Chapter 12: Volume 001 Chapter Generator ~ New Survivor (Translator)
There is an emergency generator on the first floor.
Of course, because it is 'emergency', the operation period is short, and the power generation may not be high. Still, it's a really thankful thing for us today.
Thanks to the emergency generator, we can dimly look ahead.
It's really nice to be able to see ahead.
If not, I would have gone crazy in horror when I would be attacked by an infected person in the darkness not even seen.
He is a guy who can hold hope that is not handful.
And Jake's idea.
Charge your phone. To use as a flashlight substitute.
It's not a bad idea. We need light to light up the darkness.
However, the phones did not have batteries.
Fortunately, Jake has found a cell phone charger, and can we just plug it into the generator? That's why we were currently looking for an emergency generator somewhere on the ground floor.
In fact, it's not showing off the tee, but it's still very exciting.
There is a situation where the generator may stop working, and there are a significant number of infected people in this layer where we are now.
Luckily, most of them seem to be in the square, but it is a big deal if one or two people come here to see us and yell at us.
Until now, we were just lucky, but how far can our luck continue?
As I searched the ground floor, I looked back at our goals once more.
From the situation.
There was a problem with the generator at the bottom of the third basement level.
It seems that the infected person who spit out hydrochloric acid created the problem.
Because of this, all of Shelter's electricity is gone, and only the first basement relies on an emergency generator to emit a faint light. That doesn't mean we can't stay on the ground floor.
The emergency generator will stop working sooner or later and we have to exit the shelter.
To do that.
First step. Find the emitter.
It didn't matter if it was a torch or a cell phone, not a flashlight.
First of all, it is necessary to glow.
It is necessary to go down to the dark third basement level.
This step. Search the third basement level
My friends Steelberg and Whisper are locked up in the basement 3rd floor.
I'm worried about how to get them out of acidic infections.
There is no way to communicate with them in the infirmary since the thick and rigid iron gates in the infirmary are closed.
I wish they could come out on their own, but rather they would come out of control and face a dangerous job, so they must be closed.
But they must be struggling to know our situation.
For example, you might leave it outside the door.
Three steps. Shelter Escape
Currently, there will be about 50 infected people on the basement floor.
Kill them and we have to go through the first basement.
Naturally, we don't have a great weapon like a gun.
Step four. Find safe areas
It is still a problem after escaping from Shelter.
Where should I go? Where should I be safe?
The ground is full of infected people.
Commonly infected people are also dangerous, but the variant infected are more dangerous.
Among the strains that looked like it seemed to be firing vomiting or even a giant monster, it seemed really dangerous.
You must escape them and escape to a safe area where soldiers reside.
"Damn, there is no real answer."
"Ray? What's going on?
"No. Nothing. Let's keep looking."
She shakes her hand with a look that Jake is okay and starts searching again.
First, let's solve and think from the first step.
In order to use a cell phone, you need to find a generator, that is, a generator.
I know there is a generator on the first floor. The question is where it is.
Assuming the worst, there may be a generator room connected to the square.
Hopefully not as much as that, Jake and I have begun to search hard.
How much time has passed.
After searching, we found a room that seemed to have a generator.
Seemingly. okay.
We couldn't get inside.
"... Ray can't open this with your technique?"
"I can't. What I do is twist and open a cheap lock. This kind of knocker is like learning a rock pick used by real thieves."
"Damn it. If you break the door, will the infected come?"
"Perhaps."
When I touched it, it seemed that it was not a very solid door. Would Jacob break if he kicked it ten times with power?
But the problem is noise.
The location is close to the square, so if you break the door, it will make a loud noise, which will be enough to bring in the infected people in the square.
It is even questionable if there is really an emergency generator in this room.
It makes a loud noise at best and breaks the door, but without a generator inside, it's a really big deal.
The room was barely found, but the door was locked and could not be entered.
Soldiers probably have the key.
No, it's also a question of having a key in the first place. Their task was not to manage the shelter.
Is this the origin again?
The answer is a torch.
Damn it.
The legs were relaxed and sat down on the floor.
Then Jake came to my side and sat down.
"Oh my life is really real."
"Yeah."
I leaned back against the cold metal wall and started planning again.
Jake sat next to me and set out again to search for rooms he hadn't searched for.
It's dark.
Still, you shouldn't sit down here.
Steelberg and Whisper will be waiting.
The two guys are pretty cowardly.
Even a bug frightens when it flies, and when it thunders, the face becomes speculative and looks at it.
How can both of them be cowards like this?
