I started tidying up the mansion in a traumatized mood. The windows were open and it drove away the stench.
A few cans at home lasted for 1 month after I managed.
It couldn't be said that I was very hungry as I spent 1 month at home empty and inactive. After this month of laziness, I knew it was time to leave the mansion when my dinner was done.
Coming to the door, I looked through the bars, they weren't there because I threw the zombie corpses from the back.
Holding the cold iron and keeping my balance, I started climbing up.
Since it was my second time, my fear was relatively less than the first. However, after I calmed down using the breathing technique, I moved.
After landing, I looked around.
There weren't any zombies around, it's been a month since we went out! Although I walked around the garden, I did not dare to go behind the bars.
11 months left!
I'm going to spend an ordeal of 11 months here!
Grasping the iron stick on my back and looking around, I moved forward.
Even though those stupid zombies wouldn't even think of setting up a simple trap like hiding, I had paid for the damage done by underestimating the enemy on the first day with severe exhaustion.
If they were just a little stronger, it would be impossible for me to even live!
The region I am in now was a rich place, unlike the region I first came to, the buildings managed to protect themselves.
After walking around slowly, I decided that there were no zombies and proceeded to another house close to where I was sitting.
Although not as much as the place I stayed, this place was also magnificent and anchored...
Grunting, I grabbed the iron and moved forward, even though I was grumpy, feeling like I had to climb onto it. After climbing slowly, I entered the garden of the house.
I took out the pipe I had fixed on my back again and walked around the first garden as usual.
After seeing that the garden was empty, I proceeded to the house. It was locked, so I went to the window and observed for a while, thinking I'd run out of luck this month.
There was a group of groups of 12-14. Of course not human.
I squeezed the pipe, took a deep breath, and then took a step or two back and swung it at the glass.
When shards of glass were thrown in, they stabbed a few zombies, but none of them reacted.
They had no painful sensations and that was a huge disadvantage for me.
As long as you didn't kill it, it didn't matter how much damage you did, that head would separate from the body!
I slowly passed out as I aggressively dived into the group and swung the iron. Adrenaline was taking over my heart and mind.
In the end, that feeling was all I could focus on.
Even if the sweaty clothes stuck to me, it didn't bother me. All I felt was slowly this sense of excitement.
It was as if my whole body had softened, my blood was boiling, and the feeling of breaking something was taking me away from me.
I felt...
This is how I felt relieved and relieved of the depressive feelings that I had kept inside for years.
I felt the enthusiasm, freedom, and excitement...
I felt my vision improved, the keen sense of smell, the strength in my body, and the adrenaline in my veins.
I felt relief as my emotions went wild by smashing the cage.
-To be continued-