How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 6. The price of the name (5)

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The morning air was quite fresh, with a faint rotten smell. It was the perfect weather for parting.

“Thank you so much.”

I said good-bye to the cash transport van. I got radiator antifreeze, but it was regrettable that I couldn’t get the van window in the end. Since it was a special purpose vehicle, I couldn’t find a window that fits perfectly.

“You will never forget.”

Let’s check the van one last time.

All the doors were thrown wide open. Driver’s seat, front passenger’s seat, and even the rear trunk. I fixed it with a wire so it wouldn’t close. It would be embarrassing if the door closed while driving and the gas cylinder in the luggage compartment could not be fired.

The chains were also checked. One end was attached to a tow hook at the rear of the hull, and the other to a morgue cart. It was pretty hard work, but I did it anyway, so I’m satisfied with it.

Me and Camilla met again at dawn. Until morning came, he dragged the cart and collected the scattered zombies.

Maybe it was because it was still early in the morning, or maybe it was because they weren’t recognized as prey, the zombies were as relaxed as normal people.

Thanks to that, we calmly collected the zombies, and now we are waiting for them to come at the entrance of the side road leading to the resort.

“… It can go all the way to the fence, right?”

Camilla is not very trustworthy. She chimed in politely.

“Positive, not negative. If you believe, the whole universe will help you.”

“Try to trust people like that.”

“Because people aren’t the ones who help you just because you believe in them.”

“You helped the woman in this car when she was shot. No, that reminds me of that. That girl, did she try to kidnap her? That long straight black hair.”

Looks like he’s talking about Cassandra. Well Camilla was in the fire truck behind her and she saw the whole situation ahead, so it’s no wonder.

“No. I was being kidnapped by that woman. What is that look in her eyes? Why are you laughing?”

“If someone else had said that, I would have told you not to be funny, but since you said it, somehow it was persuasive.”

“What is it? That is.”

Camilla held back her laugh and waved her hand.

“Something was a little strange. At first, I thought you were grabbing her, but when I looked closer, I noticed that she was not on your side, but that she was trying not to get away from you. I thought it was Lycia Syndrome?”

“What is Lycia Syndrome?”

This is really the first time I’ve heard of it, but Camilla looks at me again and smiles.

“What, why are you pretending not to know? Your country… No Isn’t that what happened in Lycia, the capital of the Republic of Minsk? Her hostage empathized with the armed robber who held her, and rather wrapped her around.”

“That stock… “

No. There is no Sweden here, no Stockholm. So there is no such thing as Stockholm Syndrome. Fortunately, Camilla doesn’t seem to understand. Or maybe I had too many questions and didn’t have time to care.

“You know, John. She knew that woman before her. Her skinship is also natural, right?”

“No. I met you for the first time that day And why?”

This time I crossed her arms and glanced at her. With her head down, she looks pretty scared.

“What is it? Why is it inconsistent She used to be that girl, and while she got to know her in one day, I’m kind of explosive.”

“She wasn’t that friendly. I just touched her breasts a little.”

“Really? Then what’s the matter… No. What did you say now? What are you touching?”

Camilla blinks her eyes quickly. In fact, I wouldn’t have believed it until I experienced it.

“Well, she looked pretty desperate. She said so too. So… ”

I don’t think I need to tell Camilla about Cassandra in detail. What’s good about talking to others?

“… He asked me to touch his chest, so I just touched him.”

After speaking, the nuance became strange. Now Camilla’s forehead was red. She even fanned with her hand.

“Ah, hahahaha. Uh, well Well, of course, each person’s s*xual preference is different. Um, um okay. What can I say, I don’t think that’s the problem. Still, no matter how… Even if you were in a hurry, ask a man you don’t know to touch her breasts… “

Ugh. It gets weirder

“Camilla.”

I can’t. Gotta get a little serious.

“The woman was held alone, unlike her other hostages. She said she was going to be sold as a VIP slave. If you fall into a very confusing situation, people might show a different side of themselves than usual, right? And I didn’t touch her bare skin. I touched her over her clothes.”

Cassandra has become a pervert because of my strange interruption. This is not right

“That is right. Huh. That’s right. Okay. You’re right. Yep. Okay. If you are very surprised and embarrassed, it may be. So, she comforted her. If so, what?”

Fortunately, the misunderstanding seems to have been resolved.

“So he told me to touch my breasts too.”

“… Were you confused too?”

“No, isn’t that fair? Since I touched you, I should let you touch mine too. I understand.”

Judging by the way Camilla touched her forehead after hearing my answer, it seems that she didn’t understand.

“… I think you would have been a bit cool if you hadn’t attached that sajok. No. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it. Anyway, it wasn’t meant to take someone by force. Did you understand correctly?”

“Yes.”

“That’s enough.”

Camilla smiled relievedly. It seems that things between me and Cassandra were quite troubling.