You might be holding hands in the dark and shivering.
I also got up and started searching.
And I found something as if I met my expectations.
Purung Purung
"Oh my God, thank you, God! I don't believe it, but thanks anyway!"
"I wonder if the god of the disease will finally listen to my prayer. It's okay to eat five spiders every time Jacob sleeps."
"What?"
"Let's go! They wait for us!"
"Oh .. yeah, let's go!"
When we searched the residence as closely as possible, what we finally found was a new, unpackaged battery.
Florence, with her dark blue skin, came to us and handed us over.
Of course, Florence is currently lying on the floor with her head sinking.
I wonder if it was discharged, and when I put it in my flashlight, a bright light came out from the flashlight.
Fortunately, the batteries were fine.
Jacob and I sighed with relief and prepared again firmly.
Now that we can use the flashlight again, our work has been decided.
The bag, which I don't need right now, was put down beside the stairs, and the body was lightened except for the weapon so that I could run fast.
Jacob lifted the helmet and flipped the helmet over, and I picked up the police.
The baseball bat is made of wood, so I didn't care if it would break.
And I packed all my useless phones.
It was a joke, but it was because he was really heavy, so he wanted to be able to use it to bother or induce a distant guy.
"Are you ready?"
"sure."
I hope they do nothing.
Relaxed by stretching lightly.
Even if you can look ahead with a flashlight, at most one or two infected people we can handle at once.
It would be nice if there was a way to do it quietly one by one if possible.
"But I thought of a way to get in touch.
"Sure."
I shook Jacob the police rod in my hand.
"Oh shit, isn't that what I think?"
"There may be a lot of infected people."
"This crazy, too, Ray."
"Is it a compliment?"
"Perhaps."
"..."
No matter how thick the metal door is, you'll notice something inside by pounding.
More reliable than Tonpa was Jacob's meat hammer.
"Are there any ways to deal with that crazy acid monster?"
"no."
"It's Ray, too."
"..."
Let's think of it as a compliment.
What we're trying to do is make a big mistake if we make a mistake, and of course we're going to die the worst.
death.
It is a very difficult word to realize in modern times, and it is easy to think that it is a word that is not related to oneself, but in fact, death is closer than you think.
People who are killed by a car cannot be counted in one day, and people die in many ways, including illness, accident, and murder.
Almost 50 humans have already died in our shelter alone.
In percent, over 90% died.
We also witnessed numerous deaths as we fled from school.
May die
So far I've been lucky enough to survive, but in this world I may not have tomorrow.
It may not be caused by an infected person, but it may be slipping and dying while walking down the ground.
Every year, a joke reminded me that there were more people slipping and dying on the stairs than those killed by sharks.
So far I've survived with good luck, but I don't know when this luck will end.
gulp
I swallowed saliva without my knowledge.
Are you so nervous? My back got wet with cold sweat.
I breathed my wrists again and again.
Although I don't believe in God, I still want to pray to God now.
Please ... I wish I could let these guys out safely.
"Are you ready, Ray?"
"Um. I think it's okay. Probably? Oh shit. It's the first time I've been nervous like this."
"Really? Oh my god you're nervous. I have to buy a lottery tomorrow."
"Do you know that you have to share the prize?"
"Of course. Now you can double the pepperoni on the pizza."
"Cheese too."
"Good idea."
First, Jacob walked down the stairs with a flashlight in front of me, and I also listened slowly around and followed him slowly.
2nd basement level.
This is where the first infected person, Furongfurong, fell.
In the dark darkness, when I shattered a man with a crushed head with a bright flashlight, I felt frightened.
Dark red liquid flowed down on the floor he was lying on and was hardened.
... yes. I was killed it.
And will have to kill.
I once again caught my heart and moved on.
And the third basement level.
This is where the crazy acidic strains are.
The best way is to take out Steelberg and Whisper without meeting any infected.
But it can't be done as you like.
First of all, as soon as I arrived on the 3rd floor, I flashed a flashlight and found a canned food that was scattered on the floor.
Although it wasn't even 20m to the infirmary, it seemed that the corridors were endlessly connected by the deep darkness.
In the dark corridor, the sound of the two of us walking quietly was filled, and from time to time, there was a mysterious squeak from the distance, making me nervous.
My heart pounding ... It seemed like my heart was beating loudly and it was filling my hallway.
Could this heartbeat be heard by infected people? It doesn't seem like that, but it seems that the fear that seems to endure eats me out endlessly.
