Something's not right!
Wrong!
A bead of sweat rolled down Stel's temple.
He gathered his courage and peeked out again.
Hiss—!
Sure enough, the zombie's face was still pressed against the car window, leaving a thick blood streak with its tongue.
So damn disgusting!
Stel once again locked eyes with the zombie.
One second, two seconds…
Stel stared into the zombie's eyes for a full five seconds.
But the zombie showed no intention of attacking him.
It was as if it saw nothing.
"That can't be right. I checked from the outside, this car's windows aren't one-way."
"The zombie can definitely see me. So why isn't it attacking?"
As Stel's mind raced with questions.
Suddenly!
The zombie's gaze shifted away.
"Hiss…"
The zombie emitted a low growl, its eyes now drifting around aimlessly.
This confirmed to Stel that the zombie wasn't actually looking at him.
Its gaze just happened to rest there.
Strange…?
Stel pondered deeply, and gradually, an incredibly bold and outrageous idea surfaced in his mind.
Could it be…
Zombies won't attack me?!
"Fuck…!"
Thinking this, Stel shouted excitedly.
Mid-shout, he quickly covered his mouth.
However, the shout was already out.
The zombies near the car must have heard it.
But to Stel's anxious observation.
The zombies showed no unusual behavior.
The zombies still stood there in their original positions.
Just as I thought…
Stel's tense mood instantly relaxed.
He was now certain that these zombies wouldn't attack him, nor would they react to any noise he made.
With this thought in mind, Stel opened his mouth slightly.
He summoned the strength from his abdomen and shouted.
"I'm your daddy!"
"…"
The surrounding zombies remained motionless, just like before.
"Sure enough, they can't hear my voice, and they can't see me…"
"No, it's more like they can hear and see, but they don't perceive me as a threat."
"This is interesting."
Stel's body suddenly went limp, and he collapsed onto the back seat of the car.
When the bottle fell, Stel had already imagined how he would die.
But now, realizing that the zombies didn't attack him.
What was this?
A glimmer of hope in a hopeless situation!
"Hahahahahahaha!!!!"
Stel leaned against the car door, his chest heaving, laughter filling the car.
"This is amazing! I was killed by zombies in my past life, and now, in this life, they won't attack me."
"Looking back, those zombies only reacted to the sounds around me."
"They weren't coming for me specifically."
Stel laughed for a while, his body drenched in cold sweat.
After resting for a bit, Stel straightened up and moved his shoulders.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his joint.
Stel quickly looked over.
He saw a cut on his arm, though he didn't know when it had happened.
Thankfully, it wasn't a zombie bite, and Stel breathed a sigh of relief.
He rummaged through the car's trunk and found some gauze to wrap the wound.
Otherwise, if the wound came into contact with the zombies' blood later,
there could be a risk of infection.
"Rip—!"
As Stel tore off a piece of gauze, he didn't realize that the ripping sound would be so sharp.
"Not good!"
The sound traveled through the car windows and reached the zombies outside.
"Hissssraaahhh!!!!"
The once-docile zombies immediately reacted.
"Smack!"
They pressed their bodies against the car, forcefully squeezing the windows.
Now Stel saw firsthand how zombies attacked a car.
"Damn!"
Stel cursed, quickly wrapping his wound with the gauze while standing up to open the car's sunroof.
"Click!"
As soon as the sunroof opened, the back window shattered from the pressure of the zombies.
One or two zombies crawled into the car like rowers squeezing in, flailing their nearly rotted hands.
But upon realizing there was no human inside, they stopped.
"Whew…"
Stel crouched on the car roof, looking around and seeing nothing but zombies.
Some zombies even slightly lifted their heads and saw Stel.
But they didn't attack him.
They just looked for a while before turning their attention elsewhere.
"Indeed, these zombies won't attack me!"
Stel was overjoyed.
After taking a deep breath, he leaped off the car roof.
"Thud!"
When he landed, Stel stepped on a zombie's foot.
But the zombie merely shrugged its shoulders.
It let out a low groan without pulling its foot back.
Zombies felt no pain, so even if Stel crushed a zombie's foot, it wouldn't feel anything.
The only way to kill a zombie was to destroy its brain completely.
"All good, all good…"
Stel patted his chest, calming himself down.
Just now, he had been only a few centimeters away from the zombie's lips.
If he hadn't maintained his balance, he might have kissed the zombie's mouth.
The thought made Stel gag.
"Damn, get away from me! Just looking at you pisses me off!"
Stel swung his hand at the zombie's face.
"Smack!"
With a force of several dozen pounds, he slapped the zombie, sending it flying.
"Thud!"
The zombie's body rolled on the ground a few times, and one of its eyeballs popped out.
"So disgusting…"
Seeing this revolting scene, Stel's stomach churned.
He knew he needed to get back to the apartment quickly.
Who knew what other disgusting things he might see?
"Time to go back…"
Stel grabbed the bag next to the car and slung it over his shoulder.
He walked away casually.
Before entering the apartment building, Stel glanced up at the second floor.
He pinpointed the room where Bobby was.
That bastard had thrown the bottle to attract the zombies, trying to get him killed.
Stel would settle this score with him sooner or later.
"Bastard, once I get these supplies back, I'll make sure you pay!"
With that, Stel headed to the third floor, carrying the bag of supplies.
The sky gradually lightened.
A streak of crimson light seeped through the gaps between the buildings.
The light fell on the car, making it look even more dilapidated, like a block of melting tofu.
It was covered in various colors.
Elsie, lying on the floor, groggily opened her eyes.
Seeing the dawn, she realized it was the next day.
But…
Stel hadn't returned yet.
"Something's wrong!"