Chapter 16. Dispersion (7)
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‘How long have we been together so far?’
Camilla frowned because she couldn’t calculate it. She felt like her concept of time became strange when she was with Johan.
Of course, this doesn’t mean he does magic or anything. It’s just that every day was a series of new experiences, and because of that, each day felt like two or three days.
When we raise our voices and fight over something trivial, when we spy on each other’s bodies while emotionally training while angry, and on nights like that, we covet each other’s bodies as if we were extorting them.
It wasn’t just fun and happiness. However, it was always new. So, I was secretly looking forward to it. What can we do together tomorrow? What else can I do the next day?
However, the scene before my eyes was far beyond any category.
“… “Right now, is it true that Johan has summoned a zombie?”
If I were alone, I would say I saw something in vain.
“… Amazing.”
Seeing Cassandra continuously expressing her admiration, it seems like this is reality. Cassandra’s face was flushed, her eyes were slightly closed, and her body was trembling slightly. She even shook her legs.
“He really is a great person… Wow!”
Fortunately, one blind bullet stuck in the railing on the roof of the laboratory. There was a loud thud and the concrete fell away.
“Cassandra! Come to your senses and guard the entrance tightly! “Because the situation is not over!”
“Huh? Uh? Uh? Ah Okay!”
The first rank was John. He was running around and climbing the railing of the third house, avoiding zombies. One zombie who managed to follow him tried to grab his ankle.
Camilla pulled her trigger without hesitation. A zombie fell behind her with her head blown off.
John raised his thumb and crossed his yard. Then he climbed onto the container office used as a warehouse for storing farm equipment.
I held the edge with my hand and gave strength to her arm, but it seemed like she was having a little trouble, perhaps because she injured her ankle. Camilla looked towards her zombies, thinking she might need to do some more training on her arm exercises.
It was a zombie with new chains wrapped around its body. Every time she passed, the chains hit the concrete floor and sparks flew.
“The sound of those chains… “
Cassandra trembles her body.
That zombie wearing the National Military Police uniform was large. Even when she was human, I don’t think she would have gone anywhere and been beaten.
The mercenaries, whose momentum was broken, hesitated and retreated.
But it was too late. One of the two shot dryers was bitten by a crowd of zombies while reloading. The other guy seemed to have got a bullet stuck in his gun and fell asleep after pounding on the chamber again and again.
Zombies attacked it.
Zombie teeth cannot penetrate bulletproof plates. Is that why? Rather, zombies looked for the ‘soft’ parts. He chewed the entire body of the fallen person with his teeth.
“Bad bastards.”
Things that appear to be ‘companions’ don’t seem to have any intention of saving them. Instead, he said, “Save me,” And turned around and ran away.
On the other side, a truck was driving towards us, making a loud noise. The camping trailer was left in a pile in the back, as if it had been disconnected. One in the driver’s seat and another in the machine gun seat installed in the truck bed.
The machine gun fired fire. Although there was a lot of wasted ammunition, the advance of the zombies was blocked to some extent. But the next moment, the person holding the machine gun collapsed, blood spurting from his neck.
John shot it.
– Camilla, don’t let those guys live!
The military police zombies rotated sharply and dug into the flanks of the armed men. He growled, flailing his arms and kicking with his legs, even as he risked bullets being lodged in his body.
It was clumsy and extreme, but it clearly showed traces of the special martial arts of the National Military Police. It may be that the body remembers it after training for a long time.
Now it’s her turn.
“Huh.”
Nothing good happens if a sniper is exposed. You have to calculate where to shoot will be most effective. Hitting a target is something that is completely natural and something that must be done. I don’t think about the difficulty level.
After making a decision, Camilla quickly pulled the trigger. One shot. The truck’s front driver’s side tire bursts. Another shot again. The passenger side front tire burst.
The burst tire jumps to the side. The truck that fell forward is gradually losing its balance. The axis becomes increasingly distorted. The direction they are heading towards is exactly behind the armed men.
Because the speed was greatly reduced, people were not separated. But considering the fate of the remaining people, it might have been better that way.
I couldn’t help but look straight at it. So Camilla gazed at John and his surroundings. Cassandra, on the other hand, looked straight down.
“… “The three of them are back on their feet.”
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Even as the afternoon went by, the commotion did not subside.
Zombies walked the streets with empty eyes. The hungry guys would rush in and bite at anything that even smelled like blood. The same was true for the mercenaries who had newly become zombies.
Luckily or unfortunately, there was a lot to eat. Because it was all over the street. Those with full stomachs even showed generosity to the point of briefly growling when they bumped into other zombies.
Of course, military police zombies are an exception.
“Nice to meet you? Are you okay with being ugly?”
“Crumbling!”
“What should I do? “You should get better quickly.”
Rather than understanding what is being said, they just react to a certain stimulus, that’s probably the extent of it. Even so, I was quite proud that he came this far.
