I was back standing at the door, facing my older brother.
"Hey, fatty." It was the same words once again.
I just stared at him in a daze as he said the same message all over again.
"Dad said you should come home and pack your stuff." He seemed to realize I wasn't in the right state of mind.
So he just said the message directly and left.
I snapped out of it and thought about escape.
There was no way I had the courage to face the zombie.
I couldn't even move, even though I knew what would happen.
It wasn't like I was surprised.
It was something I expected, yet I couldn't move.
And the one time I did move was to take a step back.
This is really crazy.
Why are there even zombies in school?
This is real life, right?
Things like the apocalypse can't be happening, right?
Yeah, maybe it was just my imagination from reading too much manga.
I must be hallucinating from exhaustion.
Yeah, yeah.
All I need to do is go to my seat and sleep it off.
By the time I wake up, it should be lunchtime.
I hesitated a bit before walking to my seat.
It should be okay, I began to convince myself as I placed my head on my desk.
The weather is nice today, so it should be a good day.
I closed my eyes and hypnotized myself to sleep.
But that sleep was interrupted by screams.
I sat up in a flash just as the zombie landed on me.
It seems it attacked the student beside me and he moved out of the way.
The zombie bit into my neck and blood spurted out.
I died.
...
"Hey, fatty." My brother's voice and the same classroom.
I was trembling this time because it was real.
Soon I'm going to be bitten to death by a zombie.
Then I should probably escape.
But what if the virus has spread all over the school?
Worse, what if it has spread all over the world?
Then nowhere would be safe and I'd have to fight for my life.
No, I can't think that far.
There's no way the world would collapse today.
Yeah, maybe it's like that manga where the rat spread it in school and a student carried it out.
Hopefully, I just have to escape the school.
I didn't bother with my brother in front of me and turned to run outside.
The bell must have sounded a while ago because the hallway was full of students.
Then it happened.
It started with a scream, followed by running.
A zombie had attacked a student who just came out of class ahead of me.
I was pushed around and there was a stampede.
I felt the pain from people stepping on my body.
Eventually, I couldn't endure anymore and someone hit my head hard.
I lost consciousness and then I died.
.....
"Hey, fatty." The same voice.
I stumbled and landed on the ground.
Why, why?
Why did that have to happen at that time?
I couldn't even escape, right?
I barely made it to the next floor before I was stomped to death.
Pathetic.
I obviously can't do anything myself.
I would die the first minute I try to survive the apocalypse alone.
Then I need help to escape.
No, I need to follow someone capable.
"Brother… no, Young Master," I said, turning to him.
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" my brother asked.
Ah, right, he was just telling me I was disowned.
I was just too out of it and blurted out 'brother.'
"Young Master, I need your help," I said, crawling to his legs dangling off the table.
"Oh, for what?" His voice was amused.
He always did like it when I begged.
"There's a zombie in school and we need to escape."
"Hey, are you crazy? Do I look like someone you can joke with?" This time he was angry.
"It's true… I… just wait until the bell rings for class, then you'll see." I couldn't tell him how I knew.
He's already pissed because he thinks I'm messing with him.
Adding that I got the information from regressing would make it worse.
"Oh, then let's go together." He wanted to keep me close so that he could beat me up if I was lying.
That's good for me.
I thanked him with tears flowing down and snot in my nose.
My brother stood in the hallway beside a locker.
The atmosphere between us was silent, and the only sound was from him typing on his phone.
He was probably sending this news to his friends to laugh at me.
I made sure to stick to the wall because of the stampede.
The bell rang and we continued to wait.
Then I saw it.
A student from the class ahead suddenly ran out of the classroom.
Only to be attacked by the student who turned into a zombie in front of him.
The students screamed and began to run.
I sighed in relief because I knew that my brother would believe me.
My brother went into action and tried to run away with the students.
The hallway was crowded as the zombies in other classes rushed out along with other students.
I was behind my brother, trying to keep up, when I was kicked at the back of my knee.
I was fat, so I lacked stamina.
Therefore, I was already tired due to pushing people away and running.
Then someone hit the back of my knee.
So the result was that I stumbled and fell.
"Brother, help!" I screamed as I fell.
"Tsk, you're just dead weight anyway." He said this without even turning back.
A zombie lunged at me on the floor and I was bitten to death.
.....
"Hey, fatty." My brother's voice.
The same voice that called me dead weight.
The same voice that told me the truth.
Even if I follow someone strong, that doesn't change the fact that I'm weak and dead weight.
I would probably be abandoned at the slightest hint of danger.
So how am I meant to survive the zombie apocalypse?
Fight?
I can hardly run without passing out.
Escape?
I'm probably slower than the zombie.
Hide?
I'm too dumb to know where to hide.
Survive?
Haha, I would probably be cheated and killed by a human on the first confrontation, not to talk of a zombie.
What do I do?
Usually, the main characters would be able to calm down and solve the riddle.
But I'm not the main character.
I'm an extra.
I don't have the intelligence to solve this.
Neither do I have the guts to do anything.
And most importantly, I don't have a system.
The bell rang and the teacher forced me to sit down.
"Status." I decided to try my last hope.
I thought long and hard and realized that I certainly can't do anything without a system.
"Status."
"Open panel."
"Start."
"Accept."
"System."
"System." I said all the activation words I had read, hoping that I would see a blue transparent screen.
But nothing.
Soon the student collapses again.
And then the zombie stood up.
As expected, it faced my direction.
"Status."
"Status."
"Hey, system."
"I accept."
"System, system."
I crazily shouted status and system until I died again.
....
"Hey, fatty." This time I screamed once I heard that familiar voice.
System, system, system, system, system.
I kept calling in my head over and over again.
The teacher came in and tried to force me to my seat, but I was in my own world of fear, desperately screaming for the system.
But there was no reply.
And once again, I died.
....
"Hey, fatty."
I realized that it's pointless.
I'm not the main character who suddenly gets the system.
I'm not even a side character.
Neither am I an extra.
Honestly, the perfect word for me is expendable trash.
I'm just cannon fodder that dies in the first scene of the chapter.
And with this realization followed by crazy laughter.
But instead of a happy face, my face was contorted into despair and tears were flowing down my face.
And then I came upon another realization.
A cannon fodder should do what it does best.
Death.
I need to die completely.
It's only then that I can be free.
I need to break out of this cycle.
I stumbled up from the floor and ran to the window.
I jumped down with my head first.
My head hit the pavement hard, with blood flowing profusely.
But even in the pain of having my skull and part of my brain crushed, I smiled.
Then my heartbeat became quiet as I breathed my last.
....
"Hey, fatty."
Ahhh.
I screamed once I heard that voice and those words.
I wrapped my hand around my neck and tightened my grip until my eyes rolled back.
I died from suffocation.
...
"Hey, fatty."
I slammed my head onto the concrete floor repeatedly until I died.
.....
"Hey, fatty."
I stabbed my neck with a pen.
I died.
....
"Hey, fatty."
I staggered into the hallway and rammed my head onto the wall repeatedly.
....
I just kept killing myself in various ways.
Because I sincerely believe that trash like me would never be kept alive by the world.
....
"Hey, fatty."
Hehe.
Hey kid.
Want me to help you throw the trash away?