How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 12. A new life (5)

Cassandra was desperate. No one listened to her when she said that the world was falling apart. I, a complete stranger, said, ‘That’s right. ‘This world is going to be ruined.’ So much so that I desperately clung to it when I agreed with it.

It means that you are being chased mentally and are impatient. But now it’s a ‘lie’.

Looking for something to say in response, I look at her hands.

Continues wiggling, wiggling, and even pinching. The thumb and index finger clearly show signs of being bitten out of nervousness.

The lifeless eyes do not stay even for a moment and constantly look at their surroundings. The raised shoulders appear to be an expression of tension.

Bloodshot eyes. A shadowy face. Looks scared and wary. Anxiety.

“Did you not sleep?”

Perhaps because it was an unexpected question, Cassandra paused a little.

“I slept well last night.”

“I don’t think I slept well.”

“Because that’s how it was.”

Still, he holds on to her door handle tightly. I whined and took off my thin windbreaker. Thanks to Cassandra’s help, I barely managed to take it off.

“Why are you taking off your clothes all of a sudden, Johan?”

I stretched out my right arm.

“Tie the sleeve of your coat around my arm. “Tie the other side to your arm.”

“What are you doing?”

“I told you. I won’t abandon you. “Tie it up.”

Cassandra narrows her eyes and glares at me.

“He’s a strange person, really.”

I was trying to say who to whom. I tie it around my wrist quite meticulously. I tied it with quite a bit of space and didn’t tighten it too tightly. After tying it to her arm, her trembling seemed to stop a little.

“Cassandra. She didn’t say she would trust you without thinking. The fact that the zombie problem is not something to be taken lightly has not changed since I first encountered it. You know that too. Besides, I saw a lot of things I didn’t understand after that.”

I told you about the strange things I had seen on my travels so far.

A story about plants that grew too large and grandiose at the Agricultural and Plant Center. The flesh grows abnormally quickly and to a large size. Vines growing explosively from zombie corpses.

At that time, they just seemed bizarre.

Now I think I know what they are. An intentional mutation caused by humans escaped the laboratory and was released into the world. And the aftermath reached an uncontrollable level.

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“I don’t know science and medicine as well as you. But I also know how to judge based on common sense. Everything that’s happening right now doesn’t make sense.

Powerful people are not trying to solve the zombie crisis. The Korea Disease Control and Prevention Agency said the same thing. The same goes for the Elsa Liberation Corps, which set out to liberate Elsa and should therefore be on the side of the people more than anyone else.

Cassandra, as far as I know, you are the only scientist who sees the zombie crisis itself. That’s why I came to save you with Camilla. You have to survive. No?”

Of course, I know what happens after this world ‘falls’. But no matter how much Cassandra is a woman outside of common sense, that story would sound absurd.

I just hope that you can understand this level of the story. Cassandra was silent for quite a while, then rubbed the corners of her eyes. The inside of her car was dry, so it made a squeaky sound.

“I’m sorry.”

For the first time, my voice does not tremble.

“I’m sorry. Cassandra has been so… I was ignored. No one listened to Cassandra. Mocking. Laughing. Some bad girl understood what Cassandra was saying, but she didn’t care, rather… “It seemed like he wanted the world to fall apart.”

“Who? “Can you tell me?”

“… Virginia Helford.”

Virginia. A mysterious woman. She’s fierce, big-breasted, pretty, and ridiculously strong. She is and she is trying to catch us and kill us.

What did we do?

“Anyway, I didn’t want to be disappointed again. So I said something harsh without Cassandra knowing.”

“Let’s assume it’s a draw.”

“What?”

“Rembert work and this. “Let’s call it a draw.”

“Good.”

It’s hard to appease people. As soon as she finished answering, Cassandra opened her mouth and let out a yawn.

“Are you sleepy?”

There is no answer. She is already sleeping with her head down. He reached out for her and rested her head on the sheets.

