How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (9)

I drew my gun and stuck it to the wall. I walked slowly with crab steps. A voice is heard inside. She’s a woman’s voice that sounds like she’s terrified and weeping.

“Don’t do this.”

A voice as if forcibly pulling out a horse’s tail that was about to crawl in.

“Don’t do this.”

A voice like a snake creeping into a rat’s hole. Steeply, I looked inside the open door.

The first thing I saw was the dazzling, square safes. The warm sunlight was shining through the opaque window.

I saw a member of the Lambert gang, clinging to the cage. His gun was leaned against the wall and he had a hunting knife in his hand. It’s embarrassing to see him sticking his butt all the way towards me. More reasons to kill.

But when I saw the woman behind bars, I forgot about that.

She was a woman wearing a loose shirt and blue cotton trousers. And I could see why the shirt was so baggy. Her breasts were large

Looking at it, my anger was so great that it softened. Her head is on the small side, but her head is bowed down so she can’t see very well. Her straight black hair It was because her hair was draped like a curtain. Her eyes are pretty green.

“Can you hear the sound outside? Screwed up It’s over now. We die now.”

“… Are you dying? Ka, Cassandra porridge, are you dying?”

“Yes. I’m going to die like a zombie.”

“Yes? Joe, it’s not like zombies.”

It seems I’m not the only one who thought something was strange. When you see a man standing upright. But the woman, in a creeping voice, speaks quite well.

“Joe, zombies are… Oh, it’s not that infectious. It’s all, you’re not a zombie, you’re not.”

With her fists clenched and her arms pressed against her body, she points out in a trivial manner like a baby beast.

“Bo, I don’t know if it was a carrier, but Shishishi, even if you put a virus in a corpse, it doesn’t become rain. Everyone, are you sure you are a carrier or a carrier?”

“No, hey. Who ever wanted to know that? I’m falling behind both of us.”

“Ka, Cassandra is over there, not Ka, Cassandra. Senior Research Fellow, Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Carr, Cassandra. Ah, anyway, becoming a zombie and dying, no, no. Per, you are wrong. Gee, liar. Cassan, I know Cassandra.”

That didn’t matter at all. It was mysterious that even that short motion of putting a fist on her waist could make her heart throb like that.

The man seemed momentarily at a loss for words as to what kind of awe he felt.

“So let’s do it before we run out!”

The man tried to open the grate door.

“Jojo, Jojojo, Joka!”

The woman kicked the grate door with her foot. The man who had received the untimely blow backed away clutching his nose.

The woman kicked the bars harder. The man dropped his knife on the floor. The woman suddenly grabbed the knife and she jammed it between the man’s crotch.

“Wow!”

And hooked back to the neck.

“Me, me, me, crazy… crazy… year… “

“I, I’m not a b*tch, I’m Ka, Cassandra, I said, I said! Ruff, idiot, sh*t, mutt!”

“f*ck… Big breasts….”

The man died.

“Momomo, you look pretty too, right?”

The woman drew her knife. She takes the knife in her left hand and her right finger to her mouth and chews on the tips of her fingers. Wow, even with that posture, my chest can be pressed.

No. This is not it. Calm down. Anyway, like the apple warehouse, it would be difficult if there was such a misunderstanding.

Anyway, that woman seems to be the original owner of this jumper.

She untied the handkerchief and threw off the poncho. She put it outside well and knocked politely, then she stepped inside.

“Excuse me.”

“Hey!”

“Cassandra, right?”

She held an M4 in one hand and a rifle in the other, meaning she meant no harm. Her muzzle was raised skyward. She chews on her fingers as the woman holds her knife up.

“Everyone, you came to kill me too… uh? Or just before killing this, like this and that… ! Uh, those clothes… ?”

“Are you the owner of this outfit? I’m here to give it back. I heard it was stolen.”

The Center for Disease Control and Prevention went round and round while wearing a jumper. She didn’t look very good on the expression of a woman called Cassandra. Is something wrong?

