"Hey ~ Hank, this is already the sixth food you ate today."

A man stared at Hank with an ugly face.

In this special situation of food scarcity, every serving of food has to be carefully calculated.

Ordinary people in the base basically only have one food a day.

Therefore, only those who need to go out to find supplies will maintain three meals a day to maintain combat effectiveness.

However, he really had never encountered such a situation of eating six people's food in one meal.

Even, he even wondered if Hank had contracted some ghost virus this time and came back.

Not only did he think so, but even Hank's teammates thought so.

After all, in this apocalypse, every unusual thing needs to be taken care of, because there is a good chance that it will save your life.

After eating the last bite of food in his hand, Hank left the cafeteria without saying a word.

His teammates looked at each other and followed.

"I advise you not to follow me."

As the protagonist of the unknown changes in his body, Hank is the one who is the most nervous.

You know, his amount of food is no different from other people's.

This time, after eating food for six people, he was about to cry in fright!

And he's still hungry.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting too much attention, he would have continued to eat.

Although it is already very noticeable.

"Isn't it, Boss Hank, you're going to drive us away?"

"I'm going out this time, and I'm not going back until I understand what's changed in me."

Hank chased away his teammates, returned to his home fully armed, and drove away without looking back.

After leaving the base, Hank did not follow the road to the town, but followed the path and drove his motorcycle to the mountains not far away.

Very few people come here.

Although there are often animals here.

But since a team came here to hunt and found animals infected with the virus, no one has come back.

Because no one knows if the animal you killed was infected with the virus.

If you bring it back to the base, then the entire base will be gone soon?

But Hank, who is hungry now, can't care about that much.

The acid in his stomach burned his stomach, and he felt like if he didn't eat again, his stomach would have to be burned through by the acid!

Probably because no one had been here for a long time, Hank had just entered the mountain when he found a deer.

Hank didn't hesitate, he lifted it up and killed him.

Bang~

The sudden gunfire in the mountains startled the birds in the trees.

The beasts in Hank's vicinity were frightened away by the sudden noise, but there were also some strange creatures who, after hearing the gunshots, spread out and ran wildly towards the place where the guns rang out.

Hank walked up to the dead deer, touched the deer's corpse, felt the corpse that had not yet cooled, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, it's a normal deer.

So, Hank found firewood on the spot and set up a fire.

The dead deer was skinned and roasted by the fire.

But before he could roast on the fire, Hank's mouth watered from the intense hunger.

Hank couldn't hold back any longer and took a bite on the piece of meat.

And it was as if a switch had been flipped up, and the bite could no longer be listened to, until all the flesh on his hands was swallowed into his stomach.

Probably because the food he had just swallowed in his stomach was not digested, Hank's sanity began to slowly return.

Hank's body trembled as he remembered his crazy appearance.

"It's difficult... Could it be that ... I really became... Zombie? ”

The appearance of eating venison raw just now looks like a zombie, which makes Hank mistakenly think that he has been infected with the virus and is about to become a zombie.

Thinking of the zombies he had seen before, Hank's heart suddenly felt dead.

At this moment, Hank wanted to die, and even, he had already taken out a pistol and aimed it at his head.

Because of this, Hank didn't notice that he had been targeted!

Just as Hank was about to finish himself, a fishy wind rushed behind him, and Hank was immediately thrown to the ground.

Hank's body rolled on the ground several times, and he felt a pain in his lower back, presumably accidentally scratched on a sharp rock while rolling.

After being pounced, the instinct formed by fighting zombies for many years made him immediately block his forearm in front of his neck.

And the next second, he felt his forearm tighten.

Hank looked at it and saw that it was a rotten beast head.

That rumor turned out to be true!

There really are zombie-talking animals on this mountain!?

Hank's pistol clenched in his other hand was raised, and several shots burst the rotting beast's head in front of him.

When Hank overturned the corpse that pressed on him, he found that he had been surrounded, and several black shadows around him pounced on him one after another.

Bang bang bang~

Suddenly, the gunshots rang out incessantly.

A few minutes later, after killing all the zombie animals, Hank rests against the trunk of a large tree.

I saw that Hank's body was full of smelly black blood, and the thick iron sheet on his arms and calves had already been deformed, but I didn't know if he had been bitten through.

After encountering zombies, wear an arm guard made of iron on your arm, which can save your life at a critical moment.

Even if the zombie is infinitely powerful, it is difficult to tear the iron sheet apart in a short period of time.

However, this is not necessarily the case with animals.

Animals' canine teeth are very sharp.

“！！！”

Realizing this, Hank stood up suddenly.

He walked quickly to the river he saw when he went up the mountain, and washed the blood off his body with the water.

At the same time, Hank removes the arm guards and leg guards from his arms and calves, revealing the skin inside.

And Hank saw the wound!

Those wounds were not caused by the beast biting the iron sheet, but the iron skin was deformed and scratched against the skin.

If it had been before, Hank might have breathed a sigh of relief.

But now, Hank was covered in the blood of zombie beasts, and that blood must have touched the wound, and even now it was too late to clean the wound.

Gotta ~ tired, let's destroy.

Hank, who realizes this, completely loses the last shred of luck.

If he could still use the absence of a wound on his body before, it may not be that he was infected with the virus, but that his ordinary appetite has increased to deceive himself.

But now, whether it is ordinary or not, he is going to become a zombie.

This wound, he will turn into a zombie in four hours at most.

Of course, it could be earlier.

After all, he was most likely infected with the zombie virus before this.

Hank silently raised his gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

Click~

The bullets are gone.