Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

I woke up cold.

On both sides, two younger brothers stick together and sleep. Feeling its temperature, the deep moon looked around blurred, bewildered by how the room looked unrecognizable.

In the corner of the desk-lined office, the three of them sat down. There is a cushion underneath.

(Oh well...)

Fragmented images come to mind.

I was running all the way down the dark night lane, pulling my brother's hand. I just follow the back of the guy running in front and I don't even know where he turned. He fled into the supermarket so that he could walk out into a big parking lot and be driven away by the looming shadows around him.

There were several employees on the ground floor. They were trying to evacuate the grumpy shoppers outside. I've been pushing it in a group. I'm turning a strange gaze at this one.

The guard approached me angrily on my shoulder,

"Hey! What are you guys!?

Saying, in the middle of that word, the guard turns his gaze in a different direction. Outside the automatic door, I think I noticed a crowd of shadows. The crowd sticks to the glass, and when the door opens, they try to relax.

A guard spoke in a hurry,

"Hey shutter, shut up! Shutter!"

Listening to that voice on his back, the deep moon follows the person in front and runs up the stairs. Anyway, in a safe place, that's all I could think of. Screaming from afar.

Climb to the third floor next to the placard stating that access is forbidden except for those involved. Apparently, the employee's uncle, who had only one in the back, was watching the store with surveillance cameras. Even though he blued his face, when he accommodated the late moons, he closed the fire door on the third floor.

Only seven people could get that far.

Three late moons, two young couples, a skinny thirty or so man, a middle-aged aunt. There's only eight of us, even if we match our employees' uncles.

(Fathers, are you okay...)

I take my phone out and redial it, but just like yesterday, the call just rings all the time. As I was blurring and puzzling at the screen, I noticed the sound of things sounding from afar. People's voices too.

Try not to wake my brothers up and get out softly. Out in the hallway, heading towards the sound.

An employee's uncle was raising his voice in front of guns and a fire door that was slammed from the outside.

"Please calm down! What happened to you? Calm down! If you want me inside, tell me so!

There's no response to that word either, and from the fire door, you can just hear dull ramblings.

"Oh, um..."

I notice the deep moon and my uncle turns around.

"Oh... this has been happening since last night. I haven't heard back, so I'm trying not to get in..."

"Yes, don't let me in! It wasn't normal, absolutely."

"Hmmm......"

Arm up and sigh.

"Did the kids wake up? I have stockpile food, so if you don't have anything to eat, tell me. There are ten of us for three days."

"Thank you. I have a preserved meal, so I'll take care of it when it's gone."

The deep moon bows its head.

"Yeah, things like this will heal soon. Patience until the police arrive."

But after three days, no rescue came.

The indiscriminate sound of the fire doors had been reduced, but there were still signs that someone was screaming outside.

The employee's uncle was trying to reach all over the place, but nowhere seemed to get through or the information was complicated and he couldn't make a decent contact.

Portable TV placed in the corner of the office tells news of the new rabies. It's a plague that raves the infected, and this seems to be the cause of the uprising. Aerial shooting from a helicopter reflected a mob and a turned-into group filling the streets. The word zombie was dancing on the screen.

Some of the civilian releases do not show and are sandstorming. It wasn't normal.

The office has a sense of obstruction. Everyone is silent and staring at the TV. The couple leaned over in the corner, the aunt held onto her phone, and the skinny man kept his distance and shut up.

For the past three days, trapped humans had spent little or no time talking to each other.

The employee's uncle also said he was not going to take any more leadership, and if he was asked for food, he would give it to him.

My uncle said after the news that the extraordinary government was launched or that an immediate militia group was starting to operate.

"I'm going to go outside and get help."

There's no reaction to that word, either. Everyone is silent and has a gaze to explore.

"I left the SOS cloth hanging from the roof. Don't worry, I'll let the police know about this place."

No one ever tried to speak to his uncle who would leave so.

"Um."

Turn to the voice of the deep moon.

"Are you okay......? It's dangerous..."

My uncle looked like he was in trouble,

"... my family, they can't reach me... I'm worried"

To that word, the late moon could no longer say anything.

My uncle didn't come home. There was no sign of rescue, and the TV stopped showing on the fifth day. Until then, to watch TV, there were quite a few people in the office, but that was gone, too.

The battery on my phone that kept on redirecting is dead, and I don't have a charger.

Where the food I brought out of the house cut half, I decided it was dangerous to eat any more. Glimpse into the locker in the corner, where the office stockpile food is kept. The number of cup noodles that appeared to be eaten at night was reduced to about a third. I decide to take out the amount for two and eat it in triplicate with my brothers.

I went to the hot water room, I was about to put a drink in, and there was a customer. Couple of women.

"Ah... cup, may I borrow it?

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The woman does not answer. Silent, pouring hot water out of the pot.

"Um..."

