The Girl Wants to Be Murdered

TL/Editor: Butter Cat

Status: 4/week mon-thurs

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〈 Chapter 94 〉 888. The Chapter of the Girl and the Zombie (6)

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And so, day after day.

"—Heehee. Last night was fun, Hwa-min unnie! Your embrace was… very warm..."

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".......I know what you guys are thinking, but it's not like that. It's not like that, you jerks!! Jung-eun, stop looking at me like that! Hey, Yeon-ah! The phone's not going to work anyway, so who are you even trying to call!?"

Food, clothing, and shelter.

Even the bare minimum necessities required to live a decent life as human beings were either scarce or slightly defective.

"Why am I on the same team as you again!!! You guys planned this, didn't you? You totally planned this, right!?"

"Huhuhu… Jung-eun, I told you. You can never escape from me…!"

"Ahhhhhhh—!!"

—Crash.

Still, we were living tenaciously, even in that deficient environment.

My friend, who had once been consumed by fear, had regained the composure to look at her surroundings.

And my junior, who had once lost her sense of responsibility, had found the resolve to stand on her own two feet again.

And.

"....Hahaha!"

"Don't laugh! I'm serious!!"

I was able to laugh a genuine laugh, one that wasn't forced or born from despair,

But from joy rising from deep within my heart.

If this small child younger than me is trying this hard to live, I, as her older sister, should at least set a good example, right?

Honestly, we were far too lacking to be called adults, but even so, we had our pride that wouldn't let us give up.

As a human, I shouldn’t act shamelessly in front of a child.

"—Heehee! We're on the same team again today, Yeon-ah unnie!"

"....Now, let's try to win together again today, Hee-ah. If we finish too quickly, it'll be boring, so should we go easy on them today?"

"....Hey? Are you challenging us right now?"

Like that.

Even if the world we lived in was slowly hurtling towards its end, even if the hope we believed in was worth less than a flickering candle in the wind.

We were able to do our best in our given positions in this unreasonable world.

We were able to renew our resolve to never give up on life and endure until the very end.

But while the environment can influence one's heart, one's heart cannot change the environment.

Even if you look at the world from a different perspective, you couldn't change the rule that living necessarily comes with its price.

Yes.

That's why, eventually.

—Tap.

"....We're almost out."

That day was bound to come.

Day 58 after the zombie outbreak.

In other words, the fortieth day since we started living together in this house.

The canned food had almost completely run out.

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—Tick, tick.

"......Damn it."

Words that I wouldn’t dare utter in front of Hee-ah flowed from my mouth.

Staring at the empty cupboard, I realized I was biting on the nail of my thumb with my teeth.

It was a habit I had supposedly stopped when I entered high school. But in this urgent and critical situation, I didn’t have the time to be mindful of such things.

Well, there's no one around now to scold me for biting my nails anyway.

"What can we do, Hwa-min? This was inevitable. I'm pretty surprised that the canned goods lasted this long?"

"....That's true, but."

Strictly speaking, Jung-eun wasn't wrong.

The supplies that we initially thought would last a month at most had somehow stretched to nearly 40 days, with a few items still remaining.

One or two days. Maybe even four days if we rationed it.

The canned goods had done their job well, lasting ten days longer than expected.

Perhaps because all we did at home was occasionally check around the house for any damage to the walls and make sure no zombies had secretly climbed over the fence.

Of course, we had one or two battles here and there, but since we were mostly staying still, we didn't get hungry that often and considering the current situation, our appetites had naturally decreased. All these factors combined to make the food last longer.

Yes, we had endured well.

But—

"—We need to go out, Jung-eun."

"....You're right."

The moment of choice had finally come for us, who had been staying put.

Though, can you really call it a choice when the options are whether to keep living or quietly choose death here.

If it were the old us, we might have suggested staying here and waiting until we starved to death from exhaustion....

"—Well, then we'll have to go out."

"....I knew you'd say that. Must be nice being so carefree."

