Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

By the time you rushed, it was too late.

Many of the city's humans had become infected (zombies) by sprayed viruses. Those who barely escape, those who are resistant to the virus, are also attacked by zombies to join them.

Those who still remain 'human' are less than 10% of the population. From above the walls, he stared at the front square filled with zombies, and Guido distorted his face with regret.

"This is what I invited... I had to take that back to Granferia, there was no sight of this"

I heard someone screaming in the distance. On the wind a sticky water sound reached my ear. Until enough time ago those who sang raw as men were searching for gain with cloudy eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

There's one here too - no, one. There are zombies.

A middle-aged man walks on a sidewalk glued over a castle wall in unreliable footsteps. I guess he was one of the guards. The man, wearing a white breastplate and a helmet, also abandons his place and approaches the great.

"Wow, meat."

Happily, a middle-aged man who reaches out to your greatness with real pleasure. But the two eyes (dust) glancing from the deviated helmet were gray and cloudy in carnal desire.

"... sorry"

Guitar rejected the embrace for predation with a cold blade.

A silver knife, one swing, two swings. That alone tore the middle-aged man's neck, and from the cross section, doth black blood overflow.

"I'm really, really sorry"

He made a noise and stared at the fallen guard, and Guitar also looked at him.

Staring far from the top of the castle wall, he leaks a bitter, bitter, voice, just as he can't stand it.

"But I really can't just be a man."

"No!

One young man was attacked by the zombies near the walls that separated the lower and intermediate districts.

"I want to be a zombie or something. Uh-huh!?

In the middle age of a fat bald head, a young man whose mouth is blocked with his lips. In a thick basse with thick lips, the young man moved his hands and feet bullshit, but the utmost resistance was also seized by the other zombies, who made loud noises and kiss marks engraved all over his body.

Eventually, by the time the youth's resistance subsided, the vulture zombie finally let go of the shoulder he was grabbing. The eyes of a young man dropped from his back to the ground, like those of the other zombies, are dark, dark and cloudy. From the edge of his eyes, a glimmer of tears drifted down.

"In Another Wolrd Online, the vision was dimmed at the time of capture... after all, in virtual reality and reality, you mean the vibrancy is different"

Hold your chest as if you had nausea, and your greatness takes your gaze off of distant events.

Then, he began to think with his arms together about the spirit and outline of the memorable "Necromancer City Z - Do Zombies Dream of Raw Meat?" event.

(Made it look like a zombie thing, a getemon-based event. That's "Necromancer City Z - Do Zombies Dream of Raw Meat?". Players fight desperately for survival in a city full of virus-infected NPCs. Up to this point, I'm with regular zombie stuff...)

Again, a resounding scream. On the roof of a private house in the lower district, a cornered boy was being enthusiastically kissed by the infected.

(The difference is, that one. The zombies at this event are not biting me, they're sexually harassing me. kisses, sweet bites, fingers, cheeks, butt strokes... more of a 'same-sex' opponent for being horny as if you were going to be a lover)

A man assaults a man, a woman assaults a woman, an assault against her management as a creature. As a result, humans turn into zombies.

(I'm not dying, I'm infected with a virus. And roses and lilies bloom all over the city. Maybe the flower capital deserves it...... unfortunately, the majority of humans are normal)

Regenerating the lacerations on his throat, he rose and kicked the approaching guard with his lips sticking out to his greatness, and your greatness ran out under the wall.

"I have to do something before Granferia burns down like Sodom and Raccoon Town."

Granferia, transformed into a city of infected people, is burned down by the armies and brave men of other countries. To avoid such a situation, Guitar ran out to the City of Virtue with a knife in one hand.

In his sight, 'Infection rate: 0%', 'Head to port!' There were two letters floating around.

There are so many humans in the inferior districts that have been in there since day to day.

There are young and old, people of all kinds, in the five boulevards that extend radially from the main entrance, in the intricate alleys and in the western harbour, where a number of large barrels and crates are watered down.

I can't wait to see them all because they become infected and half of them come at you for your precious lips and buttocks. Guitar Dai, feeling responsible and moving toward convergence of things, was about to cry out early, before proceeding a few blocks through the lower district.

"Ugh, you're a man, but you're going to have a masculine phobia"

Slow movement knocks down the men who flock, and noble daughters head all the way to the intermediate district.

