The Girl Wants to Be Murdered

TL/Editor: Butter Cat

Status: 4/week mon-thurs

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〈 Chapter 92 〉 888. The Chapter of the Zombie and the Girl (4)

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"Hwa-min…! Hurry…!"

Should I run away, or should I stand and fight.

I was deep in thought, staring at the red monster right in front of me.

If I turned around and ran now, although everything I had gained on this journey would become worthless in an instant, at least I could save my life.

Of course, a difficult journey would follow, but that would simply mean building everything up again from the beginning.

If I simply retraced the path I had already walked once, both the difficulty and time required would be reduced.

But.

Was that really the best choice?

"......I."

If I were to cast aside my fear and fight the monster.

If I were to make the biggest and perhaps the last gamble of my life, risking my own life, something considered the last resort for humans.

I could protect everything. My comrades who had endured hardships with me, the weapons imbued with memories, even the pet following behind me, all the bonds and memories I had built.

The reward hanging on one side of the scale was worth betting my life on the other.

The heavy weight of choice, where a single gesture could determine everything.

Faced with this, I finally made my decision and──

───Beep beep beep, beep beep beep!!

"Whoa! Wh-what!?"

"Ah. Time's up, Hwa-min sunbae."

With an alarm sound loud enough to make my eardrums burst, I dropped the dice I was holding.

Roll roll.

The face that came up on the rolling dice showed the words 'Critical Fail'.

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"Didn't I tell you to roll quickly!? Huh? Lee Hwa-min, you wanna die!? How long does it take you to roll one die!?"

"Ueeeeeeeh───"

Shake, shake.

I was being vigorously shaken, Jung-eun’s hand gripping my collar.

Jung-eun, with veins popping out on her forehead, demanded to know why I had to drag things out so long, that if I’m going to run away, run away quickly, and if I’m going to fight, close my eyes and fight.

Every time her strong hand shook my collar, a pathetic scream, like the sound of someone making noises with their mouth open in front of a fan, escaped my lips.

Hiing.....

"Don't be so angry, Jung-eun. It's just a game, a game. This is why the news keeps saying that games promote violence──Ack!?"

"You're the last person who should be saying that!? You're dead meat today, brat!!"

Crash bang.

Objects went flying through the air.

"Yeon-ah unnie. What happens in this case?"

"Hmm....I think it was written somewhere here… Ah, found it. It says, 'If a player takes longer than two minutes to make their move, all actions during that turn are nullified and the turn passes to their opponent.' It's our turn now, Hee-ah."

"Aha."

Leaving behind the board game littered with scattered dice and cards, Hee-ah and Yeon-ah, now as close as family, were sweetly reconfirming the rules together.

It seemed like this rule was implemented to prevent situations where someone would drag out their turn.

So that's why there was something like a stopwatch in the board game box.

Today as well, I was learning from my defeat.

"Uwaaaaaah─, uwaaa──"

"Die...! Die…!"

By the way, when will she stop.

I, being tossed around like grain being threshed, was waiting for Jung-eun's anger to subside.

"I swear, I'm never being on your team again! Hee-ah...! Be on my team...! Please? Pretty please…!! If I team up with this bastard one more time, I'll die from frustration…!!"

"No way, Jung-eun sunbae! Hee-ah is on my team!"

"....Mm-hmm."

And there you have it, Jung-eun repeating the same thing for the seventh time.

Hahaha. No matter how much you deny it, in the end, we are destined to be together again, you know?

Just watch.

Whether we draw lots or play rock-paper-scissors, the two of us will forever be a team…!

You are not a free person...!

Come on, come on…! Stop struggling and come to my side!

—Smack, smack!

"You son of a bitch──!!"

"Hehehe…! Guh, keheuk! Hey, wait, stop! My bones, my bones are hit…!"

By the way, that alarm was surprisingly loud.

If we used it outside, it would probably attract every zombie in the area.

Well, of course, we had absolutely no intention of leisurely setting up a board game and playing outside anyway.

No one would even think of doing that.

Rub, rub.

".....ugh."

As Jung-eun was choking me.

I carefully massaged the inside of my ears, which were still throbbing from the sudden noise.

Day 34 after the zombie outbreak.

The seventeenth day since we met Hee-ah.

