Chapter 4
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Chapter 4: To the Adventure Trip
So, I scavenged the room and got ready to go.
Equipment check
Weapon: Grandfather’s Katana (+255 Attack)
Armor: School Jersey (+62 Defense)
Sports Shoes (+57 Speed)
Others: Black-rimmed Glasses (+100 Vision)
Rubber hair-band (+9 Speed, +5 Accuracy)
Well, the parameters in bracket are random.
I’m in the mood.
Incidentally, the contents of the backpack are:
Item: Delicious water (Recovers HP when consumed)
CalorieMate (too good)
All-purpose knife (dismantles ingredients)
Flashlight (Ghosts are not scary!)
Spare Clothes
It was like this.
I’m all set to go, and after grabbing the doorknob to go out, I take a moment to look back at my house.
Thanks to the late Mr. Tanaka, the smell of death is already spreading throughout the house.
Hmmm, no regrets.
Now, let’s go outside.
As I opened the door, my eyes met with a zombie (the first one I saw) who was still hanging around.
“Ugw…”
Before he could finish what he was saying.
“Ha…”
I stabbed the tip of my blade between the “zombie’s” eyes with minimal effort.
It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the zombie lost its power beneath its feet.
It was easily neutralized successfully.
Mmm-hmm. I guess zombies are not as big a deal as I thought.
But I didn’t have any time to spare.
A female zombie with long hair and glasses jumps out from behind the first zombie.
“Ok.”
This time, with a little more force, I destroyed the woman’s brain with her entire pair of glasses.
And another one.
From the far end of the corridor, I see a man walking towards me with a tottering gait.
So I came up with a little experiment.
I wondered how much damage kills the zombies.
…Oh, just so you know, this is not an outburst of some hidden cruelty hobby or anything like that.
I thought it would be very important and reasonable to study their ecology now, as I plan to engage in a back-and-forth battle with the zombies in the future.
I don’t want it to be like …, you don’t learn about the biology of zombies until you’re in trouble.
The only time to do this kind of thing is while you can afford it.
“That’s why I’m sorry.”
“Kooooo…”
Now that you’ve confirmed your identity, let’s get started.
For example, zombies are often seen in movies as dying only when their heads are destroyed.
I stabbed the Japanese sword as hard as I could into the heart of the zombie that was wobbling a few meters away.
I can feel its ribs cracking and the flesh ripping. The reddish-black blood splashes on my cheek, but I don’t care. The bad feeling I had when I stabbed Mr. Tanaka has already disappeared. I’m a highly adaptable girl.
“Yeah.”
As I twisted my wrist with the sword still in hand, blood spread slowly across the zombie’s chest.
What is it?
“Uoooooooo!”
Too bad, he looks perfectly fine.
“So long,” I say, drawing my sword.
I then cut off both arms that were stretched out toward me with a single slash of my sword.
With a poof, the zombie’s arms fly and fall to the floor.
“Once more.”
Muttering, I flicked both his legs in front of me.
Losing his knee, he lied in a pool of blood, spattering the area with a messy red color.
“Fumu…”
I waited in a daze for a few minutes.
“Uo… ubo…”
I think its losing energy.
However, it seems that he won’t die until I destroy the head.
I felt sorry to leave him alone, so I thrust my sword into his head.
Then, the wriggling caterpillar-like zombie simply stopped moving.
Thank you for your cooperation in this experiment. Unnamed zombie.
The other thing I’m curious about is the conditions for mutation.
I don’t want to do an experiment where I get bitten on purpose, and I’m sure I’m the type that would pass out if bitten. It seems that Mr. Tanaka also mutated after one bite.
The problem is the type that can become airborne.
If that’s the pattern, there’s nothing I can do about it. There is no way to prevent it.
If I were truly a person “Chosen by God”, I would have been born with antibodies or something like that, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
But, well, there’s no point in dwelling on this.
Let’s try not to think too much about this, shall we?
For complete peace of mind, though, it would be better to show up at a place where people gather and share a lot of information.
Hmm.
Then I could narrow down where I should go next.
