Godzilla's Path to the Ancient Gods

Chapter 64 Zombie Beast
"Hey~ Hank, this is already the sixth food you ate today."

A man stared at Hank with an ugly face.

In this extraordinary time when food is scarce, every morsel counts.

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

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

However, he has never encountered such a situation where he ate food for six people in one meal.

He even wondered if Hank had come back infected with some ghost virus after going out this time.

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

After all, in this goddamn apocalypse, everything out of the ordinary needs attention because there's a good chance it could save your life.

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

And his teammates looked at each other and followed.

"I advise you not to follow me."

As the protagonist whose body undergoes unknown changes, Hank is the most nervous one.

You know, his appetite is no different from other people's.

This time he ate food for six people in one meal, and he almost cried in fright!

Moreover, he is still hungry now.

If he was not afraid of attracting too much attention, he would still continue to eat.

Although it is already very attractive.

"No way, Boss Hank, are you driving us away?"

"I'm going out this time, and I won't come back until I understand what has changed in me."

Hank drove away his teammates, returned to his home fully armed, drove a motorcycle and left 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 a mountain not far away.

Usually very few people come here.

Although there are often animals here.

But no one has been here since a small party came hunting and found the virus-infected animals.

Because no one knows whether the animal you killed was infected with the virus or not.

In case it is brought back to the base, the whole base will be gone soon?

But now Hank, who is already hungry, can't care so much.

The acid in his belly burned his stomach, and he felt that if he didn't eat any more, his stomach would be burned through by the acid!
Probably because no one has been here for a long time, Hank found a deer just after entering the mountain.

Without hesitation, Hank raised the gun and beat him to death.

bang~
The sudden gunshots in the mountains startled the birds on the trees.

The beasts near Hank were all scared away by the sudden sound, but there were also some strange creatures, after hearing the gunshot, they ran away and ran towards the gunshot instead.

Hank walked up to the dead deer, touched the deer's body, and breathed a sigh of relief feeling the body that hadn't cooled down yet.

Fortunately, this is a normal deer.

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

Beside the fire, the dead deer was skinned and boned and roasted.

But it hadn't been long on the fire, and the strong hunger made Hank's mouth water.

Hank couldn't bear it anymore, and bit the piece of meat.

And it was as if a switch had been turned on, the bite could no longer be heard until he swallowed all the meat in his hand into his stomach.

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

Thinking of the crazy look just now, Hank's body trembled.

"Could it be that... I really became a... zombie?"

The appearance of eating venison raw just now looked like a zombie, which made Hank mistakenly think that he had been infected with the virus and was about to become a zombie.

Thinking of the zombies he had seen before, Hank felt ashamed.

At this moment, Hank wanted to die. He even took out his pistol and pointed it at his head.

Because of this, Hank didn't notice that he was already being targeted!
Just when Hank was about to kill himself, a gust of wind came from behind, and Hank was thrown to the ground immediately.

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

After being thrown, the instinct formed by fighting zombies all the year round allowed him to block his neck with his forearm immediately.

In the next second, he felt his forearm tighten.

Hank took a closer look, and it turned out to be a rotten animal head.

That rumor turned out to be true!
There are really zombie-like animals on this mountain! ?

Hank raised the pistol tightly held in his other hand, and blasted the rotten animal head in front of him with several shots.

When Hank overturned the corpse on top of him, he found that he was surrounded, and several black shadows around him rushed towards him one after another.

bang bang bang~
Suddenly, gunshots continued.

A few minutes later, after killing all the zombified animals, Hank rested on the trunk of a large tree.

I saw that Hank's body was covered with stinky black blood, and the thick iron sheets on his arms and calves had long been deformed, but he didn't know if they had been bitten through.

After encountering zombies, wear armguards made of iron sheets on your arms, which can save your life at critical moments.

Even if the zombies are extremely powerful and reasonably amazing, it is difficult to tear the iron sheet into pieces in a short time.

However, it is not necessarily the case with animals.

Animals have sharp canine teeth.

"!!!"

Hank, realizing this, stood up abruptly.

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

At the same time, Hank removed the armguards and leggings from his arms and calves, exposing the skin inside.

And Hank really saw the wound!

Those wounds were not caused by wild beasts biting through the iron sheet, but that the iron sheet deformed and scratched the skin, scratching the skin.

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

But now, Hank's body is covered with the blood of zombies and beasts. The blood must have touched the wound, and even now it is too late to clean the wound.

Gotta be tired, destroy it.

Hank, who realized this, completely lost the last trace of luck.

If he had said that he didn't have a wound on his body before, he might not have been infected with a virus, but just his normal appetite had increased, to deceive himself.

But now, regardless of whether the ordinary food intake has increased, he will become a zombie.

With this wound, he will turn into a zombie within four hours at most.

Of course, it may be earlier.

After all, he was very likely infected with the zombie virus before that.

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

click~
The bullets are gone.

(End of this chapter)