How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 6. The price of the name (11)

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We are now at the end. Now that Camilla’s done her job, I just need to finish my job .

Neither I nor Camilla had ever driven a bus before, so it was embarrassing. Fortunately, among the rescuers was a truck driver. While I was looking around, Camilla took her uncle’s advice and drove her bus.

“If you ram into it, you will get a shock, so push it with the feeling of subtly stepping on it.”

“Yes.”

Ugh.

Instead of shooting, she slipped out of the country club, pushing and stomping on the zombies. Fortunately, the bus was sturdy. I had a little trouble clearing the barricade at the entrance next to the shopping center, but I escaped safely.

Some zombies followed, but they left in search of more colorful sights and popping noises. A grandiose festival and mass funeral were taking place in the main building.

A swarm of ants clinging to an earthworm writhing on the sidewalk after the rain. The last look at the main building looked like that.

I came down the road through the hills. I turned off the engine and stopped the car in a suitable clearing hidden by trees.

“Look at that.”

The light between the curtains faded little by little. Darkness ate away at the sky. It was a group of zombie crows. Seeing the fire at the country club, they seem to be running away. Black, elongated feathers poured down like heavy snow.

The sound of the world suddenly cut off. It’s just the faint flapping of wings.

The flock of birds flew up again only when the sun had set. They turned back in the same direction they flew. I wonder if they all have a house? If so, I wonder what it would look like.

“Now what?”

Camilla whispered.

“Let’s go up again.”

I answered without hesitation.

“Are you serious?”

“Rather, now would be the safest.”

Since flocks of birds have visited, zombies must have died or hid somewhere. The remnants of the gang will be gathering in the main clubhouse, well away from the hotel, and they won’t be able to afford to come here surrounded by zombies.

Moreover, I can’t take all these people with me.

Me and Camilla are exhausted, but the rescued people might die if they sleep on the bus. Her body is weak because she has not been able to eat properly for a long time and has been abused. Even being struck by water, everyone is shaking.

Compared to that, hotels provide clean water and towels and clothes. I don’t know how long it will last because it’s operated by an emergency generator, but electricity seems to be provided as well.

Above all.

“It’s been a long time since I robbed a proper place, but I have to take care of things and go. Isn’t it a waste? There are a lot of cars that are fine. I have a lot of supplies to pack.”

“John. Wouldn’t this smoke be visible from far away? What if someone comes?”

“These smokers would have seen flocks of birds flying by. They look like they’re eating everything they see, but they’re probably not even breathing.

And the zombies are still out there in the woods around here. I’m afraid of birds now, so I’m hiding. They will stand guard.”

Instead of answering, Camilla put her hand on my forehead. Next, he opened her eyes and felt the veins on the side of her neck.

“What are you doing?”

“I was wondering if there was any pain anywhere.”

“I’m fine. I’m a bit tired.”

“… Let’s exercise together My heart hurt when you stumbled earlier. I will train you severely.”

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I think I heard something strange at the end.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh? What?”

Did I hear that wrong?

The bus came up again. He pointed his gun at the window and moved cautiously. Bodies with white bones exposed were strewn across the street. There was also a car that was still burning.

A zombie crow, unaware that all my friends had been blown away, flew up with a squeal. He was a big guy, looking to be 50 cm long and with a wingspan of about 1 m. Well, that’s why I’m going to grab a person’s head and fly away.

Black smoke was also rising from the main base. The whole building was burned. The acrid smell seemed to emanate from here. Intermittent booms and booms were heard.

Compared to that, the hotel side was quiet. Although it is a four-story building, the first floor is where the lobby and cafe are located, so three floors are used as accommodation.

“I’ll see you.”

Camilla grabbed me as I tried to get up.

“No. I’ll go. You are here.”

His eyes were so determined that I was a little embarrassed. To the point where it would be better not to say things like, ‘I can come and go quickly on my own.’

“Oh, okay.”

Camilla, her face flushed, ran out with her gun. A small laugh is heard from behind her. Although she looked back and stopped.

“Turn on the heater. Even if it stinks, I put up with it.”

The bus is still running anyway, so it won’t matter if you turn on the heater. Warm heat spread. Inside, faintly, I could hear pistol shots.

After a while, Camilla returned safely.

“It was cleaner than I thought.”

“What is a gunshot?”

“Oh, I heard there are zombies on the stairs going up to the 3rd floor.”

“Who is it?”

“No.”

“Then let’s go. Guys, please stay still for a moment.”

I passed the lobby full of graffiti and broken glass and came up to the second floor. It was a structure with rooms on both sides of the corridor. I opened the door one by one and checked for zombies. It is a single room or a double room.

“Hmm. Uh.”

Some rooms were filthy. I don’t understand why people smoke cigarettes in alternative rooms.

Another room was full of adult toys. Looking at the bloodstains on the floor, I knew what had happened. Camilla shook her head and locked her door. His expression looked depressed.

“Big. Manager?”

“What?”

Camilla looks at me in surprise. She pretended not to know and pulled it off.

“I have a reservation. How much room should I book?”

Pik laughs and gently pushes my chest.

“… Let’s take a room for one person. Since there are 17 of us, there are 18 rooms.”

It was so natural that I almost skipped over it.

“If you and I are in separate rooms, shouldn’t we have 19 rooms?”

“Speaking inappropriately to the manager?”

Camilla put her hand on her waist.

“Sorry.”

“You and I should leave the door open and stay up all night. What. Could it be that you had a comfortable sleep?”

Now he even lifts my chin slightly with his fingertips.

“No.”

“Kick.”

