How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 6. The price of the name (10)

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It worked well for what I changed. When the CCTV was covered and noise was spread to block the understanding of the situation, the gang leader called the members to the main building.

The main building immediately went into a defensive posture and opened fire at the approaching zombies. Due to the nature of gathering in greater stimuli, the wide spread zombies will now hit the main building.

So it was enough for me to go around the surrounding buildings and pack things. There is just one problem, but my stamina is declining.

“Oops. Omg. Mandible.”

I’m embarrassed. I tend to eat well, but I think it’s because I can’t sleep. No, more than that, in fact, I have never exhausted my stamina to such an extent that I was depleted in one day.

Even on days when I rode my bike all day, I rode it leisurely so as not to sweat as much as possible.

To be honest, thanks to my stamina that improved after coming to this world, there were times when I was careless.

‘What is it?’

The floor wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t move my body. If you work hard and do it, you can do anything. But that’s emergency fuel that needs to be saved until the end. There is no reason to overdo it here.

At the same time, a fire alarm sounded from the shopping center. The sound was loud. Zombies heading towards the main building headed towards the shopping center.

This is a bit difficult.

The main building and the shopping center are not diametrically opposed, but they are still quite out of sync. In addition, if you go a little further from the shopping center side, there is a large entrance that connects to the outskirts. It is now blocked by barricades, but there is enough space for people to pass.

Why is there a sound coming from over there?

I went a little closer. I saw the bus I had run away from earlier and the gang members who had gotten off. Members came down the stairs one or two from the building. Water was gushing out of the sprinklers.

And zombies. Zombies gathered from all sides. There are also guys who find me and approach me.

“Ah. The gang members gathered on the first floor, and that’s why you pressed the alarm. But a little….”

Camilla’s strategy was good. But she overestimated the gangsters. Because she fights so well herself, she seems to have judged other people to be just as good.

In fact, even though her gang members over there are only half as good and calm as she is, she can easily take down this zombie horde.

If that’s not enough, the next best thing is to get on the bus with everyone and make a big circle. If you shoot while slowly spinning around like peeling an apple, the zombies just keep changing directions and then entangle with each other and fall apart.

But those bastards chose a defensive war rather than a mobile warfare. Even so, they formed a defensive line that was close to a semicircle. If you do that, your firepower will be dispersed, and you won’t be able to stop zombies from all directions properly. The advantage of a human with a vehicle over a zombie is mobility, but to give up that.

Moreover.

“Ahhh, get out of here you bastards!”

You are gathering zombies faster than killing them. His marksmanship is poor and his bullets are wasted too much. Rather, it invites more zombies. Gang members are running down the stairs one by one, but it doesn’t help much.

The reasons to kill have increased.

She put the carbine firmly on her shoulder and ran off. She didn’t want to get shot, so she stuck behind a group of zombies. She advances little by little, firing one or two rounds at the back of her zombie head.

“Don’t shoot! I’m going to help!”

Try cheating. The gangsters who heard my cry waved their hands. It was a little difficult to tell whether he was asking to come quickly or to save us. Still, judging from the fact that the bus is not being moved, it seems that he has a sense of loyalty and waits until all his colleagues arrive.

I didn’t want to die from a blind bullet, so I ran around the nets of those guys. The gangsters didn’t even bother to shoot at me. But that’s for a while.

“That is not our side! Shoot it! That idiot who broke the CCTV!”

The bullets only pour this way. He cursed and hid in a hollow in the pool. Uh, but if bullets rain like this only here… ?

“Kyaaagh!”

“Ahead! Look ahead, aaagh!”

Zombies get closer and throw them away. Stupid guys. Here we take the zombie side again. Takan. Takan. Ticking. Step by step. Step by step. It doesn’t matter if it ricocheted off the bulletproof helmet. Put pressure on guys

“aaah, bow your head! No, don’t bow down! Shoot!”

Zombies take care of the rest. Oops, good job yes. The zombie crawls away, but bites off the leg of the gangster. The guy who bit his leg jumped up and down.

“Wurr, growl!”

“Take it off! Ask for it off! Please, this, aaa!”

The gang members shot their comrades and zombies at the same time. The water was mixed with the blood, and the smell of blood spread all over. It is difficult to enter this way. Zombies follow you from behind. A gang armed with guns in the foreground.