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“Mi, crazy person?”

“… Yes?”

“Ah… Or change, pervert? Hey, what’s the bag? Hey, are you a high school girl?”

“It happened because I lived there.”

I really have to rip this bastard’s bag apart. No, and why can’t I get a bag yet?

“Give me back the stone.”

“I came here anyway. But holding a knife like that is a bit scary, isn’t it?”

“You, you have a gun, a gun.”

No, blood drips from your knife. It’s scary. My gun isn’t like that.

“Hey, what’s in there!”

A rough voice.

“Excuse me.”

The door here is thick. I crouched down, put out my gun, and fired roughly. “Ah!” Before firing a counter-shot, it was hit and miss.

Cassandra screams and makes her fuss.

“It’s okay.”

It looks like no one else is coming, but we shouldn’t be vigilant.

“Bugs! Get rid of the worms! I mean it’s bugged! I hate bugs! I hate it!”

There was a spider attached to his back. Very big no, before that. It seems that someone has some flaws.

I can forgive stupidity. Evil can be tolerated. But strange things should not be kept close. Even if he jumped this way with his heart pounding and turned around backwards.

“Wow. The spider is big. Where did you come from?”

“Quaaa!”

The shirt was soaked with sweat, so the black underwear straps were all exposed. It was to the point where I couldn’t bear to have a spider the size of my palm stick to it and cover it up.

“Stay still.”

The rifle was set down on the floor. I hit the spider with the butt of my rifle, knocked it off, and trampled it with my foot.

“Porridge, right?”

“Yes.”

Just like that, I wrapped my arms around the woman’s neck and squeezed her tight. I’ve done it quite a few times, but now I’m completely hooked.

I didn’t break it, I just pressed enough to pass out. The woman fell over.

Whistling, he opened the safe one by one.

“Yeah.”

The jewels are pouring out. She put one or two in her bag. In particular, goldsmith ornaments are light in weight but high in value. I also brought money in case I had to use it.

It would be nice if there was something like a black market.

I also brought a USB and a hard disk. This takes some luck. Disclosure materials are especially helpful, as they are like treasure maps that hide valuables.

For example, if the content reads, “Suspicious movements were seen in the factory complex outside Lambert,” It means that there are well-preserved items such as illegal weapons and food.

“… Ouch.”

I get goosebumps.

“Oh, my head hurts. Come on, I fell asleep.”

The woman quietly stood up. Holding her knife dripping with her blood. Weird. She obviously stunned her properly, but how did she stand up?

“You got a bug, huh?”

“Sure. See you on the floor there.”

“Really.”

I hear a crackling sound. It looks like it’s slashing the neck.

“Are you a thief? I saw Cassandra. You’re breaking a safe. Stealing is bad.”

The blade touches the throat. I swallowed dry saliva.

“… Would you like to share?”

“Cassandra has a lot of money. I do not need. Give me your clothes.”

“If you point a knife at your neck, I won’t be able to give you your clothes.”

“Oh, yes.”

She backed off surprisingly easily. She tilts her head slightly and looks at me sternly. It’s true that she has a pretty face, but her gaze keeps going to her chest.

Cursor? No, it’s big That’s not all.

The green eyes are scary.

Slowly swirling snow. It’s the eyes that get sucked in. It was the kind of scary eyes that seemed like a water demon would jump out from inside and grab it by the crotch.

I took off my bag and took off the jumper from the Korea Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and handed it over. Once, after brushing it off, I wrapped it around her body and zipped it up all the way. His expression brightened a little.

“Sniff sniff.”

“… I’m sorry. I’m sweating a little.”

“Smells nice. You are a healthy man.”

The crazy woman approached as if she was more comfortable. Was my body odor that good? I do not know. It’s the smell of sweat you have to smell.

“Cassandra likes this jumper. Catch his heart beating. Women don’t like it when someone looks through their breasts. Keep in mind.”