After a while, Camilla, who was ahead, turned on her emergency lights. A gas station was seen a little distance away. She said to put some gas in it and go.

Camilla, who passed by, took a lap around the gas station. Neither zombies nor people appeared. Camilla, carrying her rifle, got out of her driver’s seat and checked all around her, but she found nothing of note.

There is just her dead body with a gunshot mark on her head, and the gas pump swinging and hanging from her hose. It looks like someone hastily filled the tank with oil and left.

“I’m curious, who is tied to whom?”

Camilla asked, crossing her arms behind the open door. Cassandra held on to the clothes that bound her and her as if they were her lifeline.

“Yes.”

* * * * *

4 PM.

The scenery outside has not changed much from before. A wide field, zombies looking at us from afar, the still blue sky, the slightly dampened sunlight.

Cassandra finally woke up.

As soon as she woke up, she opened her mouth and looked for water. When I handed her the bottle of water she had placed between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat, she emptied half the bottle in one gulp.

Her eyes were red, but the tremors of her body were noticeably less than before.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. “I slept so well that I can’t remember the last time I slept like this.”

Seeing that his pronunciation was clearer than before, it seems that lack of sleep definitely played a role in his hectic appearance. Judging by the fact that he even smiles a little, he seems to have calmed down quite a bit.

“Do you remember what we talked about before leaving? I’m going to sleep in a proper garage today. One person stands watch, the other sleeps in the car. “Do you know how to use a gun?”

“Yes. People at the Korea Disease Control and Prevention Agency also receive basic military training. But the hit rate wasn’t very high. “Twenty shots, about twelve.”

“That’s enough.”

Camilla and I are both good at handling guns. It is enough for Cassandra to just carry a light gun and watch the side roads.

“But weren’t you good at fighting? “I heard that from Rambert.”

“I am somewhat confident in bare-handed fighting. I’m also pretty good at fighting with weapons. “I learned that from childhood.”

Surviving as the boss’s daughter in the back alleys of an underworld, I guess it was something like that. She must know how to protect her own body anyway.

But how far should this go?

Although it is early summer, the sun sets rather quickly. We need to quickly find a place to rest before it gets dark. Otherwise, you will have to park on the side of the road and sleep.

Camilla seemed to have the same concerns as me and increased her speed. After passing through flat land mixed with red sand and gravel, I came across a dry corn field. It was so endless that I wondered if there was a picture of a cornfield on the window.

As we passed through the field, we saw silos for storing grain and warehouses for storing farm equipment. The warehouse door was tightly closed and even padlocked. Camilla turned on her hazard lights. That means let’s take a look there.

The parking lot and vacant lot was quite large. Even after two laps, no abnormalities were seen. Camilla waved her hand out her window. Her hand signal was to get down and take a look.

Me and Cassandra untied the clothes that bound us. I handed her her pistol. 1911, At her level, she should be able to control her recoil without difficulty.

“You know how to handle it, right?”

“Yes. “I tried it.”

“First of all, Camilla and I are careful not to use guns often. But be sure to use it when necessary. So, before we shoot, you must never shoot first.”

“Okay.”

I held the MP45 submachine gun, and Camilla held the R-15 rifle. It is one of the useful items salvaged from the resort’s armory.

“Don’t worry, doctor.”

Camilla shrugged her shoulders. Cassandra nodded her head.

“Even if you get hurt, I’ll keep you safe.”

“… “It’s not much of a consolation.”

First, I took a walk around the area. There is nothing wrong other than a musty smell. It was a little different from the smell of rotting crops in the field. If I were to be specific, it’s the difference between the smell of dried leather and damp straw.

There was a window attached to the garage wall. I looked at it with a light, but didn’t see anything special. I tried to raise it just in case, but it didn’t open.

“Camilla. Should I break the window and go in?”

“It may be easy to get in, but it may be difficult to get out. Dangerous. “Let’s just open the door.”

“It might be a bit noisy.”

