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Tick,
Tick.
Tick -
The second hand of the clock pointed to the number 12.
It's 10 o'clock.
Click -
Degurrurur -
Kwaang -!
“Throw more.”
A black, round object poured out of the female protagonist's bag.
“Remove the pin, 3 o’clock position.”
Jungkook swallowed hard. He held the black object, pointed at exactly 3 o'clock.
Jungkook threw it at the right spot despite the distance he wanted to reach due to his strength. It seemed to have worked because the zombies' noises decreased.
“Okay, that was good.”
The female protagonist, with a smile on her lips, straightened her tangled hair and stroked the back of Jeongguk's round head with a proud heart.I stroked it once.
“Miss. There’s dust on your hands.”
“...Miss? Hey, your hair is dirtier?”
Next to the dumbfounded female lead, Jeongguk focused again on finding his target.
The female protagonist discovered the target before Jeong-guk.
“See over there, 4 o’clock.”
“Uh...yes. Oh, it’s running.”
In the distance, corpses with heads are walking and running on the road.
“Hmm, I see. Then change the direction a bit, and throw it now.”
But since when have they been able to run? They've evolved and it's crazy.
Whoosh -
Kwaang -!
Several nearby cars exploded and caught fire as bombs exploded in quick succession. Frowning at the deafening roar, Yeo-ju led Jeong-guk into hiding in a nearby building.
“This is why I hate bombs. They’re so noisy.”
“You brought a lot of things I don’t like.”
The explosion stopped and the surroundings became quiet.
Thump, thump. Thump - unusual footstep sounds.
Yeah, it's so quiet that you can hear it well. A normal person can't tell the difference between zombie footsteps and human footsteps. They're almost the same.
The heroine was not an ordinary person, and it was possible to tell the difference.
Ah, this is the sound of a zombie kid. This is the sound of a stupid human.
The heroine looked at Jeongguk and said, "In... a minute? They'll be swarming around." Jeongguk nodded, took a few bullets out of his jacket pocket, and rolled them in his palm.
" ah. "
The female protagonist let out a single sigh and looked at him as if she didn't like him, but Jeong-guk, though puzzled, just loaded the bullet.
" why. "
“No.. It’s not that much, should I use a gun, Jungkook?”
“I don’t want to suffer.”
....Yeah...Okay. If our Jungkook doesn't want to suffer, then that's what it's like. Sigh, how am I supposed to take care of a kid who doesn't even listen to me anymore~ Jungkook grumbled to the female lead who was nagging, asking why she was talking like that again, and the female lead laughed and handed Jungkook her bag before moving away.
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Jungkook is feeling uneasy right now.
I was about to easily cut off the heads of the disgusting things that rushed at me with my gun, but thanks to the heroine, I couldn't do that and instead took out my dagger. I stretched my body and stabbed the head of the zombie at the very front. I ran in front of the falling zombie, pulled out the knife I had stabbed, and cut off the heads of the zombies on both sides.
There were quite a few zombies who came running after hearing the sound of the huge explosion.
“Geungkka..., ... I told you not to make a fuss for no reason. ... Ugh; It’s dirty.”
He kicked the face of a zombie with blood streaming from its eyes, leaving a bloodstain on his shoe. He wanted to swear, but held it back. No fucking way. No fucking way..., Jungkook slit the throats of three zombies in front of him at once and blew up their heads with his fist.
I couldn't help but curse at the disgusting sensation I felt after not wearing gloves for a long time.
“Shit.”
“ ........ ”
Even the dog is forbidden.
Jungkook turned his head in the direction Yeoju was facing.
You must have heard. Oh.
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“Jimna, stop looking out the window and look next to you.”
Jimin had been staring outside for thirty minutes. The car rattled a lot because of the obstacles in the way. Yoongi rested his elbows on the window frame, resting his chin on it, and stared intently at Jimin. Unable to bear the stinging gaze, Jimin turned his head and pouted, trying to say, "What, why?", but Yoongi seemed to be regretting ignoring Jimin, and just listened quietly.
After a while, Yoongi looked back at the cool air he felt, and Jimin, who discovered it first, shouted.
“Ack!! Put your head down!!”
Taang -! Taang -! Kwajik.
Chaeng-grang-!!
“Ugh, shit...!”
Everyone lowered their heads as bullets flew at them all at once, and Seokjin drove busily, avoiding the cars following him.
When the gunfire stopped for a moment, all four people in the car grabbed their weapons and jumped out. They rolled on the asphalt, leaving their injured bodies behind, and scattered, using the abandoned cars on the road as shields.
The brown combat vehicle that was chasing me stopped on the blocked road.
Four men got out of the car.
“Hey!! Where are you hiding? Aren’t you coming out?!”
A man shouted loudly.
Yoon-gi, who was hiding behind the white truck, was close to them and his voice was loud.
“Why are you yelling so loudly?”
Yoon-ki, who had loaded a small pistol, leaned his head against the truck and sighed. I have to get another car.
“If you’re going to die anyway, wouldn’t it be better to die early? Come out quickly!”
The man shouted again into the quiet road.
“..... It’s better to die early, you know.”
After glancing at the location and getting up, Yun-gi fired three shots in succession.
Bang-!
One is the head of the noisy guy.
Clank.
Bang-!
The two are the hearts of the guy next to him.
“Uh...uh...what is it!!!”
Clank.
Bang-!
The third is the neck of a guy trying to run away.
Yoongi, who had dealt with the three in an instant before they could even find him, nodded at Taehyung, who was on the other side.
“What are you doing, you idiot, not opening your mouth?”
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Min Yoongi / 24 years old
National shooting team, gold medal- retreat