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Junho moved quickly in the direction the flanking group of zombies had run.

He had only three magazines, and even if he used the Glock 17, he now had fewer than two hundred rounds left.

By contrast, the zombies that had gone around outnumbered that several times over.

But Junho was neither worried nor afraid.

'Alphas that don’t normally leave their territory at night all moved at once? That means they’re short on food.'

Meanwhile, gunfire had been ringing noisily for quite a while from the direction of Golden Heights, roughly eight hundred meters away.

So even though it was the middle of the night, the Alphas had clearly gathered after chasing the sound.

They had pushed themselves too far as well.

On top of that, this was an area where no military unit had ever come before Major Lee Seokjin’s unit arrived.

No matter how much of an Alpha they were, they were still cannibal monsters whose memories from when they had been human had been erased.

They had no idea what it meant when an army armed with firearms devoted itself solely to defense.

Of course, that did not mean Major Lee Seokjin’s unit and the combat team under Park Cheolwoo had an overwhelming advantage.

There were still zombies numbering in the thousands, and they were somewhat short on ammunition.

But.

'All I have to do is eliminate the Alphas quickly.'

Then the rest could be handled somehow.

— The combat team says they’ve encountered the ones that flanked around. They’re going into action on that side too!

At Park Deokcheol’s continued report, Junho ran even faster, and the luminous bodies inside his night vision moving along the outer wall quickly drew closer.

The zombies were building a living tower to climb over the retaining wall, five or six meters high, and the obstacles installed on top of it.

Tatang...! Tang...! Tatatang...!

In that instant, gunshots that were clearly from the combat team began ringing out.

— One hundred fifty meters now, boss!

Almost at the same time, Park Deokcheol’s voice came through the headset, and Junho immediately stopped running.

In the distance, an Alpha was using ordinary zombies as shields to avoid bullets while climbing the living tower made of slave zombies.

Junho immediately aimed the AR-15 at the head shining like an incandescent bulb.

The thing had no idea he was behind it.

Kraaaaaah...!

Other zombies were mixed in, making the aim somewhat difficult, but Junho waited patiently for the timing.

Then, the moment the especially distinct white head was about to be fully exposed—

Paang!

With a short half-second delay, the subsonic round lodged in the back of the Alpha’s now-clearly-exposed head.

Kraaat...! Kyaaak...!

A few seconds later, the slaves that had lost their master twisted and contorted as usual, and part of the tower made from layers of zombies collapsed because of it.

“Tell them to aim only at the ones trying to climb over the wall now.”

— Yes, sir!

Junho slung the AR-15 behind his back and drew his commando dagger and spike.

Now that the Alpha giving the orders had been eliminated, the zombies would look up toward the gunfire and flashes and try to climb the outer wall.

In the middle of the night like this, not during the day, they would not properly recognize someone approaching from behind.

“Hoo....”

Junho pushed his night vision up, lightly caught his breath, then slowly walked toward the place where zombies were clinging like a swarm of ants, holding the machete and spike in both hands.

Tatang...! Tang...! Tatatang...!

Kraaaaah...!!! Gruuuugh...!!!

Amid the growing gunfire and roars, the sight of cannibal monsters with their hair wildly disheveled under the moonlight, reaching upward and flailing, was grotesque.

It was as if the starving demons of hell, endlessly craving food, had appeared in reality.

But Junho walked quietly toward that horrifying and terrifying scene as calmly as if he had come out for a nighttime stroll.

Then he quickly drove the spike diagonally above the cervical vertebrae of the zombie clinging at the very edge to another of its kind’s back.

At the soundless attack, the zombie immediately collapsed.

But none of them noticed.

With an expressionless face, Junho moved in a wide semicircle and mechanically repeated the motion of rapidly stabbing the spike into the backs of the heads of zombies who had no idea the grim reaper stood behind them.

The sight of zombies having the backs of their heads pierced almost one per second and being sent to eternal rest created witnesses among the combat team on-site, Park Deokcheol and the drone operator controlling drones, and others.

“Holy shit....”

Among them were also a few brave survivors who, despite being terrified by the gunshots, screams, and zombie roars, were watching the situation outside through gaps in the curtains.

“T-that’s insane. He’s insane. He’s really insane.”

And one of them raised a phone with trembling hands and began filming footage that, one day in an unknown future, would leak and plunge countless people into shock and horror.

That was when Junho, after stabbing more than a hundred zombies to death using only the spike, finally swung the commando dagger and machete instead of the spike at another group of zombies running over to join them.

***

Wouldn’t you be safe from zombies even in the apocalypse if you wore a protective suit that completely covered your body, or something like the plate armor medieval knights used to wear?

That fantasy, something almost anyone would have imagined at least once, was half right and half wrong.

First, it was true that zombies could not bite through a protective suit or plate armor.

But one thing people commonly overlooked was the mass of zombies charging in without reason—in other words, their force.

If it was one or two, you might be able to stop them. If you were very strong, maybe even three or four.

But what if dozens, hundreds of zombies surged in?

Even if they could not bite you thanks to the protective suit or plate armor, you would be seriously injured or crushed to death by the force of them slamming down, tearing, and pressing.

The second thing overlooked was human stamina.

No matter how brutally someone had trained, they could not keep moving their body without rest for a long time and continue intense combat while wearing something that heavy.

An ordinary person could manage five to ten minutes at most, and an athlete might last two or three times that, but in the end, the result was the same: they would be too exhausted to fight, or even stand properly.

