【October 11th, afternoon】

The strange fish outside have been dormant for several days, but the movements of the zombies have become more agile.

I'm enduring the pain and digging the rotten flesh from my arm.

The cries of a child came from upstairs.

"Mom! Mom, don't die!"

The zombies rushed towards the building because of his crying, and the stench became even stronger.

After cleaning the wound, I cooked all the remaining instant noodles and used the only portable gas canister I had.

I can't just starve to death.

It was the only satisfying meal in over ten days, but I vomited while eating and ended up banging my head against the floor, wailing.

【Clatter, clatter】

I swallowed my tears as I heard the sound of the door panel moving.