How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 6. The price of the name (8)

* * * * *

The 2nd floor of the main club house.

Court-official union gang members were busy coming and going. I opened the gun case and handed out rifles, opened the ammo box and filled the magazine with bullets.

However, it is clumsy.

Some members hurt their fingers while putting bullets in the magazine, some persuaded them to exchange the gun they just received because it was heavy, and some members went under the desk and muttered, ‘We’re all going to die.’

The country club was their stronghold. Everyone firmly believed that they were invincible within the fortress.

I did a little bit of defense training, and I gained confidence while blocking halfway attacks. After all, the country club was known as a fortress that no one dared to touch.

But morale faltered after losing half of his men at Lambert. The remaining manpower could not stop this place, and there was a strong opinion to move it to another place, but the leadership opposed it.

The reason was that there was no immediate threat to throw away what had been going well so far, and above all, the gang members could be increased again.

‘No way, who will attack us?’

I was aware that I was not comfortable. However, as the leadership said, ‘I was fine until now, but if I became weak for a while, would there be anything big?’ The psychology was also strong.

They weren’t the only ones who suffered in Lambert. All gangs were hit hard, especially the police gang, which even evaporated.

Then who would hit here? It was a nonsensical sound. Even if some crazy guy hadn’t committed the eccentricity of breaking down a wall with a horde of zombies and smashing all the CCTVs.

“It’s off again!”

Screams erupted from the monitor department. About 1/5 of the monitors densely installed on the wall like the compound eyes of an insect were turned off. Only white letters saying – No signal – appeared.

“Me, me, you bastard!”

A maniac with an M4 carbine is shooting CCTV everywhere he sees it. He wasn’t even shooting at random. I knew exactly where the camera was and was aiming and shooting. The member shouted into the walkie-talkie.

“Everyone except the essentials to the location!”

The monitoring agent announced the situation through the walkie-talkie.

“Delivery! The intruder is on his way towards parking lot 2. Careful!”

A reply came from the restaurant that doubles as a shopping center.

– Help with the restaurant! That woman is a total freak! Eat up to the 5th floor!

The situation there was different. The camera was intact, so you could clearly see how the gang members were dying. A woman with a ponytail was running around and performing a massacre.

I aimed precisely at the face and neck that were not covered by bulletproof hats and vests. When he was under suppressive fire, he ducked and jumped at the exact timing to replace the magazine.

A barricade of her locker and her desk stood in her way. This time, the magazines were also exchanged alternately. I think I can stop it this time.

It was a fleeting wind.

The woman grabbed the doorknob that had fallen to the floor and threw it. Members misunderstood that a grenade had come and rushed out defenselessly. The woman’s rifle and pistol opened fire.

The member who couldn’t stand it picked up the phone this time.

“Judge! Give me orders! Everyone dies like this, really! In the shopping center, a mad b*tch is killing all her co-workers, and in the parking lot, an idiot is destroying all the cameras!”

But there is no answer beyond the handset. The answer is silence. I heard only frightened sobs.

‘What to do? What should I do now?’ Everyone is thinking the same thing.

The level of training of the Civil Service Gang was poor. He didn’t know how to properly groom his weapon, and it was annoying, so the weapon wasn’t in good condition.

It was their life to have slaves do the troublesome work, live comfortably on the resources of the country club, and then go out and loot when things become scarce.

It was thanks to this CCTV and contact network that the gang of civil servants were able to overcome all invasions. I used to figure out who was coming from where in real time, and dispatched troops to the right place at the right time to stop it.

But now, those advantages are disappearing one by one.

The troops were reduced by half. CCTV is cut off, and zombies are not staying in one place, but are spreading throughout the resort.

The sound of car klaxons, the sound of a radio mixed with static and talking, the high and low sounds of a burglar alarm. Zombies followed the sound and wandered around.

There was too much information. I didn’t know what to prioritize or what to give up.

Just as they have been doing, as they are accustomed to, the formulas that have always brought them victory are now hanging on their ankles.

“… Look at what that bastard is doing! 2 Go to the parking lot!”

If the main building is the most important building in the country club, parking lot 2 is the main road. All vehicles and people pass through here.

Since the flow of people and goods can be observed at the same time, numerous CCTVs are installed here. Some are very cleverly hidden. This is to prevent things like theft, theft, or box stealing.

Moreover, the 2nd parking lot is completely open except for parked cars. Members are afraid of flying bullets and rushing zombies, so they are hiding in cover.

“Not seen yet. Atmosphere. Atmosphere.”

The monitoring agent radioed. As soon as the horse fell, the madman popped out of the shrubbery.

“Shrub fence! Coming in the direction of the shrub fence with the flag of peace!”

But the madman with the carbine didn’t fire a single shot. He ducked out of the flying bullets, ran to the hedgerow, and drew the flag.

“What is that doing?”

The flagpole was thrown away, the flag rolled up, and it slid and stuck to the side of the vehicle.

“Don’t do it.”

The monitoring agent gritted his teeth. The madman opened the fuel filler door. He slipped a rolling flag into the gas tank, lit it with a lighter, and ran to the side like a rabbit.

