Kuro no Maou

The work of locating the apartment also continued on the third day of the abnormal occurrence. The barricades on the ground floor and on each floor were stretched out at the expense of mesmerizing furniture and big men. I've also used the bed, so I'll be on the floor when I go to bed today.

The rest, assuming the worst, collected supplies on the fourth floor. It is up to the women to collect what they need from each room, and the man carries supplies from ABC drugs.

There have been several dangerous occasions, such as going back and forth through the stairs and sometimes about to fall from the scaffolding of the stepladder. Sometimes a zombie appeared chilling in the street, and every time, tension ran.

It's a task that will cut your strength and your spirit... but we all prayed that all of this would end in vain.

But finally, the time has come, as if Alice's evil god were to mock our prayers.

"... hey, what's up, it's been three days"

"Rescue, you're not coming."

Three days of promises have finally passed. The morning of the fourth day comes.

I gathered them all in a room on the fourth floor where I was sleeping. The store manager is also present this time. For three days, it's clear there's nothing unusual about it. I can also see that the bite wound on my arm is slowly healing.

Everyone who escaped Mac is safe, but his complexion is dark.

Naturally. We'll wait for rescue for three days, I'm sure it will come, let's all do our best - because I've been saying unfounded words of encouragement that way.

"And how long will it take for the rescue to come!

For three days, we spent killing our breath as we prepared for the cage castle in our apartment, frightened by the zombie raid. The result is this.

Rescue is not coming. No shadows, no shapes, not even signs of it.

Now that the helicopter is flying over the sky, the survivors want us to endure a little more during the rescue effort, if only we could have spent two or three more days here.

But there's nothing out there. Outside, as always, with the occasional zombies roaring, you just walk away.

"Who wants to wait a little longer for rescue, like this?

When I ask, put it down for a beat... and your hand goes up.

"Eh, I still have food, and I think I can wait like this."

Sam's opinion. Yesterday and yesterday, the ingredients in the apartment were processed into preserved food, canned for stockpiling that was in the room and the food brought in from ABC drugs. It was he who confirmed them all in detail. There will no doubt still be some respite in terms of food.

"Me too, I should wait... you know, outside, oh, it's dangerous..."

"I have an arm injury, and not too much going out and moving is a bit. Besides, this is such an unusual situation, I don't know if it would take me a little while to rescue you."

Sam's opinion was followed by a part-time girl and the manager.

What they say is best. But these three were the only ones who expressed their support for maintaining the status quo.

"Ha, wait like this, I don't think you're gonna get help"

It's still Andy who cut the tone of dissent first.

"I will, I need to go outside and gather information!

"If it works, it's now!

"I saw it as a survival flag to strike out here!

As one day, the college men's threesome is also hitchhiking. But I also know how they feel.

"What do you think of Roddy?

"Right...... I also find it hard to keep caging in here for adults without checking anything out like this. I guess this is more of a mental issue than a supply issue."

After all, you do.

Sam's right, there's food, so we can still live here for a little while. Until now, however, I could stand the separation between the three days I said. Life that just vaguely keeps waiting for rescue is pretty tough mentally.

If this is a deserted island, there's nothing more to it than to do so. But this is the city of St. Elles in Astoria, where we live. For once, if you go to the city, or the mainland, you might get out of this hell.

Such hope makes it difficult for me to endure this life of killing my breath and hiding. If you go on living like that, I don't know when the limits will come and you'll run away with Alice.

"Amy is."

"I will obey my senior opinion."

"... are you okay with that"

"Leaving it to someone you can trust is a smart way to make it easier to talk in these cases."

I'd appreciate that kind of trust being directed at my own boss... well, I don't even give the police instructions, but there's nothing I can do.

"Claude, what about you? You're the one who told me to wait three days."

"I..."

Everyone's gaze pierces. I didn't say it from myself, but somehow fluidly, I feel like I'm being treated like a leader of a group. I can't say very cheap statements or irresponsible things.

"I'm going to go see what's going on out there. First, I thought I'd go to the middle school designated as a nearby shelter."

"That's good, I agree. If the shelter works, we'll be in touch with the police."

"I agree too. I don't think it's such an unscrupulous destination because the distance is close."

"I agree with seniors."

