How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse chapter 93

Chapter 12. New life (complete)

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At some point, Camilla left the asphalt road. She ran down a bumpy dirt road and this time she ended up in a field that wasn’t even a road.

If anyone saw it, they would have thought it was drunk driving. Not because it stumbles here and there, but because it doesn’t really care what comes in front of it.

It’s a shame that it’s a truck. If it were a low car, it would have been difficult to pass. It didn’t even seem like a road. Even so, it got narrower and narrower, until tree branches began to rattle and hit the truck doors and windows.

How long has it been?

I saw a checkpoint that had been destroyed. The barricades had been cleared. This appears to be the training center near the lake that Camilla mentioned.

Abandoned cars sat rusty in the vacant lot, and white bones were embedded in the ground. There were also non-human things stuck there. Camilla drove her car under her camouflage. The torn curtain between the bare steel frames fluttered like a ghost’s skirt.

She gathered her weapons and got out of her car.

The scenery was nice. Unless there is a building.

It was shaped like a basin in the middle of a mountain and hill, and was surrounded by a large lake. A light fog was spread by the wind.

The concrete building had long since been destroyed. There was nothing standing completely. There was no small dock that would have been built to accommodate yachts and barges, and it was full of wooden trash.

“Oh, this? “It’s been like this since I arrived.”

Camilla responded spontaneously and began tapping the ground with her boots. Where was she here, where was she, she was muttering her words,

Tung.

“I found it.”

When I gently removed the dust covering the top, the iron plate was revealed. It was a camouflaged door similar to the safe house under the fire station.

When I lifted the iron plate, I saw a staircase that could go down. The difference from the fire station was that the stairs here were wider and went down in circles. She felt quite dizzy as she was going down with a thumping sound.

When I went down the stairs, there was another iron door. It was wide open. After going through the iron gate, a fairly spacious bomb shelter appeared. There was no lighting, so I looked around using the light from my cell phone.

As a rule of thumb, it seemed to be about 20m long and wide. Empty shelves were visible along the walls, as if it had originally been used as a warehouse. Even though it was underground, it was quite cool and dry. Judging by the faint sound of wind, it seemed like there was a separate ventilation window.

“Thank goodness. Everything is the same. It must have been over 50 years since it was built here. At that time, Minsk was occupying this place. “I heard those guys have some good skills.”

Camilla breathed her sigh of relief.

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I didn’t want to stay that long, so I brought only the bare minimum of luggage. In fact, it’s because I’m so hungry that I can’t stand it. I was so exhausted that I didn’t want to lift a finger.

“I can’t help it, right?”

I opened three bags of MREs with the shortest expiration date. I left the staple foods and rots as is and took out only the edible powder mixed with water, candy, and chocolate. He poured the powder into a water bottle, shook it back and forth, and held it out in front of the two people.

“You have to choose between 1, 2, and 3. Number 1 will taste like a normal ionic drink and number 2 will taste like melon, so it will probably feel like drinking melted melon ice cream mixed with water. Number 3 is strawberry flavor. “To be exact, it tastes like strawberry-flavored cold syrup.”

“I just want to drink water.”

Camilla complained, but she had no choice. Since you’ve been running around all day and haven’t been able to rest properly, you need to replenish water as well as minerals. It’s not like I ripped open three MREs to find the ionic flavor powder.

After a fair rock-paper-scissors finish, Camilla squeezed her eyes shut and took a swig of her strawberry syrup-flavored drink, while Cassandra plugged her nose and took a sip of her melon-flavored drink.

Knowing that they get sick even if they drink the wrong water, I watched them with concern and slowly drank the ionic drink. The concentration was a bit thicker than I expected. I think it would have been okay if I had only ridden about half of the ride.

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I decided not to be on alert today. Instead, an obstacle was built in the middle of the spiral staircase. If you were a zombie, you would slip sideways while coming down the stairs, but if you were a human, you would be quite embarrassed. That is, if you know this place. Anyway, there were no traces of anyone else.

I’m tired, but I can’t sleep well. Perhaps because I ate so little, I was so hungry that I felt sick to my stomach.

Zombies above all else.

Dogs, crows, mice, and cats can become zombies, so parrots can also become zombies. It is not strange for parrots to imitate human speech. However, the situation where zombie parrots imitate people’s words was unexpected.

The warning written on the whiteboard comes to mind.

No matter what you hear in the field, never go alone.

Wolf zombies and human zombies were waiting for us. If the parrot screamed for help, a person would have come, and after that, it would have been eaten by a zombie.

The man inside the building must have held on until the very end and eventually committed suicide.

It is a strange symbiosis.

“Is everyone sleeping?”

Camilla’s voice.

“No.”

“Cassandra is not sleeping.”

It seems like all three of us were having similar concerns. Camilla looked into space and muttered as if she was talking to herself.

“The guys I met today definitely seemed to cooperate with each other. A parrot, a wolf, and a human. It’s an unimaginable combination. But do zombies have any concept of cooperation?”

Cassandra answered.

“No such case has been reported so far. The rats in the lab simply followed their instincts. “Appetite was the strongest, followed by sleep and lastly s*xual desire.”