And so I left my ramshackle apartment in a hurry.
Farewell home. I’ll be back when I feel like it.
You know, to clean and stuff.
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Chapter 4: To the Adventure Trip
So, I scavenged the room and got ready to go.
Equipment check
Weapon: Grandfather’s Katana (+255 Attack)
Armor: School Jersey (+62 Defense)
Sports Shoes (+57 Speed)
Others: Black-rimmed Glasses (+100 Vision)
Rubber hair-band (+9 Speed, +5 Accuracy)
Well, the parameters in bracket are random.
I’m in the mood.
Incidentally, the contents of the backpack are:
Item: Delicious water (Recovers HP when consumed)
CalorieMate (too good)
All-purpose knife (dismantles ingredients)
Flashlight (Ghosts are not scary!)
Spare Clothes
It was like this.
I’m all set to go, and after grabbing the doorknob to go out, I take a moment to look back at my house.
Thanks to the late Mr. Tanaka, the smell of death is already spreading throughout the house.
Hmmm, no regrets.
Now, let’s go outside.
As I opened the door, my eyes met with a zombie (the first one I saw) who was still hanging around.
“Ugw…”
Before he could finish what he was saying.
“Ha…”
I stabbed the tip of my blade between the “zombie’s” eyes with minimal effort.
It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the zombie lost its power beneath its feet.
It was easily neutralized successfully.
Mmm-hmm. I guess zombies are not as big a deal as I thought.
But I didn’t have any time to spare.
A female zombie with long hair and glasses jumps out from behind the first zombie.
“Ok.”
This time, with a little more force, I destroyed the woman’s brain with her entire pair of glasses.
And another one.
From the far end of the corridor, I see a man walking towards me with a tottering gait.
So I came up with a little experiment.
I wondered how much damage kills the zombies.
…Oh, just so you know, this is not an outburst of some hidden cruelty hobby or anything like that.
I thought it would be very important and reasonable to study their ecology now, as I plan to engage in a back-and-forth battle with the zombies in the future.
I don’t want it to be like …, you don’t learn about the biology of zombies until you’re in trouble.
The only time to do this kind of thing is while you can afford it.
“That’s why I’m sorry.”
“Kooooo…”
Now that you’ve confirmed your identity, let’s get started.
For example, zombies are often seen in movies as dying only when their heads are destroyed.
I stabbed the Japanese sword as hard as I could into the heart of the zombie that was wobbling a few meters away.
I can feel its ribs cracking and the flesh ripping. The reddish-black blood splashes on my cheek, but I don’t care. The bad feeling I had when I stabbed Mr. Tanaka has already disappeared. I’m a highly adaptable girl.
“Yeah.”
As I twisted my wrist with the sword still in hand, blood spread slowly across the zombie’s chest.
What is it?
“Uoooooooo!”
Too bad, he looks perfectly fine.
“So long,” I say, drawing my sword.
I then cut off both arms that were stretched out toward me with a single slash of my sword.
With a poof, the zombie’s arms fly and fall to the floor.
“Once more.”
Muttering, I flicked both his legs in front of me.
Losing his knee, he lied in a pool of blood, spattering the area with a messy red color.
“Fumu…”
I waited in a daze for a few minutes.
“Uo… ubo…”
I think its losing energy.
However, it seems that he won’t die until I destroy the head.
I felt sorry to leave him alone, so I thrust my sword into his head.
Then, the wriggling caterpillar-like zombie simply stopped moving.
Thank you for your cooperation in this experiment. Unnamed zombie.
The other thing I’m curious about is the conditions for mutation.
I don’t want to do an experiment where I get bitten on purpose, and I’m sure I’m the type that would pass out if bitten. It seems that Mr. Tanaka also mutated after one bite.
The problem is the type that can become airborne.
If that’s the pattern, there’s nothing I can do about it. There is no way to prevent it.
If I were truly a person “Chosen by God”, I would have been born with antibodies or something like that, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
But, well, there’s no point in dwelling on this.
Let’s try not to think too much about this, shall we?