“I told you not to… !”

2 The monitor that illuminated the parking lot turned white. The car exploded Pop, the sound of exploding seems to be heard from here.

The burning car rolled away by itself and then hit another car. Oil leaked from an exploded oil drum caught fire. Another car exploded as another car caught fire.

– Bombardment! Bombing! Where is this f*cking guy! Control! We don’t have to let the controller know whether we shoot or not! Nothing here… Aagh! Save people, people, hey, hey! Excuse me! Aagh!

A loud gunshot was heard and the radio cut off. Soot soared and covered the CCTV.

“… It’s over.”

The image of a zombie was captured on the monitor. One. Two. Four. Eight. Sixteen. Thirty two…

Diriririring. Tiri-ri-ri-ring.

The phone rang. It was a call from the judge. It was a sobbing and crying voice, but it became a little clearer because I had a drink.

– Leave the parking lot alone for now. Is the bus still running?

“I took it back for now.”

– Send the bus to the shopping center! While sealing the first floor, go upstairs and catch the woman first. Let’s get rid of the obvious first! Then, using the main building and the shopping center as a base, push it little by little!

Yes. Maybe it’s not over yet. Again the radio emits a noise.

* * * * *

Camilla counted.

I counted three, two, one, ran out, and fired her pistol. The bullets ran out and only the empty gun collapsed, causing the gang member to collapse.

The member next to him tried to return fire, but it was too late. She, too, was knocked down by Camilla’s gun.

“Oops, hahahaha. Omg.”

I stopped for a moment, wiping the sweat from my eyes. After briefly cooling the overheated gun, she pulls out her magazine and reloads her bullets. Although she was heavy, she figured she did well to bring her ample ammo though.

I somehow managed to break through to the 4th floor out of 5 floors in the shopping center. The resistance was stronger than I thought, so it was difficult to break through.

Fortunately, the level of training of the enemies was not high, so I was able to overcome it somehow by improvising.

The slave has not been found yet. From the 1st to the 4th floors, there were only restaurants and small shops, so it seemed impossible to lock anyone in.

From noble mtl dot com

However, the entire 5th floor is occupied by offices and warehouses. If hostages were locked up, they were most likely to be kept here.

I stuck to the window and checked the situation outside. Fires erupted everywhere and there was an explosion. But the most irritating thing is the noise.

The sound of the car’s klaxon and the sound of the anti-theft alarm mixed together, which was quite irritating. There was another bang, and an explosion soared. The zombies were rushing inside, inside as if they were stimulated.

‘Zombies are following the sound. Could it be John?’

Camilla’s heart pounded. As long as they don’t interfere with each other, let’s each do what we want to do. That was the rule

As it is, John has no reason to join the country club yet. Because zombies and gangs are fighting each other and aiming for an opportunity to destroy each other.

But the work out there, I couldn’t imagine anyone else besides him. It was an erratic, unpredictable, reckless act. No one else could do that.

She told her nothing was in her way. Rather, the fact that zombies and gang members were dispersed was advantageous to her.

Shortly after breaking in, some of the gang members made their way out of the building. It seemed like a team to counter zombies. If her zombie hordes keep pushing in like this, even her gang can’t care less about her.

As a gang member, you have to fend off the wave of waves of Yohan, her, and her three zombies.

‘In that case, I need to pick up the tempo.’

John was shocked. The effect of the shock had to be maximized. Reliving as much of her knowledge as she could on the Liberation Front, Camilla grabbed her gun and went on.

I didn’t go out towards the large, open concourse. I continued to turn around the narrow hallway around me. It was her own way to reduce her numerical disadvantage. She went around all three floors and went up to the fourth floor.

Tattatang! As soon as she put her foot on the stairs, her bullet splattered. Puck! A bullet landed right in front of his combat boots. She quickly withdrew her feet and calmed her surprise.

Bread! Bread! A loud klaxon sound. Through the glass window, I saw a bus stop. The gang members dismounted and opened the defense line. Some shoot at approaching zombies, while others break through buildings.

At this rate, I’m stuck back and forth.

Having made a decision, Camilla ran down to the fourth floor. As she pondered whether to hide somewhere or create her own line of defense, she saw a flickering red light.

Perhaps the emergency generator is running, but the building is still electrified. The red light of the ‘fire alarm’ seemed to be shining thanks to it.

That moment. An idea came to mind.

I didn’t know much about zombies. She is obsessed with food, aggressive, and all she knows is that a bite can infect you.

But now, zombies are clearly being led by ‘sound’. It’s also a very annoying, irritating sound. At first glance, it seems to be moving randomly, but when it hears a new sound somewhere, it has been seen to approach it.

In that case.

“… It’s because of you.”

Camilla pursed her lips.

“Because of you, I got it too. I wasn’t originally like this. I got stained because I went out with you.”

Camilla brandished the grip of her pistol. The acrylic board with the words ‘Break here and ring the bell to sound the alarm’ fell off. She rang the bell A loud noise spread.

Success.