“Break the window or something. Please pick up the rifle. Doctor, I need you to give me some cover. “Let’s take the truck together.”

Camilla came carrying a sledgehammer from the truck. She was seen stretching out the muscles in her arms, lifting and releasing them slightly like weights.

I aimed the submachine gun at a distance.

Camilla swung the handle of her hammer.

Boom!

Her handle broke through the door and bounced inside the garage. The door that seemed so strong was pushed helplessly.

The inside was illuminated with light. At first glance, nothing seems special. Just in case, I picked up a rock that had fallen on the floor and threw it. I could hear the sound of a stone hitting the wall and bouncing off, but that was it.

“I’m going in.”

“Be careful.”

Camilla and Cassandra clung tightly to the door. Rushed inside. It was a large and spacious space where we could park our car. There were rusty folding chairs lined up neatly against one wall.

“Wook.”

The smell of decay was in the air. I covered my mouth and looked inside. I saw a man sitting down with his back against the wall. Wearing a suit, with a withered flower in his front pocket. A pistol in one hand, and a trace of life that had already escaped and hardened near the heart.

A terrible picture was drawn on the man’s back. It depicts the goddess of hunger. I tried to illuminate the surroundings more with the light.

I saw a picture that seemed to depict the goddess of hunger, and an attachment section for posts about , , Etc. It appears that it was used as a small chapel. A broken cage was rolling around on the floor.

The whiteboard next to the attachment column caught my attention.

– No matter what you hear in the field, never go alone.

There was even an important emphasis in the asterisk.

* * * * *

There was WD spray that was perfect for rusty hinges, a shovel that could dig up a grave, and a cutter that could easily cut up an old chain, but there was no deodorizing spray.

When the three people dug a shovel together, they were able to bury the man deeply before the sun set. Since there was no proper coffin, the body had to be wrapped in a sack. I haven’t yet heard of a zombie rat or a zombie man judging the ground to eat a corpse, but this kind of disrespect seemed preferable to the dead being mutilated.

“If I had known it would be like this, I would have bought deodorizing spray from the Hamptons. “Even though it wasn’t a clean shroud, I was able to keep it from smelling.”

Camilla seemed to be on her mind.

“He’s a nicer person than he looks.”

Cassandra helped in her own way. She would have been better if she had left out the unnecessary formula ‘than it looks’. Camilla flinched a little, but she seemed to be holding back when she saw the look in my eyes.

I put the two cars in the garage and bolted the inside tightly. Clothes were placed in the windows and cracks to prevent light from escaping. The door whose handle had been blown off was completely blocked by furniture.

Dinner is water and canned bread. It was not an environment conducive to cooking. Because of the smell of rotting grain, all three of us got into the pickup truck and ate our food.

“Over there. Even though we have two cars, the three of us will sleep here together. “Two people can recline the seats, and the back seat is spacious, so sleeping is not a problem.”

Camilla opposed my proposal.

“I am against it, John. If something goes wrong, all three of us will go away at once. Plus, 2.5-Ton trucks have a higher garage. Surveillance is just as easy, so why give up that?”

“I will agree. You’ll be on guard today too. “If we need to take turns, it’s better for the three of us to be together than to be apart.”

Cassandra shook her head. Both statements make sense. I thought about sleeping in the truck, but the car isn’t very spacious for that.

“Let’s just sleep together in one place.”

I pushed through the decision. Camilla looked a little dissatisfied, but Cassandra and I were not entirely wrong, so she nodded.

Today we changed the order, Cassandra is first, I am middle, and Camilla is last. I simply brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth with bottled water, changed my clothes in the truck, then returned to the pickup truck and fell asleep.

How long did you sleep?

“John.”

Cassandra whispered.

“John, wake up.”

Not only me, but also Camilla in the back seat seemed to have woken up. I heard a low metallic sound, so it seemed like I grabbed the gun reflexively.

“Cassandra, what’s going on?”

“I hear a sound.”

I opened the car door slightly and listened.

– Help me… !