Seeing that his tone has become more gentle, he seems to be right. But it doesn’t seem necessary as she tickles the tip of her nose with a knife.

“… Okay, so let’s break the safe together.”

“Good.”

It’s different from before, but I didn’t ask. This woman seems to have a surprisingly discerning eye. Some things were hilarious, and she threw them away.

“It’s a pity, but why?”

“It’s a fake gem. I know when I see it The real thing is to deliberately scratch this part. It’s like a signature that non-experts don’t notice.”

There was no way to know if it was real or fake, so she quietly went and picked it up. Fortunately, I didn’t say anything about it. Instead of throwing it around, he even showed consideration for putting it on the desk. She was a good woman

I took a USB that I couldn’t tell what was inside, and I also got some jewels. When I opened the desk drawer, a car key was also found. ‘Vehicle key for cash transportation.’ Good. These vehicles are well-fortified, so they are very strong and have a large interior, so they can carry a lot.

“Then, good work.”

She grabs me as I try to leave.

“Over there. Abandon Cassandra?”

I was horrified by the ominous feeling. It was purely for that reason that she said no, bluntly.

“I’ll drive you outside.”

“Take Cassandra too.”

“Your colleagues are looking outside. Go back to them.”

“… Let me touch your chest.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll let you touch her breasts, so take Cassandra with you. Because I don’t want to see those assholes. Cassandra is a competent doctor. Even if she lives far away, she doesn’t go hungry. But she’s not going back to the Disease Crisis Agency.”

“No, I will starve if I go out with you? There is not enough food.”

“… Didn’t you hear Cassandra is rich? She’ll feed you until you’re full. I also have a house in the city. I’ll let you sleep, feed you, use the bathroom, and touch your breasts, so go with Cassandra.”

Biting her red, thin lips.

“Please. Please. It’s okay to touch it now if you want. Ruler.”

“Why are you so obsessed with breasts?”

“Because Cassandra is so desperate. I know. Men and women, only looking at my breasts. Everyone is greedy. As you. But I’ve never been allowed to. Except for you So give it a chance.”

“Why me?”

“Smells fine. You are safe I will not eat Cassandra.”

I don’t think strangling him will work. Seeing that he is also good at martial arts, I don’t think fighting carelessly will work. I’m going to go and throw it away.

“Okay. Let’s touch it.”

“Touch from the outside. Gentle. Don’t squeeze it hurts.”

The feel of the jumper was slippery.

Coming to think of it, it wouldn’t be bad to move together. There must be one person to trust and touch in a rough world. Of course, I am a person who values fair value.

“Mr. Cassandra, right?”

“Right.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is John. You can touch my chest. That’s why it’s fair.”

Cassandra did not refuse. She made things, and then she said calmly.

“It’s smaller than Cassandra, but it’s sturdy. Do you like it.”

“I liked it too. By the way, I need to lift something heavy. Can you use some strength?”

“Why?”

“I’ll put this in the car. You must have something to eat, right? You must also have bullets.”

He pointed to food crates and cartridges on the floor. There were also guns that looked brand new.

Cassandra shook her head and dragged something beside her. It was a cart.

“Wow.”

“Cassandra is smart.”

“I see. Good job. You can touch my chest as a reward.”

My fingers are thin and white. But the bruises on the back of his hand were also clearly visible. It is a trace of something like an intravenous injection. Maybe not a drug addict, but something more dangerous than that.

“It’s solid. Good job. Swipe. When we greet each other, let’s rub each other’s chest.”

“Yes.”

Put the box on the cart with Cassandra. He doesn’t smoke, he’s smart, he’s strong, he has big breasts, and he has a pretty face.

Besides, she is a crazy woman. Is there a woman in the world who touches her breasts right out of the blue.

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Instinct optimized for avoiding scammers warns. She said this woman was weird. If you move all your luggage, you should throw it away.

At that time. A red light flared up through the opaque window. It wasn’t just a fire. It’s a signal flare.