He planned to bring this first ration he collected to his house and leave it here.
The high bars were something he got used to after a few tries.
So it wasn't as slow as before in getting out of the house.
After he jumped off the iron and landed on the ground, he shook himself off. He looked around and focused on the house that was right next to the one he had entered.
Houses with fences seem to have more items.
For this reason, he gave priority to these luxury houses and collected materials in the house where he lived until dark.
Of course, his priority was food.
Although he found two boxes of bullets in the warehouse of one of the houses, he was disappointed when there was no gun.
Over time it took almost 2 weeks to rob the houses around it.
We haven't been robbed in the neighborhood where it is located, and when there is no house left, another month has passed since he toured the whole neighborhood.
He ate only at night, adopting a policy of managing during the day.
For this reason, as time passed, he became weaker, however, the 2-month difficult process here was felt through the muscle layer of his body.
He got used to the smell on his body.
He even dared to drink the water in the house little by little. Fortunately, he was not human and the virus in the water did not infect him to turn him into a zombie.
Still, he hasn't washed since he came here for fear of running out of water.
But it was getting colder and colder, it would be difficult to bathe when winter came, so tonight it was thoroughly cleaned.
Even if the water is cold, only he knows how comfortable it is!
When the smell was gone from his body, he relaxed and lay down on the chair in his mansion.
Their food has dwindled, perhaps this was a sign that it was time to emigrate.
He stuffed the remaining 7 cans into the bag and it was ready.
It passed through the railings, the air was just getting light.
His sleep pattern, which did not exist, was even more upset, his night was mixed with day.
But he only cared about survival.
Sometimes he slept more than he was hungry, and sometimes he went to fight the zombies in the neighborhood out of boredom. Over time, the zombies became invisible in the neighborhood.
As he left the house and was walking, he was startled by the great noise, and when he looked up he saw the helicopter.
People are here!
It wasn't far from him when the helicopter landed in the open field.
When the soldiers approached him, he felt strange gazes on him.
The corner of his eyes twitched as he looked at the green underpants and athleticism he was still wearing.
Fortunately, he was already 'shameless' and easily ignored this and moved on to them.
He straightened his backpack and looked at them.
"Isn't the city evacuated??"
I frowned.
My English sucks though!
I took a deep breath and spoke in my language.
"Uh, hello?"
I tried to communicate as far as I knew "Hello, aha it's not good my English" laughing when he looked at me blankly.
The men nodded and beckoned to him.
I swallowed forward, finding the situation rather awkward since I hadn't seen people for a long time.
The man opened his phone and spoke, and the following voice was heard from the translation app.
"Are you Turkish ?"
I nodded.
Although the man was mumbling, the app caught the words and translated them.
"God, what are you doing in America if you don't know English?"
"..."
I felt ashamed no matter how brazen I was. But it was only 1 second.
The app spoke again.
"We will take you to the safe zone"
I shook my head and refused and spoke.
"You came to make the city a haven, right?" I continued, catching the surprise in his expression.
"As long as you give me food, I can clean the whole city by myself," I replied, stroking my chest confidently.
After a moment's hesitation, they agreed.
This city had little zombie influence, so it was not surprising that it was chosen as a safe zone.
The military unit must have come to observe this place first, I stated that I wanted to be with them.
I didn't think I would be able to get used to normal life if I returned to the city. As a student and also as someone who is not proficient in any profession, the best choice was to hunt zombies with these soldiers.
It took a few days for me to be included in the military group.
When I entered the military facilities, I encountered those who were doing target practice in the training area. My eyes lit up, if I had a gun it certainly wouldn't bother me like I wouldn't have to approach the zombie and inhale its disgusting smell!
-To be continued-