biting my lip hard, I somehow gripped the metal pipe tightly again.

Splat—! Splat—!

The metal pipe kept striking down without even checking what had happened to it.

I only felt something getting on my face, but I couldn’t think of anything.

My mind was only filled with the single process of striking down with the metal pipe.

“Die—! Die—! Die—! Die—!”

Splat—! Splat—! Splat—! Splat—!

[You have acquired points.]

Until a definite confirmation kill woke me up.

“…”

[Strength: 1 -> 2]

[Remaining Points: 1 -> 0]

Only then did I quietly stand up and wipe my face with my forearm.

Sticky liquid showing up especially darker on the black T-shirt.

Splat—!

After striking its crushed head one more time, I quietly looked down at it.

“…”

Only after confirming that there was no movement for about 3 minutes did I flip its body over with a kick.

Unlike the dented and damaged back of the head, a face frowning full of anger.

No, I’m not sure if it’s anger.

Maybe it’s hunger, or a face frowning in pain.

But more than that, it was a female student’s face.

Only now could I clearly see that it was a female college student around my age.

Drip—! Drip—!
Dark red blood flowing down the end of the metal pipe since earlier.

No, black blood with almost no red tint left was falling from the metal pipe onto the rooftop floor.

Thud—!

I firmly grasped my right hand, which had been trembling since who knows when, with my left hand as if to calm it.

Although I knew it wasn’t murder, somehow my body felt like it couldn’t accept it.

There was no time to be caught up in emotions when I might have to do this many more times in the future.

I moved the metal pipe back to my inventory, then quietly bent down over the zombie corpse.

Rip rip rip—!

With a violent gesture of tearing clothes, purple cardigan buttons scattered through the air.

As soon as I tore off the cardigan, protruding breasts and a blue bra were revealed.

Jeans wrapping the lower body continuing with a beautiful curve from breasts bigger than expected.

If it weren’t a zombie, it would have been an attractive figure easily surpassing the top 1%.

Probably a body type that would have made quite a few men in her department cry.

I too would have been unable to even speak to, let alone hug, this queen bee in normal times, but that didn’t matter much now.

“Uweeek—!”

Dry heaving that burst out uncontrollably when taking off the jeans of the randomly sprawled corpse.

After spitting out the stomach acid that suddenly came up beyond my esophagus onto the floor, I took off the jeans again.

“…Found it.”

I muttered as I found the smartphone after a hard struggle.

Touching the smartphone that looked like an iPhone, a lock screen greeted me.

Is this the iPhone’s Face ID?

“…Fuck.”

I clicked my tongue looking at the obviously locked iPhone.

I clearly remember seeing a post on an internet community saying you can’t unlock fingerprint locks with corpses.

Then that Face ID or whatever probably won’t work on corpses either.

“It’s a bust.”

Tsk—!

I clicked my tongue lightly again and looked down at the half-naked zombie corpse.

Those torn clothes needed to be well knotted and woven into new door traps or ropes.

“They say a clever rabbit digs three holes…”

The more routes to escape when an unexpected zombie wave hits through the rooftop door, the better.

After stripping off all the clothes, what should I do with that corpse…

Really, the more I looked, the more of a waste that body was.

If she had asked me for help as a human and not a zombie, I would have definitely helped her for appropriate compensation, that’s how much.

But that’s the story if she weren’t a zombie.

No matter how starved for sexual desire, I didn’t have the abnormal sexual desire to fuck a corpse.

“…Let’s begin.”

I whispered after shaking my head vigorously as if shaking off idle thoughts.

This is the start from now on.

I had to keep luring zombies into traps to acquire points.

After killing zombies, I had to loot necessary items from their corpses.

“First, the top priority is…”

Securing the store right below intact.