It seemed that the black shadows were pulling my feet, and the darkness seemed to press me down.
Even now, anxiety arose as to whether the infected would run from behind and bite my neck.
Of course not.
Infected people can't control their wheezing.
Perhaps it doesn't seem to have intelligence, but if it did, it wouldn't have crawled to bite us with our mouth shut.
"Hoo ..."
"... oh damn Ray. Can you suddenly make that sound behind me? I'm so surprised."
Jacob exclaimed, exhaling the breath.
It seemed to me that I was really surprised.
When the mass responded like that, somehow I screamed and laughed.
"Let's relax. Infected people roar loudly. At least not in this neighborhood."
"I know. I know, but maybe there's another insane variant walking around shut up."
"That's ... maybe. You might have to be careful with that."
That is an unexpected idea.
Infected vomiting strains are also dangerous, but it's certainly scary if you're in the dark and silently attacking them.
Nothing like that. It is dangerous to conclude.
Indeed, last year, 'the virus that tears and infects people will hit America.' Would you believe?
Maybe that's what dogs bark. They say it can't be.
But it became a reality, and it proved that there was no absolute.
You may notice that you're really focused, but I followed Jacob carefully, paying attention to me.
And finally stood in front of canned food.
Jacob was sweating as if it wasn't the only 20m distance that felt like 2km.
"Huh ... oh yeah. Okay. Now you know what we're going to do?"
"Of course. You knock like crazy. I'll stop. Crazy acid will run away."
"All right. Are you ready?"
"Of course. Captain."
It would be nice to be able to kill the acid monster when it comes, but it will be difficult in this place without any cover.
So you have to jump right away and run away.
However, it is important to keep in mind that you may get hurt or die in the process of running away.
Reality is neither a drama nor a movie.
I don't know when luck will end.
While holding his posture, Jacob shed a flashlight and looked over the black.
If you find something very slight, it will respond immediately.
"I'll start."
"OK."
I took a deep breath, lifted the police rod, and knocked down the door of the duty room strongly.
bang! bang! bang!
Short and fast three times.
bang-! bang-! bang-!
And the slow three times
bang! bang! bang!
Finally three short and quick again.
"Oh shit. My hand hurts. Vibration rings from the fuckin 'hand. Fuck."
"... Ray there? Isn't that a blow? What are you doing?"
As my palm was tingling, my hands fluttered, and Jacob questioned my weird tapping method.
"This is Morse code. Don't you know?"
"Moth? Is it a language used by worms ?:
"..."
This guy was joking and turned to Jacob and looked at me with a serious look.
It's a language used by worms.
I wanted to make fun of the moth because the language spoken here was correct, but I decided to answer it quickly because my hand hurts.
"It's Morse, not Moth. It's the most basic communication language in the world."
However, Jacob did not understand.
I will. Still explained.
"It's a language that writes letters with short and long signals, but I just knocked three times briefly, and I struck it three times, O. The last one is S."
"Um ... SOS?"
"That's right. It is the most famous Morse code, and it is a representative word that the general public can recognize."
"The meaning of SOS isn't that ... is it a rescue request? Why did you knock SOS?"
Speak for a moment, and knock on the door again.
It's expressing that we're still here.
"Oh my hands are ringing. Um. Uh. So the reason I knocked on SOS is simple, but first, it's an artificial tap."
If you tap it, you cannot distinguish us from the infected. There may be subtle differences, but well ... it's a much better way than that vague way.
"And even if you don't know all the Morse code, SOS is a rescue signal and it's quite understandable. It's a sure way to communicate."
"Hmm ... that's right."
I didn't memorize all Morse code.
I only memorized the most representative word, SOS.
. . . _ _ _. . .
"Ah, Morse code can be used in other ways even if it doesn't sound so memorize it."
"other way?"
"For example, a flashlight, you can turn the flashlight on and off and write it in Morse code. SOS, like you said, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink."
".. I think it's very complicated to hear it, but it's three times long three times short three times right?"
"Yes. Flashing a flashlight in the night sky is enough to rescue.
"I'll have to do it when I go out."
The helicopter may come to the rescue.
Having said that, Jacob again focused beyond that darkness.
I started knocking on the door again.
Beating it so many times, my hands swollen red.
Pipik- kaiyi--
The door of the tightly closed duty room opened slowly with a squeaking sound.
Purung Purung ~
The tightly closed door of the infirmary opened, and Jacob immediately vigilantly pushed the flashlight into the infirmary.
Maybe ... because there is something really.