"Huh?"

But the current us were different.

58 days.

Almost two months had passed since this mess started.

During that time, we hadn't seen a single rescue helicopter, let alone one falling from the sky in flames.

Had the world really ended, with just us remaining.

Or were there others barricading themselves somewhere other than here, surrounded by barbed wire fences?

We couldn't know anything.

We couldn't see anything.

"—Alright, alright! Everyone gather 'round! We have important matters to discuss~!"

"Yo~ Yeon-ah. Bring Hee-ah downstairs slowly. And be careful on the stairs."

"—Yes. Let's go, Hee-ah."

However, amidst all this uncertainty, one thing was absolutely clear.

The fact that we have to leave this house.

The fact that to survive, we had to open the door and take a step outside.

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—Tap.

"First off, securing supplies is our top priority. Do you understand this much, sunbae?"

"Well, for now?"

"....It's not 'for now', sunbae."

The meeting began with Yeon-ah at the center, drawing on the chalkboard while explaining, with me, Hee-ah, and Jung-eun sitting around her.

On the green chalkboard was a detailed map of the general area and the routes to the mart we were planning to reach.

"...I'll continue."

"Yes, ma'am~ Teacher Yeon-ah!"

"...Hwa-min sunbae, if you keep doing that, I'm going to get mad, okay?"

The drawing was so precise that from a distance it could be mistaken for a photograph.

It was Yeon-ah's work, drawn purely from memory, without any map or other aid.

"Considering their characteristics of being sensitive to smell and sound, driving a car which inevitably creates noise and emits exhaust fumes would be suicidal. Moreover, with all the abandoned cars and other obstacles, it’s not a place for beginners like us who have never driven before to be driving."

"I guess we're lucky the mart is within walking distance, at least…"

"Yes. It's about a five-minute walk from here, so no problem."

It's not like we did nothing over the past two months either.

From observing the commercial district and watching the zombies wandering around this house, we had long since thoroughly analyzed exactly what these creatures responded to and how they behaved.

Well, when all you can see around you is zombies, you end up studying them whether you want to or not.

However, there was one concerning point.

"Those bastards are unexpectedly smart... No, dumb?"

"They definitely seem to be acting with a specific purpose in mind, but unfortunately, there’s no way for us to know for now."

These creatures weren't mindless like the zombies typically portrayed in movies.

They knew to slide open sliding doors, and we even saw them pressing elevator buttons to move between floors.

The slowly closing elevator doors, and me watching from afar.

I still haven’t forgotten the zombie’s eyes staring at me through that narrow gap.

Also, whether related to their intelligence or not, they also seemed to prioritize attacking those who looked relatively weaker, rather than groups of people armed with weapons.

Well, at this point it's probably safe to say they definitely possess intelligence.

Our only saving grace is that their physical abilities were weak.

So weak that even someone with little strength like me or Yeon-ah could fend them off if we tried, to that extent.

Of course, as if mocking that, they would surround us with their overwhelming numbers... but the reason they couldn't enter our house where we were staying, despite clearly knowing we were inside, is because they lacked the strength to climb over the fence.

If they had just a little more strength, they would have been able to climb over easily.

In fact, there were ones, though a small minority, that trampled their fellow zombies and managed to climb over the fence.

However, there are still things we don't understand.

Like why, when two people who looked no different from each other were running away separately, would all the zombies chase after only one of them.

I even entertained the thought that perhaps something like 'taste preferences' could exist among zombies too… but that was too difficult a question for us, who aren't professional researchers.

Right.

Let's not think about such complicated details.

There was only one thing we needed to do.

"—Then, sunbae. That's all for now."

"....Okay."

To do our utmost best in every moment.

In order to reunite with our families who we can no longer meet.

In order to move forward for the sake of the friends we've lost and may never meet again.

And above all.

"Tomorrow, we raid the mart. That is all."

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In order to survive.

That’s all there was to it.

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