I have a problem.
The situation ended much faster than expected, and the zombies became so vicious that I couldn’t return to the lab. He was slumped down on top of the container.
Of course, Camilla and Cassandra are protecting us on the roof of the building and we have plenty of bullets, so there is no need to worry too much. I’m worried about their reaction.
Sniff. The zombies keep looking at the torn pieces of blanket and at me, as if they are suspicious. Then it starts sniffing again and gradually approaches me.
Of course, there is no way these guys would climb up the container ladder.
“I don’t like ugly fans.”
“Gyaaagh.”
“I didn’t specifically point to you.”
Anyway, I was suddenly surrounded by a zombie fan club.
What I don’t understand the most is the military police zombies. The guy who behaved so viciously when he was tied to the telephone pole is now slumped against the wall, saying he has had his fill.
“Hey! “Take the kids!”
Instead of answering, the guy just shakes his chains. They don’t seem to care much whether a fly comes and lands on their body at any moment. He seems like a troublesome drunkard.
– John.
The radio rang. It’s Cassandra’s voice.
“Huh?”
– Get ready. Camilla is going down.
“Camilla is coming down?”
– Yes. When I told him that it seemed like the zombies were reacting to your body odor, he said he would bring me a blanket from his room. Although he seemed a little shy.
… I guess I’m really embarrassed.
An electric bicycle rattled in front of the research center. It was Camilla, who was dragging a blanket with a rope. At that moment, the wind blew from that side to this side.
The zombies sniffed and bared their teeth. It was the same with the military police guy. They all moved at once, following Camilla.
I came down from the container. I waited for all the zombies to disappear and then ran to the trailer.
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3Rd floor of the research center.
All three were completely exhausted. We drank drinks and ate combat rations without saying a word to each other. I needed to eat something, but I wasn’t in a position to cook.
“This was such a bunch of bastards.”
Inside the trailer were various supplies, a satellite phone, and a laptop. Cassandra quickly hacked the laptop.
Not only was there only simple encryption, but each site ID and password were clearly organized on a note next to the laptop.
“… “It was a mercenary group from Minsk.”
It wasn’t just mercenary work. He committed all kinds of atrocities in Elsa’s land, and was even making extra income by filming them.
Camilla, who came back after shaking off the zombies, tried to smash her laptop, but Cassandra and I desperately tried to stop her.
Instead, they did not stop him from going out with a sniper rifle. Three gunshots were heard. He must have killed the mercenaries who had risen again as zombies.
“Did you shoot yourself in the head?”
“No. Knee. Eat other zombies. “The guy from the military police ate the best.”
The mercenaries were radical and violent. But it wasn’t just about satisfying animal desires. In any case, it was just side income.
Their purposes were different.
Collecting information about the Crocodile virus. To do so, data is retrieved from a research center in a non-protected area, land abandoned even by the Erza government.
And the final transmission includes reconnaissance information about this area and a one-line message.
『This local fanatic controls zombies.』
“We have become dangerous.”
I feel particularly dispirited.
Of all the houses we found, it was the most homely house, it was in a quiet countryside, and it even had a generator. The same goes for plants that haven’t yet grown on the rooftop.
Laboratory. Other research data… However, Cassandra seemed unimpressed.
“Well, it doesn’t matter if the research doesn’t have to be done here. I got a good trailer and I have a car, so I just need to take what I can. “There are many research institutes in the world.”
“What about data?”
“I guess I’ll have to rip out the hard disk.”
Cassandra spoke as if it was really no big deal. Well, it doesn’t matter because you can do it all if you have the skills.
“… “Hey, John.”
Camila looked at me, fiddling with her empty soda can.
“Yes.”
“… “Are you okay?”
“What?”
“They are Minsk mercenaries. “They’re from Minsk.”
“Yes. “That’s right.”
“You… Is this really okay? What you just did… “
What are you talking about? Are you talking about bringing zombies in by whistling them? I can’t figure it out…
“You.”
Camila put down the soda can. She stood up. She Camilla was astonished. So much so that she was recognizable in a dimly lit restaurant.
“You… Are you really… It wasn’t a Minsk agent… Uh?”
Oh, is that why it’s like this?
“No?”
“Then where on earth did you come from?”
“A far away place.”
“No, I mean… “
Camilla bit her lip slightly as if she couldn’t explain it.
“I mean, how did you get here?”
“I don’t know, me too. I don’t remember. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the village of ‘Mini Belle’. So, this is the world in the game I enjoyed playing, and I just woke up after installing the program. That’s why I said to you, ‘This is not my world.’”
“Now is not the time to joke around!”
Camilla stumbled. But Cassandra nodded her head as if she was very impressed.
“Ah, that’s why. Cassandra understood.”
Those words are scarier.
“Well, what do you understand?”
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Cassandra smiled brightly.