On the road so far, it was all men who attacked me. A luxurious boy, a fierce young man, a middle-aged man with a beer belly, an old man with a cane, reaches out to the same sex and tries to devour his flesh.

Upon falling or falling, Guitar was shaking like a puppy in his beastly appetite to the point of abnormality of ringing his lips.

Still, I guess I'm moving forward thanks, for one thing, to my high physical ability. I just waved my arms hard out of fear, and several infected people were blowing up and temporarily stopping moving.

"But you're halfway there... it's like a horror game or something"

Rare tough flesh. The power to lift a large adult with one hand. ankles and hips that allow wind-like disease to run. If we mobilize them all together, we can reach the intermediate district in less than a minute.

There is no need to go all the way down to the road where the infected blocks the way. All you have to do is fly from the walls to the nearby private houses and move from roof to roof like eight flights. That's all the power I had, and I've been there a few times in the past.

But all those actions were sealed with 'horror game-like restrictions'.

"We can only move the determined route. You can't go into a private house like you can if you break a window. I can't break through the barricades that I can jump over at my leisure, and I'm forbidden to use all but some of my skills...... haha, do I have to work hard on the tunnel"

Uncondescending staring over the roof, Noble University continues on the route indicated in the MAP.

From the southern main gate to the western harbour, proceed as if bypassing along the walls, continuing to defeat the impending infected. The phase remains the same, and all that approaches him is the infected man, and the infected woman, even an old woman, is not oriented.

To a soberly thorough homosexuality, noble daughters wept even though they were not sad.

- That's why you couldn't help but be surprised by the infected people you encountered at the port you reached.

"Or Caorle!?

Bake and sell fish and shellfish in the harbor - a girl who lowered her shopping cage, dispersed by a middle-aged woman who would have sold it, shaking her body every bit as if she had been floated by heat.

One room in the dark hair, a common girl with mixed redheads, laughed happily when she found Noble Dae, reaching out to him both hands.

"Ah, Takahiro. Where were you?"

Therefore, a caorle approaching you with a foothold like a toddler. Dyed red on her cheeks and clouded her eyes more and more, she hugged her precious as if it were to come, biting her two exposed arms.

"Eh heh. Now Takahiro is a sashimi thing."

Kapukapu, a caorle with a sweet bite in the arms of Hami and Nobita. Itchy, ticklish irritation and encounters with infected people I know. And most importantly, you stand without resistance to the fact that the 'woman's' infected person attacked you.

From '0%' to '3%'. Infection rate rising from '3%' to '5%'. Still, you don't move.

"Kiss me, will you? Kiss ~"

But if there is an imminent mouthpiece that can be fatal, your body will move aggressively. Guitar turned his neck like a twist, holding the head of a caorle with both hands that stretched out and brought his lips closer together.

"Blame it!

"Ahem."

Dark-haired girl falling apart, along with the mild sound of kooky.

I was able to get rid of my predicament where it was dangerous, but you left your rush on your face.

"Why would a 'woman' attack me? Oh, no way, conditions have changed?

Precious man looking around with a blue face. But the middle-aged women and old women there, they don't even look to him. Sending an enthusiastic gaze from afar were still 'men', and 'women' showed no interest, nobody, nobody, in greatness.

"Then why is Caorle... maybe this guy, the guy"

"I thought my chest had been small for a long time..." murmured Precious, turning the soot of a thin blue piece. But the girl was still a girl, and the puffiness she was used to seeing did not exist between her crotches.

Then, on the contrary, it is the specificity of the caorle that stands out.

Why is this girl approaching you? Why was this girl the only one who attacked you?

Cheap anticipation and determination were dangerous in survival, where the caorle was the only one who decided it was special, and where the fate of himself and the city was at stake.

From now on, we have to have the feeling that women will come at us, too. Your colleague renewed his awareness that so much prudence was required.

"Taka, Hiro... Dinner, that's it..."

"Bye. You can come after me when you're back."

Leaving the girl who begins to put her twisted neck back in position, Guitar leaves the harbor behind.

Now head east to cross the lower district. The stated goal is: 'Head to Bright Orphanage!'. To the familiar sound, on the contrary, Guitar runs through the alley with increased vigilance.

