Survive In The Last Days: My Second Life
|(9) God Damn|
Warning: This work is my original work and is only a fictitious work. Language can be harsh so please do not imitate it.
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“Don't look for trouble with me, if you don't listen to the words I say, I won't hesitate to break all your bones into two pieces,” said Zen coldly then left Joy who was still shaking in fear behind him.
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“Hahhh, make my mood drop,” muttered Zen who was already in the kitchen of his apartment to make his dinner.
Of course the food he cooked was a practical food that anyone could cook including himself who could not cook. Especially if it's not instant noodles.
It only takes at least 6 minutes to wait for the noodles to ripen and be ready to eat. Slowly he ate his mediocre food.
‘True, eating is a way to quickly restore mood,’ inner Zen then continue eating until it runs out.
After she finished she put the dirty dishes in the sink and started washing them. For a job like this, it is very easy to do by Zen. After all he had never been noticed by his parents since childhood, it required little Zen to do everything on his own.
Starting from washing dishes, washing clothes, cleaning the room and other homework. Except for cooking. He is very bad at cooking. For cooking business usually he can only submit to his brother.
If her brother is not home all she can do is make instant noodles secretly to fill her stomach or hold her hungry until her brother returns.
After finishing his dish washing activities he switched to his training. His right hand had now grasped the kitchen knife and started swinging it according to the techniques he had trained in his last life.
‘True, as I suspected if my body could not swing this knife to its fullest,’ inner Zen after trying to swing for thirty minutes.
What Zen currently possessed was only the memories regarding the techniques and movements he had in his first life. While his current body could not accommodate all the techniques and movements he was doing. After all his body was now weak and lacked the basics of training.
If he remained imposing it would only result in his arm being sore and stiff. Inevitably he must still force to keep doing the movements that have been trained in his previous life.
After swinging the kitchen knife for an hour in his right hand, he now took a kitchen knife for his left hand and began to practice again.
That's right, Zen is a double dagger user. His left hand was as effective as his right hand, but this advantage was always hidden, even only 2 people knew about it, his brother and the coach who had trained him.
As a person who can not use supernatural powers can be ascertained he will be targeted and considered the weakest so that it can be killed by anyone.
Because of this he hid some of his superiority. Satisfied with the movement of the hand that was not stiff anymore, he put the two kitchen knives back in place and walked to his room to take a bath.
Well after practicing his movements, he let out quite a bit of sweat which made him feel uncomfortable and ended up deciding to take a bath.
‘Although I knew if the water in the bathroom was going to be very cold,’ Inner Zen secretly shuddered in horror.
“Huftttt, at least I know my technique is still workable. I just need to practice to smooth it out and get my hands used to touching the knife,” said Zen sighing tired and leaning his body in the bath up.
‘Truely this is cold,’ Inner Zen then started rinsing himself quickly.
Zen's apartment includes a small apartment. Only an apartment measuring 25 square meters that corresponds to the rent can be paid. The apartment consists of only one room, one kitchen, and one small family room.
Plus her bathroom fused with the bedroom. Even to reduce the cost of rent he had to rent an apartment that did not have a heater for his bath water.
If he wanted to take a warm bath, he would have to cook the water first which would take quite a long time.
Even if her brother always gave her monthly money, she never used the money for a dime. In her life she always had the motto not to rely too much on anyone, even if it was her own brother.
So he prefers to work even though he knows that he will be treated like that rather than using his brother's money or someone else's money. Even if he used the money, he would always return it.
The monthly money given by her brother always ends up she donates or she returns it to her brother. Even if her brother did not accept her he would return back using their parent's intermediary.
After 10 minutes of soaking in the cold water, he got up and put on a comfortable shirt to sleep in. Well, it's past 22:00. Zen had to sleep now, however he did not want to be late when he entered school tomorrow.
“Talking about school, I was getting impatient to meet him,” muttered Zen then closed his eyes and started to get swept away by the dream.
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At 06:56, a young man stood in front of the refrigerator with a towel still on his shoulder. The young man was Zen, just finishing his morning jog.
‘The distance I traveled was only 5 km, it seemed the same as yesterday, the difference was that I only stopped to rest for one time,’ Inner Zen while taking the cereal box he bought yesterday in the convenience store.
‘Luckily I know the trick of managing breathing while running that was discovered by me through my life experience. Speaking of running I so remember how I survived those zombies,’ Inner Zen.
If you expect me to slash the zombie's head with a sharp object or an iron rod, you're wrong. I am not saved by doing these things.
All I do is run. Running with all my might dodging the zombie crowd that wanted to eat me. Running even though my feet are no longer able to step up for the safety of life. Running around without a care until I find a safe haven from the reach of zombies. Running to survive.
“If you remember it again it is a funny thing,” said Zen then put the cereal he had made into his mouth.
A Zen Westerlock had weak physical strength. That's a fact. Being aware of that weak physical strength made Zen hate sports.
Because he realized, no matter how much exercise he did would improve his physical strength, it would only make his joints stiff and suffer from pain.
But there is one thing Zen knows after feeling the end of the world. He could not improve his physical strength but that did not mean he was weak.
His body is strong, his body is able to carry out heavy activities. Although after exercise he suffered from muscle pain but doctors always say if his body is strong.
It was also the reason how Zen was still willing to try to do the sport despite his weak physical strength. His body can compensate for strenuous activity but the strength he has is not enough to do strenuous activity.