Immediately a majority in favour was obtained. I also believe that this is the most reasonable course of action at the moment.

"Sam, is this it?

"Eh, ah, fine! I wonder what's going on out there too..."

The manager and the part-time girl, though dangerous, are no different than everyone else's desire to know the information outside.

"Well, that's settled. The candidate--"

"I will follow my senior!

"Let's go too"

"I'm not even gonna let Amy go. I'm coming, too."

Me, Amy, Roddy, Andy, and so on.

"Oh, I..."

"Sam, you don't have to."

"So, but I'm a man too!

"If we get too many people, we won't be able to help. Leave it to me this time and wait for me to come home here. Like?"

"Yeah...... ok, Roddy"

Well, just because I'm a man, I can't help but take him. Besides, given the worst case scenario, you can't just leave women and children behind.

"Well, when you're ready, let's go."

As a result, we finally set ourselves off to the peril of zombies walking wide open.

"Dad...... be careful. Be sure to come back."

After Alice and I parted tears, I finally go outside.

From the second floor emergency staircase of the apartment we crossed the footbridge back to ABC drag and descended from its roof to the back.

"Okay, looks like there's no zombies around."

"Oh, this one's fine, too."

From behind the drugstore, face out and check the street.

First proceed in a row of columns. From the beginning, it's me, Amy, Andy, Roddy, in that order. Corners, there are four of us, so we'll always be alert to zombie proximity so that we cover each other's blind spots.

Hiding in the shadows of the building, slowly, quietly, we move on.

It was supposed to be right next door, but it took us five minutes to get back to Maxnardo, which should be where it all started.

"Hey, what do you say?

There's no shadow.

First time I've tasted zombie terror, Mac, but now I don't see one. Three days after our escape, if we don't have any prey, we'll be disbanded by boulders.

"Looks like you can go now - yeah, you want to go for a second? Amy, follow me."

"Ha, I don't think it's worth it"

That said, Amy and Andy's cop combo went for a small run to the patrol car that remained stopped in the parking lot.

For starters, use the radio on the police car to see if you can't get in touch with the police station. Meanwhile, me and Roddy are on watch. If you see a suspicious figure, it is an immediate retreat.

"- Excuse me, seniors. I knew it wouldn't work."

"Well, cell phones and radios seem to be wiped out."

"Twenty years ago, all you could use was a landline."

Everyone has it now, of course, but when I was a kid, cell phones weren't popular yet.

"If the police car radio doesn't work, we're on our way to school, as planned."

So it was time for us to start moving again.

From Mac to the nearest shelter that is your destination, Brooke Third Middle School, you just have to go straight down the street. It is a route that is so easy to understand that there is no way to get lost, but I don't know when or where the zombies will come from.

For one thing, I don't see a zombie shadow on the promising street, so I decided to keep going...

"Shit, there's a couple of people around the corner from that signal"

Pretty far-sighted, but I did see multiple figures.

Those shadows are not wacky walking with a clear destination, but they are really dull, as if they embody the word. Its irregular and pointless movement does not make me feel anything at all intelligent.

So there's no chance of a survivor like us.

"So, do you want to go into the back road from here?

"Oh, let's do that"

"Don't go in the back. I don't remember the neighborhood in detail either."

To avoid the zombies on the main street, we finally decided to take the residential block as a detour.

Again, it's really quiet stuff. It's just time to commute to school, but instead of people's voices, I can't even hear the car.

"-!?

That's why I notice trivial noises and groans, too, instantly.

When I stop without a voice, Amy and the rest stop perfectly. I don't make a fuss about "what" one way or the other, and I don't utter a word, but the tingling tension comes through.

There you go. There you go. There you go.

When I heard a little noise, I looked softly in that direction and confirmed it.

One home, I guess small rich, not so much a mansion, but there were more than ten zombies hovering around a large single-family house up to the third floor in a large garden. There will also be a few on the back, as they roam around the house, surrounding the sprinkled brick walls.

If we keep popping up, it's obvious they'll find us.

"What do we do, go further around?

"But there was a zombie over there earlier, wasn't there?"

"Hmm, this might not be obvious unless you think it through somewhere."

Every time you cross a residential crossroads, look left or right, it's chilling to see a zombie in the distance. There are definitely a number of zombies wandering around here in the residential neighborhood.

