How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 8. The lives of others (4)

Rather than grabbing his wrist, it would have been more accurate to say he had wrapped his fingers around it. If you want to remove it, you can remove it as much as you want.

Camilla did not shake off my hand. She didn’t even go into the room. She just stood still.

So I moved.

“John?”

Despite Camilla’s surprise, she followed me into her room. The CCTV lenses installed all over the walls look dazed today.

I could still hear noises from above, below, and from the next room, but I didn’t notice it much, perhaps because I had gotten used to it.

The only place for two people to sit was on the bed. Camilla sat quietly as I led her. She continued to hold her wrist in a strangely awkward manner, so she carefully covered her calloused hand.

“Why are you doing this?”

A tone of voice that does not hide dissatisfaction. But her hands are slightly closed. Easy for me to catch, easy for you to catch.

When I think about it, I think it was always like this with Camilla. Although our words and actions were different, our bodies were honest each time. We read each other’s sincerity by looking at each other’s actions rather than words.

So, this time too, think and speak as your body tells you.

“Because I’m worried.”

“Uh, what?”

“I’m worried.”

Now that I say it, it seems like a fight.

But the good news is that Camilla doesn’t know what to do. She probably never thought she would hear these words. I didn’t know I would say this either, but… So, to avoid her, I just say more.

“Both you and I had a mild fever until yesterday. I’ve never had a proper rest in a non-protected area. I was always on alert, and sleeping was uncomfortable. Even though it’s a bit noisy here, you don’t have to worry about zombies or be on guard. Therefore… “

What are you talking about? I am. My tongue gets twisted because I speak without thinking.

“So, I think it’s possible to feel sore and tired because you’re relaxed. But now, I think this is a little different from that. “What are you so anxious about?”

Surprised, Camilla quickly squeezed her hand before she could withdraw it. He looks at me in confusion, but looks at me.

Somehow I felt like I shouldn’t lose in a snowball fight. It’s harder than arm wrestling, but I don’t look away.

“Camilla, you have better physical strength than me. I know that too. Even when it was hard and tiring, you always moved and always did a lot for me.

That’s why it’s even weirder. You know how to fight even when your stamina is low, so why have you been like this since you came here? “Your hands are still shaking a little.”

Camilla stood close next to me. She quietly wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder.

The feel of her breasts on my forearm was vivid. A subtle, thin tremor passes through the body. She put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

“… “Why do you want to know that?”

Her tone is still blunt, but her body leans towards me. Are you proud? Or maybe he’s just as clumsy as me.

So, I’ll be as clumsy as I want.

“Because I was greedy.”

I slowly hugged the embarrassed Camilla. She wriggled inside her body, but ignored it and put her on the bed. The unique smell of the vinyl covering the mattress was strong.

Camilla, who was struggling as if she was trying to get away, eventually wrapped her arms around my waist.

“… I can’t speak. Now.”

Camilla looked at me blankly and said. As if she had promised herself, she spoke once more.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you. I don’t like it when people say things like I want you to know because I’ve experienced something like this. Nothing will change… What’s the use of saying this for no reason? “I can’t turn back.”

I draw a line with words, but my voice trembles and my eyes wander. It’s the same as when she asked me to come with her.

A woman who followed the traces and found me, but was afraid to be alone. Even though her physical strength is low, she knows how to fight, but she can’t hide her anxiety because she doesn’t know why.

Which one is the real one? I don’t know. She just pulls. Just like my teacher did for me.

She lifted her hand and gently stroked her back. I thought it was like soothing a crying child, but Camilla stayed still.

How long has it been?

“John.”

“Yes.”

“You know, I wasn’t a good player?”

I suddenly looked at Camilla, wondering what was going on. She wasn’t shaking. The gaze is also straight.

“The ranking was always between 5th and 10th. “She said that if she did just a little more, she would have enough medals, but she couldn’t do more than that until she graduated.”

“But she was a good model.”

Camilla smiled, but she looked somewhat lonely.

“… Okay. It did. She made quite a lot of money. Tuition, living expenses… Sometimes her parents’ allowance too. “It wasn’t something I was forced to do, but it wasn’t something I really wanted.”

When she talks about swimming, Camilla becomes a different person.

Although she seemed strangely energetic, she sometimes hesitated and hesitated. It was unnatural, as if someone had turned off the music while she was dancing excitedly. Camilla continued talking while playing with my hair.

“Someone said that. You attract attention because you are either an ‘athlete-turned-model’ or an ‘athlete who works as a model.’ You are neither a proper athlete nor a model. “It was something a woman who failed an audition said out of spite, but strangely, those words stayed in my memory the whole time.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“… Well. Because there are nails that just won’t fall out. And then, um, after I didn’t swim anymore. She entered the Liberation Corps. Because I hated Römer, and I hated Elsa’s puppet government even more.

Elsa It seemed like if we established our own country, there would be no more suffering. My modeling career was helpful back then. That… Thanks to this ridiculous propaganda, the number of subscribers has increased significantly.

At that time, I felt like I had a really good influence… I was quite proud. However.”

A deep sigh. Camilla’s hair covered her face. She ran her hand through her hair.

Camilla pushes her face into my palm. When I cupped her cheek, she became calm. She waited some more until she calmed down.