“… “s*xual desire?”

Camilla’s horrified voice. I was a little nervous too. Zombies have s*xual desires.

“Everyone has a desire to preserve species. I think the same goes for zombies. That’s because the appetite is much stronger than the s*x drive. Anyway, this is the first time I’ve seen a case like today.”

The management bureau, which may have studied even crazy zombies masturbating, says that this is the first case like today’s case, so it seems like it’s really rare.

“By the way, John. “What on earth did you do today?”

“I did a lot of things today, which of them?”

“You made the zombie angry.”

Oh, I guess you’re talking about recording the sounds of a parrot and playing it.

I saw it in a video about animals that I watched before falling into this world. If you hide the recorder behind a mirror and play the sound of a dog barking, the startled dog will run and look at the mirror, looking very confused. I liked talking, so I secretly filmed animals. In fact, it was almost like abuse.

“Well, I thought it would be better to make him angry. Anyway, if you fight in an advantageous place, your chances of winning are high. To do that, it would have been better to provoke them and bring them in. But why is that?”

“No one Cassandra knew was as skilled as you. We all know that zombies are attracted to food. Fortunately, it only works well in non-human protected areas, but not in protected areas. But to you, it felt like zombies were being sucked in.”

What should I say appropriately? Have a lot of experience? Have you already fought many times?

“I just tried it to see if it would work. I wasn’t sure. I’m glad it worked out well. However, it’s a bit strange that zombies cooperated like that. “At this rate, I think zombies will grab the doorknob and turn it.”

It was meant as a joke, but the atmosphere became heavy.

“… “Maybe it’s possible.”

Cassandra spoke carefully.

“Zombie?”

“Animals are also intelligent. Intelligence does not mean how much abstract thinking you have or how much you act like a human being. However, even animals know that ‘if you do this, you will get that result.’ Smart dogs act according to their owner’s intentions and are guaranteed food and shelter.

Maybe those zombies also happened to be like that by chance. A parrot can’t hunt people. But you can eat something that someone has already killed and hunted. “Unintentional symbiosis. Would it be accurate to express it that way?”

Now that I think about it, it looks like I did something to get chased by wolves and human zombies. When I heard the sound of a parrot, I came to see it, but there was only one person with a gun and there was nothing to eat.

“I’m not sure if that’s a talent. “I just do what I do.”

Camilla chimed in with my answer.

“Usually, things don’t work out the way they should.” So, that’s talent. It seems to work pretty well on humans as well as zombies. But why is that?”

“… In other words, John can influence zombies. “Being able to move the other person according to your intentions also means that you can manipulate them to some extent.”

“What, are you saying I’m a genius who can make zombies angry?”

It was said half-jokingly, but Cassandra seems to take it quite seriously. But well, I’m skeptical.

Only in unprotected areas are humans and zombies hungry. So giving yourself a little stimulation to satisfy your hunger can go a long way. I just take advantage of that.

But what about protected areas, like cities? Since I don’t have much fighting experience, I can’t say anything hastily.

“It’s getting more and more tricky. “If zombies get smarter, there’s no telling how tired she will become in the future.”

Camilla grumbled. I think the same thing. But Cassandra seemed to have something different in mind this time.

“I checked it on rats in the laboratory. My intelligence wasn’t as low as I thought. However, other needs are much greater than intelligence. Can someone who starved for two months be able to endure food in front of them? That’s a bit different from intelligence and self-control. That’s what’s happening to those zombies now.

However, if competition for food becomes more intense and competitors increase, it is certain that zombies will change their strategies. That usually applies to animals too. The cooperation and solidarity that was achieved by chance, like now, may increase further.

Viruses are not the only ones fighting to survive. The same goes for the hosts. They compete, fight, survive, and try to survive by spreading their offspring. And we will not stop changing until we finally find the optimal answer to conquer everything.”

“It looks like a human.”

Camilla said yes, but my thoughts were a bit different.

“Well. Humans twist their surroundings to suit themselves. The Cro virus, on the other hand, tries to melt itself into its surroundings. “The purpose is the same, but the means seem completely opposite.”

“And now the two have come together.”

We all sighed at Cassandra’s declaration.

“What will happen in the future?”

No one answered. The future is a bit distant. Camilla tossed and turned, then she fell asleep, and I also fell asleep.

“… I want to atone. “All of this.”

Cassandra whispered.

“What did you say?”

But Cassandra did not answer. I don’t know if she was talking in her sleep or if she was sincere disguised as sleep talking.

Think simply. We go to the lab, Cassandra finds the vaccine, Camilla and I get treatment.

After that, just…Well. No matter what happens in the world, it’s enough to live comfortably.

It would be great if we could find a vaccine.

Cassandra may be solving problems that have no answer. It was Cassandra herself, not anyone else, who said that the mutation was so fast that the vaccine was useless.

Before going to sleep, a thought crossed my mind.

It is said that the virus will not stop mutating until the conquest is over.

What if the virus in my body becomes the most superior species? So what if all mutations stop…?

“Ha.”

Seeing you thinking nonsense, it’s time to sleep.