I was looking around to see if there was anything useful, and I happened to see something good. A fire hydrant was installed in the parking lot outside. Isn’t there a cliché where there is a red fire hydrant on the road and water pours out when a police car or truck crashes into it?

Aim sideways, ready. Launch. One foot. It ricocheted, so another shot. Fire one shot at the approaching zombie and then another.

With a pop, water gushed out of the fire hydrant. The water that gushed out onto the first floor of the shopping center washed away blood and corpses. Just in time, the gangsters were covered in blood. Zombies attacked the gangsters.

Bypass the fire hydrant and outrun the zombies. They put bullets in the foreheads of gang members and sprinted up the stairs. Water was pouring down the stairs as well. I heard footsteps upstairs.

“Don’t shoot! Zombies are coming downstairs! Form a line of defense!”

I shouted hard and went up. As soon as I saw a human face, I pulled the trigger. Pit, a foot grazed my shoulder, arm, and thigh. Fortunately, no bleeding.

I went up the stairs. Get wet from the sprinklers. But in my head, I remembered the location of important items. On the third floor, I finally got a bag. Waterproof functional backpack. Upon entering the 4th floor, I mainly packed medical supplies and food.

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Come to think of it, this medical product is also from Cybele. Feeling uneasy, I looked next to the shelf.

“Oh.”

I found that item, which was extremely inconvenient without it. Headset-shaped earmuffs. The size of half a Choco Pie. Waterproofing is a basic option, and there is also a function to block bullets, albeit in a small way, but the biggest advantage is separate.

Filters the sound.

Reduces high-frequency sounds such as explosions and gunshots, and amplifies small sounds such as footsteps and conversations. Now I don’t have to do anything like stopping to listen to footsteps, frowning and concentrating.

You can put it on top of a bulletproof helmet, so it doesn’t get in the way. The sound around me has definitely changed. Even if I close my eyes, I think I can tell where everything is just by the sound.

So, it was like the sound of footsteps creeping up on the 5th floor. The direction is towards the center of the hallway. I quickly packed my things and went up the stairs. Four gang members are trying to enter the middle room.

This is an opportunity.

I threw a flashbang and looked away.

My eyes brightened. Instead of pleasant memories from childhood, unpleasant memories came to mind. Guys coming from the other lane in the middle of the night with high beams on. My stomach churned and I pulled the trigger. Two men were shot and fell.

“My eyes, my eyes!”

“I can’t hear you! Ahhh!”

“Hey, come to your senses!”

Screams were heard from inside the room. I checked my surroundings and ran. Camilla was lying among the naked people. She is alive but looks very sick.

I made a mistake. I threw a stun grenade here.

I interfered with Camilla’s work. Normally in this case, a non-mentor who would say nothing even if she was shot dead by her comrades. No. I don’t know. Even if I knew it was there, I think I would have thrown it, but what should I do with it?

“Oh, did you leave your phone behind?”

Anyway, I’m here to pick up a cell phone.

“Did you come all the way here to get it?”

Fortunately, it seems that he is not going to ask about the flash grenade.

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“I put it outside, so take it. I’m going?”

I’ll take care of it.

“Hey, hey, wait!”

An urgent voice. I look back and see

“Uh, why?”

“… Weren’t you here to rescue me?”

What are you talking about when you said you came to pick up your cell phone? Embarrassing people. At that time. The water dripped.

“Kiyaaagh!”

Zombies on the first floor climb up. I can clearly hear their footsteps now with my headset on. The sound of gunfire seems to have stimulated it.

“Ah, I heard what I didn’t make, so I came here because I was curious about what you were doing. There was also a bus that could be used on the first floor. But now it seems that I am also imprisoned.”

Fortunately, Camilla stood up. But others don’t. Everyone had bandages wrapped around their ankles, and some even wrapped them around their wrists.

“… My wrist and ankle tendons were cut. It’s hard to stand, let alone walk.”

Camilla whispered in my ear. It sounded great even with the headset. In my mind, I want to just throw it all away and go, but then they won’t listen.

If you were a sane person, you wouldn’t have entered the Lambert inferno on your own. She’s the kind of woman who jumped in on the word that she might have slaves.

If she doesn’t have the confidence to win verbally, she’s better off just not fighting.

“What goes with arms and legs?”

Camilla thought for a moment and nodded her head.

“I think that is possible.”

“Then move to the first floor. Is there a bus there? Let’s ride out together.”

