How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 12. New Life (2)

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Put it in, let it go.

It doesn’t really matter whether a stake about the length of a mop handle is pulled out or broken.

I drove the stake with the sharpened end into the zombie’s body, inflicting wounds on their bodies, that’s enough.

Zombies attack my wounded colleague. While it is eating the victim, it picks up a rock and throws it. In this way, the hunting distance increased by one more.

The guy who was hit by a stone suddenly crawls towards me. Another zombie sinks his teeth into the guy’s legs and butt. It wasn’t a scene I had to keep watching, so I walked back toward the pickup truck.

Both women sat in the trunk of the pickup truck. Cassandra sharpens the end of a wooden pole, and Camilla stands guard with her rifle. As I approached, Camilla handed me one more of her poles.

“John. “Didn’t we clean up around here?”

Now we are standing for a moment in the plains around Safe House, the fire station outside Hampton. There were quite a few zombies. It was just as expected.

“I left some security measures in place.”

“What device?”

“Do you remember there were zombies on the second floor of the fire station? I didn’t clean it up and left it alone. If you leave it alone, it will rot, and then it will attract all the surrounding zombies.”

Cassandra stopped carving her wood. Camilla also seemed a little tired.

“Why did you do that?”

“I told you. It’s a security device. “First of all, since there are zombies lying on the ground, unexpected petty thieves won’t be able to come, and on the other hand, if there are zombies lying down, it means there are humans around, so you should run away quickly.”

After hearing my answer, Cassandra cut her pole again with a hunting knife. Sigh. Sigh. It is skillfully pushed out along the grain of the wood.

“I’m used to living in a place like this.”

“There is nothing you can do to survive. “You should too, Cassandra.”

“Do you think the lab doctor will find it easy?”

Camilla shook her head. Cassandra stopped her hand again.

“I’ll go and come back.”

Unusual atmosphere. First, grab the pole and walk towards the zombie.

Did I think wrong?

I thought that if I put these two people together, they would become friends, but that wasn’t the case at all. I feel like it’s getting worse. It’s not a question of who is better or worse, but the personalities of the two are very different.

So, Cassandra, well, aside from the fact that she has an unusual way of speaking, she is really not good at speaking.

She exactly says, ‘I know what you’re saying, but you have to listen to the end to understand the full context.’ When she was young, adults used to say, ‘That’s what smart kids do.’

It may sound like they’re skipping along because their mouth can’t keep up with the speed of their thoughts, but once those kids speak calmly, they’ll speak quite coherently.

But Camilla is the exact opposite. She has a somewhat impatient personality, has definite likes and dislikes, is also very opinionated, and sometimes shows a temperamental side.

But that doesn’t mean Cassandra is docile.

“What? “Just because you’re docile doesn’t mean you won’t fight.”

I approached the other group. A zombie was standing in a field of reeds at an ambiguous height, between my knees and ankles.

The pole was long enough, the zombie came towards me, and without thinking, I stabbed it in the stomach.

“Gyaaa!”

Moment.

Something felt strange. As soon as he shouted, the surrounding reed fields shook all at once. I quickly ran without looking back.

I could see Camilla pointing her rifle at me and Cassandra pointing at me.

It took a month to get to our car. I gasped and looked back.

“What did you just do?”

Camilla is still aiming her rifle. Instead, Cassandra opened her mouth.

“… When the zombie stabbed by the spear screamed, zombies crawled out from the reed field all at once. These are people who can’t walk properly. “Now they are ripping off my colleagues.”

Does this mean the ambushed zombies moved on her signal?

“Camilla. “Did you see it too?”

Camilla lowered her rifle. She glanced at Cassandra, then shook her head.

“Well, it looks to me like they crawled out at the same time. “It seemed like he came out after ‘recognizing’ you, rather than ‘hearing’ a sound.”

“No. I came out after hearing the sound. “Cassandra saw it clearly.”

“I heard you crawled out without making any noise. “I looked through the scope.”

“Cassandra has good eyesight.”

“Oh, is that so? “Can this scope magnify?”

“How far is it from here to there?”

If this continues, there will be a fight. No, I don’t know if it’s already grown.

“Stop. Stop it. “What’s wrong with you?”

No, really, why are you doing that? Cassandra and Camilla both glare at me. Cassandra bursts out laughing, and Camilla gets angry.

“Are you mad at me now?”

“No, I’m not angry… “

“Hey. Give me the pole. “John, let’s take turns.”

Camilla walked with her pole. I grabbed my rifle and guarded my surroundings. The lonely road in the wilderness was the same, and the strange harmony of dead trees and green weeds was also the same.

“John.”

“Yes.”

“Cassandra is lonely and scared. “Can I hug you?”

“If it’s in the back.”

I touched something soft and soft, but it felt like my spine was tingling. I smile brightly for no reason.

Camilla looked this way and shook her head as if it was absurd. Her long red hair flew around.

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I arrived at Safe House late in the evening. Fortunately, everything remained the same. Except there are zombies wandering around. We lured them to a suitable place and entered the basement.

“It’s safe.”