For complete peace of mind, though, it would be better to show up at a place where people gather and share a lot of information.
Hmm.
Then I could narrow down where I should go next.
And so I left my ramshackle apartment in a hurry.
Farewell home. I’ll be back when I feel like it.
You know, to clean and stuff.
Chapter 4: To the Adventure TripSo, I scavenged the room and got ready to go.Equipment checkWeapon: Grandfather's Katana +255 AttackArmor: School Jersey +62 DefenseSports Shoes +57 SpeedOthers: Black-rimmed Glasses +100 VisionRubber hair-band +9 Speed, +5 AccuracyWell, the parameters in bracket are random.I'm in the mood.Incidentally, the contents of the backpack are:Item: Delicious water Recovers HP when consumedCalorieMate too goodAll-purpose knife dismantles ingredientsFlashlight Ghosts are not scary!Spare ClothesIt was like this.I'm all set to go, and after grabbing the doorknob to go out, I take a moment to look back at my house.Thanks to the late Mr. Tanaka, the smell of death is already spreading throughout the house.Hmmm, no regrets.Now, let's go outside.As I opened the door, my eyes met with a zombie the first one I saw who was still hanging around.UgwBefore he could finish what he was saying.HaI stabbed the tip of my blade between the zombie's eyes with minimal effort.It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the zombie lost its power beneath its feet.It was easily neutralized successfully.Mmm-hmm. I guess zombies are not as big a deal as I thought.But I didn't have any time to spare.A female zombie with long hair and glasses jumps out from behind the first zombie.Ok.This time, with a little more force, I destroyed the woman's brain with her entire pair of glasses.And another one.From the far end of the corridor, I see a man walking towards me with a tottering gait.So I came up with a little experiment.I wondered how much damage kills the zombies.Oh, just so you know, this is not an outburst of some hidden cruelty hobby or anything like that.I thought it would be very important and reasonable to study their ecology now, as I plan to engage in a back-and-forth battle with the zombiesin the future.I don't want it to be like , you don't learn about the biology of zombies until you're in trouble.The only time to do this kind of thing is while you can afford it.That's why I'm sorry.KoooooNow that you've confirmed your identity, let's get started.For example, zombies are often seen in movies as dying only when their heads are destroyed.I stabbed the Japanese sword as hard as I could into the heart of the zombie that was wobbling a few meters away.I can feel its ribs cracking and the flesh ripping. The reddish-black blood splashes on my cheek, but I don't care. The bad feeling I had when I stabbed Mr. Tanaka has already disappeared. I'm a highly adaptable girl.Yeah.As I twisted my wrist with the sword still in hand, blood spread slowly across the zombie's chest.What is it?Uoooooooo!Too bad, he looks perfectly fine.So long, I say, drawing my sword.I then cut off both arms that were stretched out toward me with a single slash of my sword.With a poof, the zombie's arms fly and fall to the floor.Once more.Muttering, I flicked both his legs in front of me.Losing his knee, he lied in a pool of blood, spattering the area with a messy red color.FumuI waited in a daze for a few minutes.Uo uboI think its losing energy.However, it seems that he won't die until I destroy the head.I felt sorry to leave him alone, so I thrust my sword into his head.Then, the wriggling caterpillar-like zombie simply stopped moving.Thank you for your cooperation in this experiment. Unnamed zombie.The other thing I'm curious about is the conditions for mutation.I don't want to do an experiment where I get bitten on purpose, and I'm sure I'm the type that would pass out if bitten. It seems that Mr. Tanaka also mutated after one bite.The problem is the type that can become airborne.If that's the pattern, there's nothing I can do about it. There is no way to prevent it.If I were truly a person Chosen by God, I would have been born with antibodies or something like that, and I wouldn't have to worry about it.But, well, there's no point in dwelling on this.Let's try not to think too much about this, shall we?For complete peace of mind, though, it would be better to show up at a place where people gather and share a lot of information.Hmm.Then I could narrow down where I should go next.And so I left my ramshackle apartment in a hurry.Farewell home. I'll be back when I feel like it.You know, to clean and stuff.