“John. There was a guy called Hoot. I am the original owner of the bag you said you found and that cell phone. No, the original owner is incorrect… The cell phone must have been stolen somewhere or obtained from the black market. “He abandoned that bag at the mini bell.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Then I got in touch with you, and Hans recruited ‘volunteers’ in a not-so-pleasant way. Go to Rambert and get your bag, or at least check it if you don’t have it.

I won’t tell you about the results. But… hmm. So, on a fire truck… Ah. I shouldn’t cry. Sorry.”

He pulled me closer to show that it was okay. The sound of the mattress creaking and the smell of vinyl come back to me. But all I could see was Camilla.

“… As I was getting out, I saw Hoot. He was trapped in a cage dropped by a helicopter. She had already been bitten by a zombie, and there seemed to be no chance of her surviving.

He asked me to kill him. I want to die as a human being. He was a traitor, but he did it. Because people shouldn’t do something like that. However. “You said something strange.”

“What?”

“Hans fooled us all. I’m being deceived too. He said the evidence was in a video on his cell phone. “That video that is currently being restored to its original state in the living room.”

It was my first time hearing this story. He never thought that something like that would be contained in an item he was thinking of selling in moderation.

Wait a minute. Then why did Camilla follow me here?

“Did you follow me because of my cell phone?”

“That’s one of the reasons. But that wasn’t everything. She didn’t think she would have to take it back or where she would take it.

Even before Hoot told me that you were being deceived… Because I felt skeptical. What am I doing now, and can I trust Hans? “Do you remember when I entrusted your cell phone to you?”

I remember. When he told her he wouldn’t contact his co-workers.

At that time, Camilla did not receive mine. If she really meant my phone, she probably would have taken it away then. But it didn’t happen.

“Yes. I remember.”

“… Trust me. I never tried to trick you or do anything like that. It’s still the same now. I want to continue to be by your side. Like now.”

“But you’re anxious.”

“It’s because I’m scared.”

“What?”

“I’m scared to see with my own eyes that I might be wrong again.”

Camilla snuggled further into my arms. She was crying.

“I. What I really wanted, I always couldn’t achieve. I really liked exercising… I can’t do it anymore. I thought everything would be fine if I started the liberation movement.

But… Now I don’t even know what I was doing. If, then. If I hadn’t made the decision for my colleagues, none of them would have died… “

Camilla’s words were tangled. I’m not sure what you mean. It was clear that she was confused. And the last one is definitely wrong.

“No.”

I hugged Camilla tightly. She seemed to be soothing a vicious, sad dog.

“No. Camilla. It’s not that. How do people know the future? “If I had known, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“… If the. “If I really was deceived, how should I live now?”

What should I say? There is no experience like this. Camilla seemed to be falling. If she doesn’t want to fall together, I need to hold on to something too.

“You can do what you like. You still like swimming, right? Yes?”

“I like it.”

“You can do it again.”

“I can’t do it.”

Camilla opened her eyes wide. There was venom in her voice. The person who was shaking just a moment ago has now changed into a stern look. It’s a look of hatred.

“I can’t believe I can’t do it. What are you talking about.”

“I can’t go in the swimming pool.”

Camilla gritted her teeth. She couldn’t understand. She’s a woman who majored in water ballet but can’t go into the swimming pool.

“… The sea too. On the day it was pouring rain, I felt like I was going crazy. Because I don’t like a lot of water. “If I hadn’t worked out like crazy, I wouldn’t have been able to endure it.”

At Safe House, Camilla didn’t sit still even for a moment. At that time, she was just a player, so I wondered if she was like that while she was resting for the first time in a long time. That wasn’t all she said.

“What happened?”

“Römer. They took it from me. My dreams, my life… “

A spark flew out of Camilla’s eyes.

“That’s why I can’t forgive them. I’m going to kill them all. I’m going to kill you. All… all… so. So I tried to kill them all. That’s why there was a liberation movement… However. But if I was being deceived, I.”

A betrayed avenger.

Her bitter taste filled her mouth. I thought I knew what it felt like.

A person whose everything they knew and relied on has collapsed, and can never see the world the way it used to again. Once you know something, you can never forget it. Even if you patch together what is broken, you cannot remove cracks that have already been drawn.

So, stand up.

Camilla caught me as I tried to get out of bed. She lets herself be hugged and then picks her up. This is the first time that I feel like she did a good job of exercising.

“… John?”

“Let’s see together.”

“Huh?”

“He said we should stay together.”

“I understand that, but why?”

Camilla is struggling as if she is trying to let go. Holding her hips firmly, she hugged her back. It looks like they’re kidnapping, but since it’s actually true, it doesn’t seem to matter.

“I will decide.”

“What?”

“If you regret that decision, I will make it for you. She can’t stay locked up forever. So, this is not your decision.

I decided it, and you just follow along. So later on, people say they shouldn’t have seen it, or something like that. Do not say that. “When you’re done, just shake it off.”

“… “Why should I do that?”

“That way you won’t be stuck in the past and will move forward.”

Camilla is motionless.

… But her arm is starting to hurt. She should just put it down in moderation. It’s heavier than it looks, boy. But how long will she stay like this?

“John.”

“Yes.”

Instead of Camilla coming down, she clung closer. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and back and his legs around her waist. I knew her arms and legs were long, but I didn’t know she could be wrapped around me like this. Yeah, she’s better this way.

“Tell me.”

“What?”

“I want to have you.”

I’m glad we’re holding each other tightly. Because I can’t see your expression.

“Tell me you are mine. So tell me that if you just listen to me, everything will be fine.”