“Is it funny?”

“No. Be more active in the future.”

“I will keep this in mind.”

Camilla laughed as she bent her back. Even shedding a few tears.

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I made a makeshift stretcher and carried them one by one. After thinking about what food to give, chocolate, candy, and water were distributed.

It was ambiguous to cook something, and even if I did, I didn’t seem to be in a position to digest it. It seems better to give them sugar.

“Thank you… Thank you.”

My parched lips moved weakly, and my swollen eyes were filled with tears. But there was a strange vitality to these people’s movements.

“You may be hungry, but I don’t have enough food for patients. Even if it kills… “

“No. If you eat that, you will be more hungry.”

I looked at her man in surprise. She smiled broadly at the man. Despite her swollen gums and gaping gaps, typical signs of malnutrition.

“Isn’t that strange? Everyone did. Eating makes you more hungry. So we learned to eat sparingly. Instead, I recited a prayer.”

“What kind of prayer?”

“A prayer to the goddess of hunger. Without faith, we would not have survived.”

“I see.”

She had nothing else to say.

The water itself was lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, but there was even shampoo and soap, so washing was no problem.

People have come forward to do this for themselves. It was because I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. Men washed with men and women with women.

It took some time, but everyone helped each other somehow, finished the bath, and even wiped it off with a towel. They looked relatively comfortable in their gowns.

A man and a woman who looked a bit older were examining the bodies of the others. She said she worked for a long time as a nurse at this resort.

“There are no bite marks. Dirty water came into contact with the wound, but there are no signs of infection. Just in case you don’t know, I just wish I had some disinfectant.

“I’ll get the first aid kit. I saw you in the hallway.”

Camilla quickly stood up. I suddenly became curious.

“Teacher. We know that it is transmitted through contact with infected saliva or blood, but mixed with water… Could it be contagious?”

Me and these patients also came in contact with the dirty water on the first floor of the shopping center. It is a mixture of zombie blood, human blood, dust, dirt and water. The man answered calmly.

“I am not a doctor, but… The common sense I know, and the infection control guidelines that have been disseminated to us, say that such a thing has never been reported.

As you know, before the whole area was declared a non-protection zone, infectious disease control guidelines came first.”

“What did you say specifically?”

A woman answered my question instead.

“If saliva and blood enter the body, the probability of infection is high. However, it is not at the level of airborne spread… When mixed with large amounts of water or other liquids, the virus is diluted, so the risk of infection is virtually non-existent.

In fact, most viruses are like that. Unless it is a water-borne disease such as dysentery or salmonella. Moreover, in the same case as before, the water did not stagnate, did it continue to flow? Then the odds are lower. I’m rather worried about tetanus.”

I felt relieved. There were no scars on my face, and since my eyes and mouth were tightly closed, it is unlikely that it entered the mucous membrane. Although Camilla had been swept hard enough to rip the leather off her face.

“By the way, thank you.”

The couple bowed their heads to me. I was embarrassed to shake my hand, but I just nodded.

“You are the one sent to us by the Goddess of Hunger.”

“Me?”

This is a bit grandiose. But her man’s pupils looked hard. A certain resoluteness, like those who lean on something sturdy.

“The survivors prayed, prayed, and fasted while waiting. Those malicious persecutors rather liked that they were saving food, but we don’t think so. I think I’ve yielded to the starving goddess. So we finally got our freedom.”

“… Uh, the doctrine must be quite old.”

“What are you going to hide now? Faith in the goddess is a tradition of Elsa. Faith will finally save us, I believe. As proof of that, you came here. With a beautiful woman. Come to think of it, are you two lovers?”

This man’s drifting skills are unusual.

“No.”

“Ah, then you must be married.”

“Why does the story flow like that?”

The male elder burst into laughter, and the female elder even harbors subtle expectations.

“We are just a business relationship.”

Let’s emphasize it with strength, and the elderly woman asks again.

“Do women think so too?”

I turned around and saw Camilla with a first aid kit. He was raising one eyebrow.

“That’s right. It’s a very, very thorough business relationship. It’s nothing.”

But why are you beating your head?

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Me and Camilla took the room closest to the end of the stairs. On the other side, the fire door installed in the hallway was tightly locked and a defensive wall was built by stacking furniture. Unless a bear comes in, they won’t be able to break through.

In case of emergency, a mop sack with a towel tied to it was inserted between the doors of each room. People don’t move freely, so it was meant to shake the stick if there is a problem.

If a zombie ever breaks in, just yank her bag inside and shut the door.

When I returned to my room, put the gun down, and took off my shoes, a terrible stench came up. The same goes for Camilla, but she can’t help but feel embarrassed.

“You wash first. I will leave the equipment and take care of the patient.”

Camilla stomps into the living room. Did you hate the smell of her feet?

“Why are you coming back?”

Without answering, Camilla swung back the closet opposite her shower. Robes and towels were all there.

She bluntly flipped open a drawer under her closet and pulled out soap, shampoo, conditioner, and cosmetics all over her chin. She glances in my direction and pouts her mouth.

“I came to get tissues. Why.”

It pulls the bottom drawer out and slams it back shut. Her ears are hurting Today, Camilla, I often see her blushing.

“Did you cut your finger? Why is her face so red….”

It’s not a particularly strange question, so there’s no need to look at it like a madman.

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“Wash it quickly, it stinks!”

I can’t even find a tissue and go to the living room. She opened her drawer and looked at why she wanted to go there. She had something written on a small paper box. I slammed it too.

“Big. Greatness.”

Um. What. The door will be open anyway, but something will happen.