Musroom Land (English)

Chapter 1:Gas Boy

NOTE:I made a lot of mistakes in translating because I'm Vietnamese and not good at English. I hope you can forgive these mistakes

Click... clack... Sigh, there's nothing left in this car. It doesn't even look like a car anymore. There's really no hope for a rusty iron box!

Ah, hello! You might be wondering why I'm dressed like someone from a radiation zone, right? Gas mask and yellow hazmat suit. Actually, my situation is pretty much the same. Let me tell you the whole story, what happened. First, let me introduce myself. My name is... is... I can't remember! It's been a long time since I was called by my name by a normal person. I didn't pay attention to it either, so now I can't remember. My memory is really bad. Oh, maybe I've been beating around the bush because I can't remember my name. So you can call me "Gas Boy". It's a bit of a lame name, but whatever. Now I'll get back to the main point... It must have been about 3 years ago. At that time, I was playing a VR game to kill time. Well, I'm quite good at it, but while I was playing, the car alarm kept going off in the parking lot, making me unable to concentrate. I immediately exited the game, opened the window, and intended to call the car owner to turn off the alarm or chase away the person near the car because the alarm kept going off. But what I saw were hideous creatures, or I could say they were disgusting. Their bodies were covered in fungus, like half-decomposed corpses. Just by looking at them, I immediately recognized that they were zombies, or so I thought. At this moment, many screams interrupted my train of thought. Perhaps those monsters had already infiltrated this apartment building. This apartment building has 5 floors, and I live on the 3rd floor. Not knowing what to do, I heard gunshots outside the hallway. Like a ray of hope, I opened the door ajar. I saw the old hunter who lived next door to my room shooting at the zombies with his shotgun. But when the zombies approached, he immediately fell down and had a seizure. He writhed in pain and then turned into a zombie. I witnessed it all and knew that these creatures could infect their prey at a certain distance without necessarily biting them. While the zombies were not yet approaching me, I quickly returned to the room, grabbed a can of insect spray, matches, and created a simple flamethrower. Hurriedly putting on a mask, I rushed out to the fire escape as fast as possible. The 2nd floor is probably not safe now either, but there is a window in the middle of the staircase. Outside this window is a water pipe that connects from the roof straight down to the yard on the left side of the apartment building. This is where the water pump for the apartment building is located and is fenced on both sides. Although it is not very strong, since no one is there, the zombies probably haven't gone there yet. After a few seconds of thinking, I used the can of insect spray in my hand to break the glass door and climb down the iron pipe. Unexpectedly, there were 2 zombie that heard the sound of the water pipe and rushed over. I was going to jump down because they couldn't get into the place I was going to land anyway, but I suddenly remembered how the hunter died and shuddered. I wasn't sure if this mask could protect me from turning into a zombie, so I decided that when I had just climbed down more than halfway from that position, I jumped over the wall separating the apartment building and a park. Although my body and legs hit the wall, I was still able to cling to the wall and climb over there. Step over the wall and now I'm here. I'm also surprised that I've alive until now. In front of me is a store that I don't think has anything useful left inside for 3 years now. So I'm sure I'm not the first person to be here. But anyway, let's go in, take whatever there is. There's really nothing left here, but there are 3 zombies here that made me have to work hard to give each one an axe. I don't use guns much because I don't have much ammunition and they're quite noisy. Now I only have a Glock pistol on me. Yes, just a pistol I picked up from a police corpse. There are no assault rifles or machine guns like in the zombie movies. Where can you find those things in real life? Learning to use them is already very difficult, so why don't I prioritize finding weapons just to look cool like that? I've met many people looking for guns like that, and I never see them again when they go looking. Even though I just stay there, not going anywhere.