That was why, even though he had prepared full-body motorcycle suits for Hyunwoo and the others he knew in Bucheon, he had told them that if they encountered zombies, they should not look back and should run first.

In the end, when dealing with zombies, agility and mobility mattered most.

When you encountered them, running away quickly was not just the best option. It was the only way to survive.

But.

Swish! Shk!

Thud-thud! Thwack! Thud-thud-thud!

If someone had steel-like stamina that did not tire even after more than an hour of intense fighting, and overwhelming strength comparable to a large beast of prey.

If, on top of that, they had the dynamic vision of a raptor and reflexes as quick as a cat’s.

Then even with only cold weapons, they could face hundreds of zombies alone.

“......!!!”

Park Cheolwoo, the resort combat team, Park Deokcheol, the drone operator, and even the survivors hiding and watching.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the brutal and desperate fight unfolding under the moon.

At some point, the gunfire had stopped.

Because there was no longer an Alpha to give orders, every zombie had recognized the “only” moving human as both attack target and prey.

But in this moment, predator and prey had been reversed.

Every time the machete and commando dagger flashed under the moonlight, the zombies around him were split into two or three pieces and collapsed.

There were so many of them that occasionally, an individual succeeded in grabbing Junho and thrusting its teeth toward him.

But each time, a fist, knee, or elbow loaded with tremendous power flew in and blasted the thing’s face clean away.

Even five or six, or dozens, pushing in from one direction was useless.

Tuuung...!

With an explosive sound that seemed to echo down into the earth, the chest of the individual struck by a fast, powerful shoulder blow caved in, and even the ones behind it were pushed back by the force and toppled in a heap.

“Kh!”

At that overwhelming sight, Park Cheolwoo clenched his fist without realizing it and gritted his teeth.

Then he shouted in a metallic voice at the combat team, who were looking down in a daze.

“What are you doing? Keep firing! Are you going to leave Mr. Junho fighting alone like that!?”

“......!”

The combat team snapped back to their senses and only then hurriedly resumed firing.

“You can use every magazine you have left! Fuck! Kill them all!”

Tatang! Tang!

Feeling his eyes grow hot for reasons he did not understand, Park Cheolwoo and the combat team pulled their triggers.

***

The fierce battle ended.

The resort combat team had used up all the live ammunition they had brought, and Major Lee Seokjin’s unit had fought so intensely that most of them had only one magazine or half a magazine left.

The zombies that had swarmed Golden Heights were almost all dead.

The ones that survived merely had their brains intact; they were individuals left with only their upper bodies, or with their thighs or knees destroyed, crawling along the ground.

“Kraaa....”

Thuk!

A soldier drove his bayonet into the crown of the head of a gangster who had turned into a zombie today and was crawling across the ground with one hand reaching upward.

Wearing gloves and masks, the soldiers walked among a number of zombie corpses too great to count, finishing off the ones not yet dead.

Thanks to dozens of lanterns kept in the apartment complex and the tactical lights Junho had brought, the area in front of the apartment’s main gate and outer wall was quite bright.

“Uegh! Bleeergh!”

“.......”

There were a few people pulling down their masks and retching, but overall, as Park Cheolwoo watched the soldiers silently doing what had to be done, he turned his head.

Junho had removed his helmet and tactical vest, and when he poured purified water over his head, white steam rose in wisps.

“B-boss. I’ll do it for you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Park Deokcheol hurriedly took the water container and poured it, and Junho washed his hands and face.

Because he had worn goggles, a ballistic mask, and gloves, he did not have a single wound.

However, his combat uniform and protective gear were not merely soaked in blood and bits of flesh. His shoulder, elbow, and knee pads were half-crushed or partially broken.

That alone proved how brutally Junho had fought, and Park Cheolwoo shuddered without realizing it.

That was not all.

Lee Seokjin, who had come to stand beside him at some point, was also looking at Junho with eyes mixed with various emotions, having forgotten even the lingering excitement from the battle that had ended only minutes earlier.

Sensing the two men’s gazes, Junho swept his wet hair back over his forehead and approached them.

“Major, is the cleanup inside the apartment complex going well?”

“...Yes. Two platoons are going through each building and gathering the survivors. That Lieutenant Kim Sunwoo? He’s also helping by gathering the police officers and firefighters.”

“I see. Lieutenant Kim Sunwoo is capable and decent. Thanks to him, taking control of the penthouse and the central management office was easy.”

“I heard. He’s also extremely cooperative. So starting tomorrow, I’m thinking of putting him in charge of part of the complex’s security. Anyway....”

Lee Seokjin paused briefly, then drew in a deep breath and spoke.

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“Not at all. I’m perfectly fine.”

At Junho’s shrugging response, Lee Seokjin’s shoulders trembled lightly.

Snap!

Then he gave Junho a perfectly angled salute.

“......!?”

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“At least in this moment, on behalf of the Republic of Korea Army... I offer Mr. Lee Junho my gratitude and respect. Thank you, Mr. Lee Junho.”

“The same goes for me.”

Park Cheolwoo, standing beside him, also saluted as if he had returned to his days as an active-duty Special Forces soldier.

“...No need for that.”

With an awkward expression, Junho returned the salute.

And at that moment—

Snap! Pak! Snap-snap!

Every nearby soldier, regardless of rank, saluted Junho one after another, and the wave spread to every soldier in front of the main gate.

To them, Junho was a true warrior and hero.

Phenomenon itself.