The rotten me in the wind grows thicker. Now is the time to move on to the next phase of your plan.

If the phase goes ahead, both will be pretty busy. So, this is the last time I can speak so freely.

“John. Can I ask one more question?”

“Yes.”

Camilla cleared her throat, a little embarrassed. What are you so serious about asking?

“So, did you like it?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I blinked.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, John.”

“You missed the subject. Did you like being touched or did you like being touched?”

Camilla’s expression turned wild at once. I squeezed the sleeves of her clothes like a pinch.

“Ouch.”

She playfully pretends to be sick and taps her lightly with her fist.

“Why did you do that?”

“Well, to exchange trust with each other?”

“If that’s what I believe in, then I won’t believe it.”

Her whistle Camilla walked over and picked up her rifle and pistol, which she had left in the trunk of her van. She turned around for the last time to see if she was okay.

I also took my carbine and her magazine. There are four magazines. She has 120 bullets. It is a magazine that has solved the problem of feeding ammunition, so it is okay to fill it with 30 rounds instead of 28 rounds.

“I’m glad though.”

Camilla whispered.

“What?”

“Because you are not as bad as I thought.”

What the hell did you think of me? If you’re still watching, I’ll put an explanation on my own.

“A human with good fighting skills, but extremely poor sociability, who was afraid of people more than zombies, and even tried to kidnap a woman and run away.”

“Do you still think so?”

“In addition to what I said before, being good at cooking, minus kidnapping women… One more thing, a strange one?”

“What is that?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. It’s natural since we haven’t met for a while, but I think I’ve met a lot of people myself. I am the first person like you.”

Of course it is, I think. She held out her right hand.

It is not a soft and fine hand. Like someone who has fought for a long time, every joint has calluses, there are places where it has been taped, and the skin is rough. It’s ugly, but it’s still a beautiful hand.

That’s why they held each other face to face. Camilla’s thumb ran slowly through my hand. However, there is too much power, so there is no time to feel anything.

“… Camilla. Why do you seem to hold it a little too hard?”

“It’s just a normal handshake. Ordinary people express their trust in each other like this. Not touching your breasts over your clothes, but holding your bare hands.”

“Looks like you’re loaded with emotions?”

Camilla pulled my hand. As she involuntarily resisted being dragged away, her other arm dragged her around my waist. She lost her balance and was thrown towards her. It’s almost like hugging. Camilla whispers in my ear.

“Because there is no other way to convey it.”

Poof. Let go and step back behind her, then look over her shoulder at me with your back turned. Like people who are about to go a long way, as if they were trying to make sure they didn’t leave anything behind.

He said that if the wall collapses and the zombies enter, Camilla will follow immediately. If you’re going to rescue a slave, it’s safest to go in then.

Gang members are more likely to neglect slaves or release them on purpose. Because the zombies will respond from the rear defense line while the slaves are distracted.

So, from Camilla’s point of view, it’s better to send the zombies first and stick closely behind her. Of course, it’s advantageous, but reckless is the same. Just as a log raft is safer than a rubber tube, but neither can cross the ocean.

It’s none of my business. Nothing gets in the way of her plans, it’s just that she’s doing hers like I’m doing mine.

But I can’t help but wonder.

“I’m asking to check, will you go inside?”

“Yes. Nothing changes in the plan. Just do what we discussed.”

“Don’t you think it’s dangerous?”

“Of course I do. But i don’t want to die If there is, even one person will be rescued and escaped, and if there is no one, they will come out immediately. Because I have that skill… Uh, are you really worried about me?”

A word I asked in a playful way. Answer lightly

“No. To be honest, I feel like I’m being fooled.”

“It’s okay. Because I am stupid.”

I have nothing to say when I say that.

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Camilla looked relieved. Her soft wind somehow shakes her tightly ponytail hair. A strand of red hair that fell beside her ear tickled her cheek.

“To be honest, I’m not very smart. I just simply think that if I solve the problems in front of me one by one, good days will come someday. I made the wrong decisions every time, and there hasn’t been a day that I haven’t regretted it.”

I look back at me, sweeping even one strand behind me.

“But thanks to you, I met interesting people like you.”

The sun has risen high, so it’s a bit hot. Her face seems to be heating up.

“Take care of yourself.”

“John?”

“Why?”

“If we live to see you again, boil the stew one more time.”

“Yes.”

Camilla went to do her job. She protects the car from getting to her fence, and at the end it is up to her to detonate it by shooting the gas canister in the cargo hold.

So now I have to do my job. That is, moving the car.

So I hung a pink princess bag on the driver’s seat headrest. The side with the Barbie doll giving off an unpleasant wink is printed facing the front. I hung my clothes under the bag and put a hat on top.

It’s become something more bizarre than a zombie, but from a distance it should look quite human.