And the face reflected in Jacob's bright flashlight was an uncle with a beard covering his eyes in sudden light.
"Stop. Wait. Get rid of the fire. Damn it."
"... yes."
At first glance, Jacob was alert to his clumsy face and was ready to wield a meat hammer.
Yumma. If you swing it, people die.
Why is this guy so ferocious?
Of course, you may have been bitten, so it is very important to guard against others.
So I prepared to step back and swing the police rod.
"Hello. Who are you?"
"I? My name is Franklin, the surgeon."
"Franklin?"
Looking closely, the shadow of the light looked more awkward, but it was a face he knew as a soldier with a hand-wrapped bandage on Stilberg's leg.
Franklin shook his face with eyes closed to see if he hadn't adapted to the light yet.
"I'm going to ask you, didn't you bite?"
"Yes. Mr. Franklin?"
"I'm bitten."
"Okay ... wait, what?"
bang!
At the moment Jacob shook the meat hammer at Franklin's head, and Franklin evaded it with an amazing reflex.
And the hammer struck the door.
"You motherfucker! What are you doing?"
"Stop Jacob!"
As soon as I heard it, I stepped back a step further and stared at Franklin with my hammer.
Oh shit. What's going on.
I asked him if I was wrong or not misunderstood.
"No, I heard it. Fuck. I'm bitten by a zombie. Forearm on my left arm."
And he showed us the left arm that he had been hiding all the time.
Franklin's left arm, which was exposed due to the torn sleeve, was a white color that was creepy like a body.
When I looked at my forearm, there was a clear trace of the gum, and I saw something white that tied the upper elbow.
"It's a cable tie. But I don't know how useful it will be."
It should be a long day.
He muttered. Despite the obvious despair, Franklin's face was not that desperate.
A cable tie is a plastic tool used to organize electric wires. Once tied, it cannot be reversed unless the string is cut.
Thanks to the way the strings are tightened by simply pulling the strings, even a small child can simply tie them tightly.
Franklin's left arm is so white that the cable ties are tied through the blood.
If you tie the cable ties in such a way, it also has a hemostatic effect, but the blood does not pass perfectly, causing the area to rot.
In short, Franklin left the left arm dead.
Of course, if you just leave it, you may be infected immediately. He might have tied his arm with cable ties, but his face was neither desperate nor full of hope.
Just a pretty face. How can that be?
"But why do you keep shaking the hammer? Get rid of it. It's still a man."
Hearing that, Jacob was still staring at Franklin with a sharp glance as if he were going to bend it and burst Franklin's head.
"Once ... I think you're fine when you're talking, are you okay?"
"It's still okay. You're Lee and Jacob, aren't you? Come on in quickly. I don't know where the crazy zombies are crawling."
And Franklin got cold inside.
When is he going to change, he goes into that dark space? But that's not the way to go.
Looking at our names, I guess there are still Steelberg and Whisper inside.
I don't know about Jacob, so hold your hammer and flashlight.
Whispered small.
"Don't express it like that, but the flashlight shines well. I'll take the lead."
"OK."
However, unlike that thought, a bright light came in from the front.
It was Franklin's flash lantern. Jacob turned the flashlight off because the battery was bright enough to illuminate the interior of the infirmary.
Um ... that's brighter.
"Maybe I'll ask again. Two people, is there no bite? The attacked place is the same. Your friends are inside."
"No. It's okay to check."
"Hmm ..."
Franklin approached and confirmed that both of us were pounding all over the body with our right hand, tangling, and there was no wound.
It's better than undressing, but how would you check if the two of us were women?
Jacob's gaze at Franklin changed from looking at a dangerous person to looking at a dangerous person who might be a pervert.
"I don't see any painful places. I'm glad."
After the talk, Franklin sat down on a private sofa in the middle of the duty room.
Then he squeaked and touched something and hung something like a watch on his right hand.
click
"Oh. Can you close the door? Why the hell are you still opening the door? Close it quickly."
"Oh yeah, yes."
Jacob approached the entrance carefully and pulled the door closed.
Then he turned the wheels behind the door to lock the door.
"What is that?"
I asked, wondering what he was messing with.
"This? It's handcuffs. You know? That's what the police use. That must have been kicked."
Jacob frowned, but Franklin giggled without worrying and threw a small key next to him.
"handcuffs?"
Handcuffs are familiar. It's a thing that subdues criminals and binds hands to limit behavior.
He hooked the other side of the handcuffs hanging from his right hand to a coil-shaped object hanging from the wall, so an electric stove.
click
Looking at it, I could see what he did.