“Safe here too.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Camilla and I lowered our pistols at the same time. With perfect timing, Cassandra turned on the LED light. I held it at about waist height, but I couldn’t see her face because the light was obscured by her chest.

“… Hungry.”

Camilla slumped down in her chair. But when she saw me and Cassandra going into the pantry together, she jumped up again.

“I’ll bring it to you.”

“No. “I’ll choose mine.”

Groceries are also the same. Cassandra did not take her eyes off the canned Cybele product.

“True. Cassandra. Thank you. I did exactly what you told me, and my hunger got less. But how did you know that you shouldn’t eat canned Cybele as is?”

“It contains ingredients that stimulate hunger.”

Camilla missed her water bottle and I almost bit my tongue. Cassandra calmly picked up a can of ‘Raki’ company. It’s a can of bread with strawberry jam.

“Wait a minute, what? “What’s in it?”

“All Cybele foods contain ingredients that increase appetite. “It activates certain cells in the brain.”

It was so absurd that Camilla emptied a 500ml bottle of water in one gulp. She asked, just as dumbfounded as I was.

“You put something like that in? Why?”

“When people are hungry, all they can think about is that they need to eat. Freedom, struggle, whatever it is. First of all, you have to eat to survive. It does not enter products exported to foreign countries. It is included only in Elsa domestic products. Elsa people… Because it goes through.”

“… “I don’t eat.”

Camilla was about to leave. I grabbed her arm.

“Let go.”

“Camilla. “Don’t act like a child.”

I had to say what I had to say. Of course, Camilla did not stay still.

“Child? Baby? Did you just call me a kid? Are you telling me to stay calm after hearing something like this? Not only me, but the people of Erza eat Cybele for the rest of their lives! Even though it doesn’t taste bad, this is the cheapest!

Children from families without Cybele will starve to death! Do you think only kids do that? Adults, poor workers, were absolutely dependent on Cybele! But there’s something like this inside! Oh, you lived abroad, so you didn’t grow up eating this, so it doesn’t matter, or something like that?”

“Kick.”

It was ridicule. Cassandra laughed. Camilla immediately glared at Cassandra.

“Are you laughing just now?”

“It’s fun.”

“What?”

“I usually don’t believe anything Cassandra says, but I thought it was cute that she just listened to it straight and got angry.

It seems like your judgment is not consistent. Very interesting. “A person is lenient in some areas and strict in others.”

Puck.

Camilla could not stand it any longer. She punched Cassandra in her face. However, she was caught. Cassandra held it in the palm of her hand.

Camilla’s strength was quite strong, but Cassandra’s strength was also quite strong. Neither woman seemed to be pushed back.

But is the difference in physical strength inevitable? Cassandra was losing strength, and Camilla seemed to be pushing forward.

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I passed by two people who were competing. I sat down on the box and opened a bag of chocolates. It was a Cybele product. I chose it on purpose.

It had peanuts in it, and the more I chewed it, the more it had a strange taste. It’s not the taste you’d expect from chocolate, but the kind of vague sweetness you get when you chew corn syrup or a well-baked potato for a long time.

“That’s right. I’m hungry. “I need to eat something else.”

It is taboo to light a fire underground. Especially in places like this that are not properly equipped with ventilation facilities.

But, rather than watching those two women struggle, I just wanted to make some stew and eat it.

I lit the solid fuel and opened a can of Cybele. Beef stew with tomato puree. I opened the lid and waited, and soon it started bubbling.

“Hey!”

“Ugh… “

Camilla and Cassandra were pushing each other with their hands clasped together. But it’s a bit… The posture was subtle. Camilla is clearly dominating.

The problem is that Cassandra’s breasts are too big.

As the two people got closer, her chest became closer to his chest. It was to the point where each other’s hearts were slightly crushed.

Each time, it was Camilla who tried to pull away. Well, I understand to some extent. If I were to wrestle with a man and we got close to each other, I would feel rejected.

“Rain, stop rubbing!”

Camilla shouted.

“Don’t let yourself go, just stay still!”

Cassandra fought back without losing.

“Oh, it’s ready.”

I put the lid on the solid fuel and turned it off. I knew it wouldn’t taste good if I just ate it, so I broke open an unsalted cracker and crushed it in. Surprisingly, the seasoning was just right.

“I will eat well. Wow, it’s not as good as what I did, but it’s still pretty delicious.”

Growl.

A loud noise was heard from the two women’s boat. Well, the basement is full of smell.

“I-I-IK!”

It was Camilla who broke the balance first. She boldly stretched out her leg and kicked Cassandra’s ankle. It is an exemplary fighting technique. But.

“aaah!”

In the meantime, perhaps because I didn’t like having my chest pressed against me, I pulled my body back. The technique went too shallow, and Cassandra responded by sticking forward instead of falling. The two became so close that they could almost kiss.

With our stomachs almost touching, there was nothing more to say about the pressing of our chests. I forgot to eat for a moment and stared at that provocative figure.

“Hey.”

“John?”

The two women eventually scolded each other and retreated. I put the empty canned food aside and asked them.

“So what do you want for dinner?”

The night deepens like this.

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“John.”

Camilla came to my room. She carried her own cot and blanket.