“John, what about you?”

“You wouldn’t go if I asked you to leave that person behind. Yes?”

Camilla nodded her head right away. I asked again.

“What would you do if I told you to leave?”

“I’ll send you nicely. It’s not your business.”

Yeah, I knew it.

I put down the bag first. There is still time left for the zombies to jump up to the 5th floor.

“The back stairs are safe, so get out there quickly.”

“Then, this bag is for me… “

Camilla tries to pick up her bag. Where dare I can go through other people’s bags, but I can’t stand others touching my bags.

“It’s mine, so I’ll take care of it. Didn’t everyone decide to do their own thing?”

“…Okay.”

Camilla went inside. No matter how I persuaded them, people crawled out with their arms and legs stretched out. The floor was wet and it felt like slipping, but it might be better that way.

One magazine now. Thirty feet left. But since there aren’t many things to shoot anyway, it doesn’t matter.

I opened the front warehouse. No matter how touristy it is, this place is always a golf course. Even if there is a golf course without customers, there is no place without golf balls and golf clubs.

“Yes.”

I saw a box full of golf balls. Seeing that it is full of filth, it must have been sent somewhere to be cleaned and left there. I took them all out and scattered them all over the hallway. Two boxes. Three boxes. Four boxes.

Zombies came at the end of the stairs on the 5th floor. I picked up a golf club. I’ve never actually played golf. I only watched some videos. So no one will say that it’s a form mess.

“Please.”

I firmly fixed a golf ball on the floor and put the golf club upright.

“Can you get on your knees?”

Just right.

The golf ball bounces with a cheerful sound. The zombie that came to the front grabs the groin and collapses. Oh well, I didn’t have any intention of hitting it that way.

As it falls, the ones around it also collapse. Even a golf ball is floating in the water, so everyone is happy to die. Oh, but already dead.

“I beg you, would you like to eat the guy next to you?”

Just right. The guy next to him had his head ripped off. A zombie watching quietly tries to eat my neighbor’s head off.

“People! Choose!”

Perfect! This one hit the zombie knee. Deflected golf balls bounced here and there, knocking them down.

“Slaves! Obey!”

Perfect!

The man who ate his neighbor’s jaw was smashed. It seems that I have a talent for sports more than I thought. You may even have a knack for cooking. If you look at the three dead guys still concentrating on the meal, as if they would not know the taste even if their jaws fell off.

Someone enjoys the food I cook. It feels good. So I shot them in the leg with a carbine.

The zombies groaned and fell over. It’s like looking at a human sandwich, no, a zombie sandwich. And I saw it happen again.

The pile of zombies kept piling up. When too much ‘food’ was piled up, they recognized it as an obstacle, not food. So I climbed on top of my colleague.

However, this is a relatively wide and low corridor. The zombies blocked the hallway by themselves and then collapsed.

“Dead people have no choice.”

As expected, it is better to be alive. A blood-soaked golf ball was about to roll this way, but it was hit by a golf club that had landed on the floor and bounced off.

The zombies let it go, carrying the bag on their back and descending the stairs. People who were almost rolling over were struggling to get on the bus.

The first floor was a mess. Zombie blood and human blood were mixed in the water pouring from above. Camilla moved people one by one onto the bus. People with injured legs but intact wrists shot zombies with the guns of dead gang members.

“Come quickly!”

Camilla saw me and beckoned. She passed by a dead gang member.

Wriggling.

The dead man’s hand grabbed my ankle. The eyes of the gang member with a hole in his forehead kept rolling back. Teeth were exposed. Before he was shot, he must have been bitten by a zombie, and his neck was ripped off.

“What the f*ck!”

If it was normal, how would I have avoided it?

Because of the bag full of bags. Because I’m running out of stamina.

My posture was disturbed. Fell sideways his clothes were wet Half of his face was covered in filth. Thanks to the earplugs, the water did not get in.

As he lay down, he raised his gun and struck. Zombies fall apart. Camilla pulled me up. As she was being dragged away, she fired a single shot at the bastard. The guy’s head exploded.

“Close your eyes! Don’t open your mouth! Never!”

I heard the sound of Camilla opening her bag. She stirred inside, then cracked open her water bottle and sprayed it all over her face.

Roughly washing my face with calloused fingers. It’s almost to the point of being torn apart.

I can’t tell you to stop doing this.