Therefore he could deduce one thing after the end of the world happened. He could not improve his physical strength but he could do something to cover it up.
He began to understand the term technique.
A technique where he could run a considerable distance without having to worry about his physical strength.
A technique in which he can use a gun with high thrust without having to worry about his physical strength. And a technique where he could defend against a crowd of zombies with weak physical strength.
Poor physical strength was covered by the secret technique he had analyzed. And because of all those techniques he could survive for the next few years.
Because of this technique, a Zen Westerlock was able to run 10 to 20 kilometers with regular breaths to escape from the group of zombies that were chasing him.
Pulmonary breathing techniques.
The lungs have the capacity to store a volume of air of about 4-5 liters for men and 3-4 liters for women. The lungs have 4 air storage volumes, tidal volume, inspiratory reserve volume, expiratory reserve volume, and residual volume.
What I'm using here is the residual volume, like the explanation that is usually on the website. Residual volume is the volume of air that remains in the lungs, even though the breath has been exhaled strongly.
Before that I will explain a little about the apocalypse that will happen. The apocalypse is divided into two parts, the first apocalypse takes place in sector A, the first place zombies are found and the place where the first zombies are laid. Then the second apocalypse occurred when the earth experienced a meteor fall.
‘If I don't remember wrongly it's exactly 30 days after the first apocalypse occurred, my inner’ while recalling.
Right in the second apocalypse after the fall of the meteor, the humans begin to experience a resurgence of supernatural powers. At that time also began to spread supernatural energy that made the humans experience a resurrection.
The energy comes from meteor rocks falling to earth. Supernatural energy began to spread throughout the world and the number is unlimited or infinite.
I harnessed this supernatural energy to increase the amount of residual volume that could be accommodated in the lungs. The total amount that should be in the lungs is about 1200 milliliters, after using supernatural energy I can expand at least 5 times the original amount.
Because the amount of residual volume capacity of mine which is 5 times the original amount is able to make me at least be able to run 10 kilometers without having to worry about my breathing and weak physical strength.
Of course it's not easy to do that, at least you should be able to focus on directing the supernatural energy that is scattered in the air and pulling it into your lungs, he said, more precisely where the reserve volume of residue is located.
It takes a high concentration to do it, if you can just direct it to the lungs it's good enough, but if you fail to direct it and the energy instead leads to dangerous places like the heart, bones, and brain. Maybe you're dead.
Well, the risk of failure is death. Unless you can absorb the supernatural energy and spread it to your body in a short time until it makes it balanced again, maybe you won't die.
But it's impossible not to do? To focus on directing it to one place only requires high concentration, how about making it balanced? That's impossible! Your body may explode first due to unbalanced energy pressure.
You must be asking, why can't I do it? It was simple, because I knew the structure of the human body very well. More precisely because I wanted to be loved by both of my parents, I tried to study harder, read more, and remember everything.
Butwhat? I still can't beat my brother. I told you no, brother is a perfect existence. Since I studied harder, I could say I was a genius among students my age.
Even so, the radiance I emitted could not be brighter than the radiance belonging to my brother. That's why I gave up on being superior, instead I just read books for me to make reading materials for my free time.
Because I remember the structure of the human body in great detail I was able to direct that energy well through the branches that were inside my body.
Even so, it still requires a fairly high concentration and spends a lot of time.
I can expand fivefold after fighting risking my life for 2 years. After those 2 years I never absorbed the energy again because after 2 years I was reunited with my brother and began that hell training.
/Cringg …......
The sound of my cell phone alarm made me go back to the real world and immediately turn off the alarm I set. My eyes were round when I knew the clock was 07:15.
“Sial, I'm late!” I shouted then immediately stood up, grabbed the bag I had placed on the sofa and started running wildly towards the school bus.
‘Sial, shit, shit, how can I be late?! I can't be late!’ my mind started to panic.
‘If I don't go to class, brother will know it and he won't let go of me, my inner’ again and start running towards the bus stop.
‘That's the bus!’ my mind and quicken my footsteps.
“No, please don't go first. Wait!” I shouted at the bus that started walking.
It seemed like I was being unlucky, the bus did not stop and walked quickly forward without listening to my screams.
“Akhhh! Shit, now how am I going to go to school?” I murmured while thinking.
‘It seems like there is no other way but to run towards school, my inner’ after finishing thinking.
“But can I?” I murmured while asking myself uncertainly.
“Fuck with it all, better to try than to give up. I don't want to be scolded by my brother!” I started running and announced prayers that the school gate had not been closed.
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“Fiuhhhh, fortunately the school gate has not been closed,” I said with a sigh of relief.
Just before the gate was closed, I arrived and escaped. Now that I was on the road to my class, well it seemed like the first lesson hour had already begun. I hope the teacher who taught hasn't arrived in class yet.
But it seems like fate hates me a lot. Just as I wanted to climb the stairs towards the second floor I was confronted by two upperclassmen standing in the way there. Oh, add one woman I just met yesterday, now standing in the middle of both.
‘I know if I'm not the lead role, maybe I'm just an unimportant role here. But to have bad luck every day ... this really has passed, my inner’ while looking at the three people standing on the stairs who were staring in disdain at me.
‘And I just wanted to go to class so that my sister wouldn't scold me.. Fuck!’ my inner self was upset and started to launch words of pearl for the god who governed my unlucky fate.
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