Chapter 8

But this wasn’t some ordinary alarm.

The siren I’d installed was powerful enough to pierce through the entire district. Maybe not the whole city, but every zombie within this area could definitely hear it.

Even standing atop the walls without binoculars, I could already see thousands upon thousands of zombies surging toward us like a tidal wave in the distance.

As the horde drew closer, the people outside finally panicked.

They pounded desperately against the gate, begging me to let them in, but I remained completely unmoved.

Now they were afraid?

Too late.

Most of their strength had already been wasted in the fight among themselves. The more seriously injured ones couldn’t even stand anymore.

The lingering smell of blood from the earlier brawl only drove the zombies into a greater frenzy. The sounds of chewing flesh and terrified screams rose and fell one after another.

In their desperation to escape, some of them even carried the wounded on their backs.

The injured initially thought they were being rescued, hope briefly flickering in their eyes, only for that hope to turn into despair the moment they were thrown directly into the zombie horde as bait.

Coldly watching the survivors flee farther into the distance, I called for the guards to head up onto the walls and prepare their rifles.

In the apocalypse, anyone who posed a threat to me had to be dealt with quickly and decisively.

Mercy toward enemies was cruelty toward yourself.

But while my attention remained focused on the distant horde, I failed to notice something else entirely.

A dark gun barrel had silently aimed itself at me.

I was so focused on the chaos outside that I never realized Scarface hadn’t actually fled with the others.

Instead, he’d hidden beneath a nearby car during the confusion.

At that moment, his sights were locked directly onto my head.

All he had to do was pull the trigger, and he’d have a chance to become the new master of this estate.

A quiet laugh escaped my lips.

Did he really think I’d let that happen?

Just as Scarface was about to fire, he suddenly realized the area around the car had become completely surrounded by zombies.

What he still didn’t know was that alongside the foie gras, I had secretly attached a piece of raw, blood-covered meat.

The zombies’ sense of smell was incredibly sharp.

After devouring everyone else, they immediately caught the scent of fresh blood and converged toward the car where Scarface was hiding.

Honestly, I’d been wondering how long it would take to kill such a massive horde one by one.

Thanks to Scarface, things suddenly became much easier.

Nearly every zombie in the area had already been drawn here by the alarm, so I no longer had to worry about the noise attracting more of them.

I casually tossed the grenade up and down in my hand like a ball before hurling it toward the car where Scarface was hiding.

By the time Scarface managed to shove away the zombies around him, his entire body had already erupted into flames.

He staggered around screaming in agony, desperately trying to find water to put himself out.

But there was nothing here that could save him.

I watched expressionlessly as he burned into a charred corpse before collapsing onto the ground.

I wondered how many survival points the system would reward me after destroying this many zombies at once.

Thinking about that, I turned and walked back toward the estate.

This time, I absolutely had to exchange points for some kind of automatic cleaning system.

Otherwise, there was no way to deal with all the filth outside.

I had no intention of becoming the first person in the apocalypse to literally die from the smell.

Then suddenly, my vision went black.

A violent pain exploded through my body as I collapsed backward.