"Why don't you take it personally? Not mine."

That's what I said, turned my back, and the woman left.

The deep moon was silent for a while, but he sighed one thing, turned away and took out the cup.

I gradually lost my sense of time. Only dwindling food is informing us that the day is over again.

At night, he was woken up by his younger brother Yu (no way), who remembered to urinate, and the late moon escorted him to the men's bathroom.

The lighting stays on, so the hallway is bright. Waiting for Yu at the entrance to the bathroom, I heard a faint voice. Tilt your neck and clear your ears to you.

It was the dressing room in the back. The voice seemed to be heard from inside.

A few steps closer, I realized that was the woman's wheeze. It also sounds like hitting something.

The deep moon held its breath and lagged behind.

That couple is inside. I can also lock it because it's a dressing room.

The deep moon returned to the front of the toilet, suppressing the red cheeks.

I speak up, relieved by the signs just coming out of the inside.

"Mahku, hmm...?

It wasn't my brother Yu who was there, it was that skinny guy. I'm staring at this one with a dimpled, slight eye.

"Ah... sorry..."

…………

The man glanced around at the body of the deep moon, indifferently. Deep moon felt goosebumps in its gaze like crawling over her body.

…………

The man leaves silently. Deep moon felt a sense of crisis rise in the back of her chest as she held onto her arms.

Deep moon began to understand that perhaps no rescue would come.

There is no more food in the office. The three of them did not eat finely, for example, with the kampan in hand. The water boiled, so I was hungry with milk and sugar melted, but that would also come to a limit sooner or later.

There were dangers besides food.

In the middle of the night, when I was asleep, I woke up with strange signs. When I woke myself up with a fluttering head, I heard footsteps right next to me.

When I turned my gaze in haste, I saw a man's back walking away from this one. Keep going, disappear outside the room.

When the meaning of the sight tied its shape in the deep moon, the stiffness crawled up its back. There was a man by the deep moon, and he walked away watching the deep moon rise.

What was I about to be done?

What would have happened if I hadn't woken up?

It was dangerous to stay here.

That said, I don't have the courage to take my brothers and go outside alone. When you approach the fire door, something still hits you from the outside. I didn't want to think about what that was, the deep moon.

The TV stays sandstorm, too, and the office phone doesn't connect anywhere. I don't even seem optimistic that it's safe out there.

That couple, or when your aunt leaves, we'll have ourselves taken with us.

On the day I slept so determined, the next morning.

On the floor, oddly, there were signs of people. Only one skinny man was in the office, and no one looked like him anywhere.

I didn't mind, but I heard about the late moon.

"Um... what about the others...?

"... oh. Out."

"Huh..."

"This morning. The three of us. In the elevator."

The late moon was silent.

I have two kids, and they probably thought I was a foot wrapper.

But more than the shock of being left behind,

(Why, did this guy stay...?

Something similar to chills struck the deep moon.

The man sits on a chair, puts his foot on the desk and stares at the universe with blurred eyes.

There was an odd presence. Until then, there was no such thing as being alone in the corner. He even seemed relaxed, as if he were the master of this place.

Many times that day, I felt a sticky gaze from a man. Looking back, I looked away, but obviously I was looking this way.

The instinct behind his chest rings the alarm like an early bell.

(Scary, Scary, Scary)

I want to go outside. I want to go home. But I don't have that courage. None of the people who went out the door where I wandered returned.

That day, the late moon stayed with my brothers forever. At night we moved to the dressing room, closed the keys, and the three of us solidified and fell asleep.

Gacha, wake up to the sound of

It caught my eye that the door knob had been turned over and over again in a blurry and surfacing consciousness.

"Huh...!

The deep moon is stiff to fear.

With a squeezing voice, I called.

"What, is...?

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After a moment of silence, with a man's voice from outside the door,

"... I found food, so I'll give it to you"

(At midnight like this?

The deep moon does not put that thought in its mouth,

"Oh, thank you, thank you. I'll have it tomorrow."

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chatter and the door knob is turned again.

The deep moon swallowed a scream and grabbed his body silently.

My younger brothers are also awake and staring at the way it is. Without even raising his voice, he clings to the deep moon.

For a few minutes, after it lasted, the door knob finally stopped.

Don, and the door kicks.

The man's footsteps slowly drifted away.

".................. Ha, ha, ha"

He exhaled the breath he had stopped, and the deep moon plucked the overflowing tears.

My brothers look up at me worried.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Sister, it's okay..."

Embrace the two brothers with both arms so as to distract them from their fears. with its warmth,

(Father... Akun... Help...)

Even when the morning came, I couldn't leave the dressing room for half a day.

But in time, my urine and thirst became unbearable, and I feared, I wanted to see what was going on outside.

No noise, no sign of people.

The three of us solidified and looked around each room, but no one was there.

Only the late moons were left on the floor.