This little bit of water had to be conserved.

As Kim Haru had expected, he thoroughly searched all three floors of the restaurant, but aside from that half bottle of water, he found absolutely nothing.

Not a single bite of food.

Stepping out of the restaurant, he looked at the desolation and blood on the ground, and for a moment, he wondered if he should continue on.

This was the apocalypse—could he really survive?

Tch!

What was he saying, being so negative?

Kim Haru slapped his cheeks to perk himself up.

He wasn't the type to back down in the face of difficulties.

Before he came to this world, he had managed just fine on his own, and now that he was in this new world, he could still take care of himself!

So what if it was the apocalypse world?

He had played so many zombie games; why should he be afraid of this mere apocalypse?

...

"...That scared the life out of me!"

Kim Haru braced himself against the door, breathing heavily.

This was the fourth shop he had searched—a medium-sized supermarket.

Perhaps it was because everything else had gone relatively smoothly aside from not finding anything, but his alertness had slipped away.

So he carelessly walked past a body that was lying face down.

Suddenly, the corpse shot up, its sharp-nailed hands reaching straight for Kim Haru!

He was stunned in shock.

In a split second, Kim Haru grabbed the long stick in his hand and swung it down hard.

Bang!

The zombie's hand snapped off with a crack!

The courage that had been fueled by fear quickly vanished, and Kim Haru's legs and arms went limp.

All he could remember was gripping his stick tightly and fleeing in panic.

"This is nothing like zombies in games! This is really terrifying!"

He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.

The noises outside the door had stopped.

Kim Haru clutched the stick, ready to open the door.

He had to deal with this zombie.

Not only did he need to search the area for supplies, but he couldn't afford to constantly be on guard against a single zombie.

If Kim Haru wanted to survive in the apocalypse, he had to face zombies eventually—fighting was unavoidable.

Following the typical patterns in novels and games, zombies would only get stronger over time.

He needed to start training early.

Kim Haru cracked the door open just a bit and quickly spotted the zombie.

What puzzled him was that the zombie wasn't standing at the door as he had expected.

Instead, it was wandering around aimlessly, as if it hadn't even noticed a living person was right here.

Kim Haru was confused.

But now wasn't the time to dwell on it.

While the zombie's back was turned around, Kim Haru opened the door and dashed out.

Bang!

Kim Haru swung the stick hard at the zombie's head.

The wooden stick made a dull sound as it connected with the zombie's skull, sending its neck lurching to the side.