A daily life that seemed impossibly bright and happy compared to before, with everyone smiling without a shadow of worry.

...Yes.

"........."

It was a life that seemed too happy to be true.

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"Huu. I wonder if summer is coming soon."

I hate summer because it's too hot.

The cool breeze that blew during early spring nights was gradually losing its freshness.

Feeling time flowing on regardless of what I did, I quietly looked up at the night sky densely packed with stars.

The city that used to be so full of streetlights and neon signs that it was hard to find even a single star.

That place had now become a village where not a single small light could be seen, a perfect observatory for stargazing.

Under the moon, slowly filling from a half-moon to a full moon.

I looked at the canned food in my hand, using the bright moonlight as my light source.

—01. 22. 2019.

"....So boring."

The reflected text indicated January 22nd of next year.

A little less than a year from now, a time both short and long.

That was the remaining shelf life of this canned food.

Just like the mountain of vegetables we couldn’t finish even though we all ate as much as we could and had to throw away eventually, even canned goods that were supposed to last a long time would become inedible after three more seasons pass.

Even the ones stored inside the house.

Even the canned goods left behind in marts that no one took.

Perhaps even the freshly manufactured ones stored in the factory, all of them.

As time passed, a foul odor would start emanating from the cans, and the surrounding area would be completely taken over by fruit flies and insects attracted by the smell.

Yes.

It would all rot from the inside out.

['■■■■■■....']

['■■....■■■......']

"—Just like you guys, so annoying."

Just like those things still wandering outside this mansion (house) even now.

Even with a mountain of food piled up in the storage room, it couldn't be infinite when faced with the consumption of a family of four, three high school students in their growth spurt and one child.

In fact, most of the perishable foods, including vegetables, have already been eaten or thrown away by us.

Since we were minimizing physical activity by just lounging around inside the house, we could be satisfied with just two meals a day.

Thanks to that, if you could call it thanks, the storage room hadn't completely hit bottom yet.

Furthermore, if we add the canned food we brought with us when we came to this house, we could probably hold out for about another month.

But—

"......Huu."

How long could this peace really last.

A month had already passed since what we called the 'zombie outbreak' began.

The city lights remained dark without ever coming back on, and televisions and mobile phones stayed dead with black screens.

Well, since we couldn’t even charge them or connect them to a power source in the first place, I wonder if "dead" is the right word.

Even on the radio, now considered an antique that runs on batteries, we couldn't hear anything beyond static noise.

In the sky I kept looking up at until my neck hurts, there wasn't a single sparrow to be seen, let alone rescue helicopters flying around.

Even the survivors who could be seen occasionally before, not a single person has been seen recently.

Therefore.

It might sound surprising, or perhaps obvious, but.

We had actually given up on being rescued a long time ago.

How much longer would we have to wait.

Would a rescue team really come if we just waited.

Perhaps the outside world, except for us, had already been destroyed.

Because we had no hope, because we no longer had any expectations.

We were able to laugh, and laugh like crazy, and continue living.

Because.

"—Haha."

That was the only way we could endure.

The only way we could survive one more meaningless day.

When we close our eyes today, tomorrow will begin again.

The gradually disappearing food supplies, the countdown ticking down one by one.

Faced with the decreasing numbers, we would smile brightly and start another game.

Just like that, another day would begin.

And another day would pass.

Passing by.

And passing by again.

Like that, in the end.

The moment when that number points to zero, a number signifying nothing.

What will we──

—Tap.

"—Hwa-min, unnie?"

"......!?"

Perhaps it was because I was absorbed in admiring the quiet night sky.

Lost in deep thought, I didn't notice someone walking right up behind me until they tapped my back.

With a hiccup. Feeling my heart sink at the sudden touch.

I turned around.

"—Heehee. It's Hwa-min unnie!"

"......."

And there, stood a girl looking at me.

Not the kind that seems devoid of color, giving that fading impression.

But a pure white, untouched by any dirt. "Purity" that's the first impression that came to mind.

A child whose everything was white.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

"—Hee-ah."

"Yes. It's Hee-ah. Do you have something on your mind, Hwa-min unnie?"

In the space between the open door of the veranda, with the curtain fluttering like flower petals.

Hee-ah stood there, bathed in the soft moonlight.

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