Franklin he fixed himself to the wall.
Just in case.
For the safety of others.
"You are great."
"Well say. Steelberg and Whisper are in the second room from the left. Go knock, and repeat this twice twice.
"Morse code?"
Jacob used the words he had just learned, but Franklin shook his head with a smile.
"No, it's just a meaningless knock. It's a way of telling you that you still have a brain like you did. If you try to force someone into, you'll be beaten up."
"Oh ... yes. Thank you. Let's meet and talk with them first."
"Yes. I want you to come quickly before I dig."
I didn't know if it was a pleasant personality or a strange spirit, and I had never had a conversation before, so I didn't know it was this personality
I didn't seem to be a bad person though.
There were four doors inside the infirmary. It was a metal door like the entrance to the duty room, so if you were inside, you wouldn't be able to hear the machine gun from outside. Thought.
We knocked on the second door from the left, as Franklin told me, and finally the door opened after a crackling metal friction.
"... Lee or Jay?" Oh my God. God."
"Hi. Everyone must have been hiding well. Do you need a complimentary stamp?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Whisper! And Steelberg. Why do you think you're more fat?"
"Be quiet. Hi Ray. Where did you bite? Oh my God. Are you okay?"
It seems to me that I've gotten more in between, but Jacob hugs him as Steelberg is getting fatter.
As he went along, he was kicked by Steelberg as a result of the bullshit that he would fly to the sky like a balloon.
"Okay. I think everyone is okay. Let's take a break first .."
"CHAN. Oh damn Steelberg. You know what? Outside, crazy infected people are full of stuff. Me and Ray crawled over the box."
"Really? Oh my God. Is there a box that fits my body?"
"No. Whoa ... Let's talk to Franklin once. Outside, I was so tired mentally. You come out too."
Franklin seems to have been forced into quarantine, but it seems to be okay so far.
It's important to know something at that time.
"Hi Franklin. Do you still understand me?"
"Oh. Just inside. Wait for the rescue team to come in. Safely, there's something to eat inside."
"That's hard. We've already been waiting for a month."
"Hahaha. That's right. Still ..."
I sat down on the private sofa in front of Franklin.
Jacob was really exhausted and fell on the bed in the sleeping room, and Steelberg and Whisper came out of the room, looking at Franklin's eyes.
"You know what I'm going to say."
"... I'm thinking about going out."
"Yeah."
... Franklin breathed a deep sigh with a white hand.
"Damn. Why are there no cigarettes in the infirmary?"
"You should stop smoking where patients are."
"Shut up. Damn it ... Where are the fuckin 'army niggas playing poker. Buttholes."
"Haha. That's right. It's gonna be a little damn fast. Idiots."
"I am a soldier too."
"The best of the US military."
"The plague ..."
He seemed to be looking for a cigarette by rubbing his inner pocket to see if he was really hungry, but Franklin's white fingers seemed not to listen.
That's great ...
If you tie your arms like that, blood won't circulate.
A hand that has lost blood becomes a white color, but after a while, the nerves are decaying.
The easiest example to understand is to think of tooth decay.
I don't know exactly, but if it were like that, I would feel the pain as if small bugs were biting each moment.
In my eyes, his calm expression seemed to suppress the pain.
"Are you nervous?"
"..Of course. It's really great."
It's amazing how he hasn't been infected yet, but it's great to keep his hands tied. really.
"Ha. I don't need Abu. Okay. Do you have any plans ready? I'll help you with one hand."
"I really have only one hand."
"Shut up. Do you have any plans? If you run out of sight, you will eventually fall behind in the shelter or outside the shelter."
"Before that, I'm going to ask you a few questions about Shelter. I need a lot of information."
"Information?"
I asked about this and that.
It's been a while since we've been here, but the soldiers who've searched here and there for more details know better.
Is there a place to store weapons or food in the food warehouse? I asked in detail whether there was a vent or a hole to hide somewhere.
"First of all, the amount of food is not bad. People have gone all the way, so you guys will live at least half a year to a year."
"Weapon ... is in the communication room. Um? Communication room? So ... is there a large space at the entrance? Square? Right there is a communication room next to the square. We are waiting for external communication there."
"Then I wait all the time, and I keep most of the weapons there."
"Is it possible that there is an opening? There is no. This asshole shelter has only one entrance from outside and inside."
"Do you have to go out? Why don't you hold on a little longer?"
"If those infected are starving, I have a thought to endure it."
"... probably not."
"We have to go."
"Fuck."
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