The lower districts were still cluttered with janitor Michelotti starting cleaning activities, but now things were scattered and the walls were dirty as if they had gone back a long time ago.

Someone must have slashed the infected earlier. The blood paste, still luminous and dull, wetted the walls of the dwelling window by window, dripping down to the ground.

It would be due to the phenomenal regenerative power that we don't see the slashed infected. Must have blocked the wound less than a few minutes later and bumped into a pathetic lamb. When I thought about it, the nausea came up several times.

"How about that? If I throw up, the smell's gonna make me sick."

The face of your grandeur, who goes on to regain his mind, is still full of hope and vibrancy. Without even knowing the letter 'Infection rate: 5%' on the edge of his sight, Guitar runs down a gray lower district alley.

The alley sandwiched between the building and the building is dim because of the black clouds that spread as if to put a lid on the Granferia. The shade, etc. that did not even reach the slightest light, was close to 'black' and the brick colour was dull and visible.

Precious wary of raids from bends and shadows. In it, the 'white' fastened to the wall dazzled his eyes.

"Hmm? What the hell?

Fine white paper was pinned to a corkboard with posters of faded monuments. The ink hasn't even dried yet, white paper like a letter.

Guitar, concerned, stopped his leg for a moment and dropped his eyes on a brand new piece of paper.

"Attention, bitches! In this compartment, dogs leave. I can smell you, and a fierce dog will come. If you encounter it, escape at first sight and take it off the dog's territory. Never think about fighting, etc. Dogs are stronger than humans. From m '

"Wow, we got a flag!

To a warning from someone friendly, your greatness rejoicing in tears.

He knew, in experience. That in horror games, things in notes, files, and diaries definitely appear first.

It doesn't have to be a direct warning like this one. "It sounds like this," or "I saw a shadow like this," or "What's that!? 'I don't mind a statement like that.

What matters is that existence is suggested. Things written on paper appear with entities.

"Dog...... Speaking of which, I haven't had a zombie since earlier"

The infected, who have been everywhere on the road, are not here now.

The alley was in a straight line with wonder, and there was some sort of wall in the punctuation. Besides, the slightest nosy beast odor and the groaning voice of a dog you can hear if you listen. Guido finally realized the decisive situation.

"Could this be...?

Hopefully, your university will move on, fearful, hoping that the predictions will come off.

But the wish was lightly crushed, and 'The Raptor' came as someone advised.

"Awwwwww!"

It's a zombie dog!

"I don't know, it's walnuts and goldies!!

A dog beast man over 180 cm tall crawls on all fours and rushes to your grandeur.

A ten-year-old walnut and a gordie like his sister. The beasts with the characteristics of the Golden Retriever fly like dogs!

"Takahiro ~"

"Pepper! Pepper!

"Guh!"

The walnut is innocent, a naive heart sweet girl. Your hands are blunt because you knew what they looked like before the infection, allowing the Raptors to tackle you.

"Taka Hiro, Suki Suki"

"Wow! Wow!"

"Up, ya, stop!?

They fall on their backs, face close to each other.

The rate of infection of your greatness rises as you look at it, to the rumbling of your tongue rolling out at your mouth and eyes.

'5%' to '10%', '10%' to '20%'. To the rate of infection rising at unusual speeds, noble daughters rush to pierce the walnuts with a knife.

"Kuh-uh..."

But I can't. When the wolves, who saw the swordswallowing glow of a hard blade, leaked their sad voices through their noses, your hands stopped perfectly. And in a flickering gap, I'll allow another onslaught.

As it is, I will also serve as one of the infected. While I knew that, I really couldn't shake your knife down.

"Damn...... then this is it!

The retreating nobleman took out a non-lethal weapon - a flash grenade - and threw it away.

Moments, white light filled the alley so as to erase the slightest bursting sound. Not surprisingly pushing the rolling walnuts, Guitar ran out toward the end of the path.

"I'm glad I left it made for the martial arts tournament... but are there three left? You can't use incendiary grenades all over the city, and poor sleeping balls can lead to self-destruction."

Blurring, your greatness keeps you away from the Raptors' territory. Also passing through the Bright Orphanage at the checkpoint, he made his newly stated goal: 'Head to Guildhall! confirm'.

"As I was warned, I should have fled honestly."

Precious whining small.

The infection rate in his sight had reached '22%'.