Roddy's right, it does have limits even if we keep bypassing the zombie eyes avoiding them like this. Already, we keep going further and hardly moving forward.

"All right, let's think this through, shall we?"

Get ready, I'll take the item that Alice prepared for me out of my pocket, part one.

Sole is a firecracker. There is no philosophy whatsoever, it is just a toy that can be played with a bee and a soft noise if lit.

This is a dish I borrowed from the fireworks section of ABC Drug.

"Throw him and draw their attention"

"You're wacky to cross that gap."

"Hey, I don't suppose the zombies are coming in from all over the place, huh?

Andy's concerns are best. We still don't know how good the zombies are with their ears. It turns out from Alice's observations that they do respond to sound as well, that is, hearing is functioning.

The question is, in addition to the good ears, if you hear the sound, how long will they come together showing interest?

If there is something right around the corner that sounds as loud as a firecracker, the zombies will certainly react. Maybe he won't have to check if it's prey, and suddenly he'll fly away.

But a zombie who hears firecrackers from afar is unknown to what extent they react. If it responds to the slightest noise in the distance, the zombies should be running around the city very busy by now.

We, living humans, kill our breath and hide, and even if this city turns into a ghost town, it just happens naturally. And if they're going to react to any sound, they're going to look around to attack the animals, the bugs, even the trees that shake with the wind.

But they don't show interest in some of the noise, and they just croak around looking for their prey for no reason.

"Well, you'll be fine"

I mean, that's the conclusion.

Throwing firecrackers shouldn't mean that all the surrounding zombies arrive at the same time.

Is that true?

Doubtful Andy, but yeah, even I really doubt it.

Because zombies are originally human, there is a natural possibility that they are not interested in the sound of nature and are clearly discerning the kind of sound that occurs for man-made reasons.

If so, you might react strongly to firecrackers to attract more zombies than you can imagine...

"Let's go."

Things are a try. Besides, if firecrackers work well, I can continue to rely on them as pretty effective items. The danger is completely undeniable, but worth a try.

With that wax, I threw the firecrackers on fire as much as I wanted.

The firecracker, which flew away with a large parabola, landed on a very ordinary private house, just across the street from the house being besieged. Shortly afterwards, a bee and a shitty noise echoed into a quiet residential area.

"Aaaah!"

"Woaaa!!

As played, the zombie turns simultaneously to the sound of the firecrackers and runs out in one glance with that crazy scream.

They thought they were surrounding the house, and they came to the garden of a private house with firecrackers, shaking their heads violently in search of their prey.

"What do you say?

"This way is fine"

"It's all right back there, the zombies aren't here"

Apparently, he only attracted siege zombies who were successfully disturbed.

"Now, let's go."

Firecrackers will be over in no time, and then the zombies will be disbanded again, no matter how much they look for. It's unclear how much attention they'll be searching for sounds, but it won't mean they'll keep looking forever, like fools.

We just walked down the road with the zombies drawn to the firecrackers.

Then again, we made our way down the residential area, using firecrackers to guide the zombies we were hanging around. It wasn't going very well, it was a tortoise-like walk… Still, it came just a few moments to the destination.

And that's where I first sense the anomaly.

"... don't stink"

Unexpectedly, a strange odor poking his nose.

I'm not sensitive to smells, I'm not wacky, and I don't have a stunt that smells all kinds of smells like dogs.

But I knew immediately what this smelled like. I just smelled it recently.

"It stinks of blood."

"Ugh, I knew it, right, Colle?"

Obviously frowning, Amy gives her consent. The expression of disgust would come to mind not because of the harshness of the smell itself, but because I imagined a misery in which the smell of blood drifted so much.

"Hey, isn't this supposed to suck at school?

I don't even have to think about it, it's decided to suck.

We're not surrounded by visibly worn corpses. This smell of blood has drifted in the wind.

"If the shelter was attacked, a significant number would have been sacrificed"

"Oh my worst imagination...... but that's why I want to be sure with this eye"

Return here and you will only return to uncertain anxiety. If this is the worst situation you can think of, then make sure it's clear.

Already be prepared for danger. I only have a bad feeling about it, but still, no one was against going to see the shelter school.

All of us will soon regret that decision.

Fortunately, we arrived safely at Brook III Middle School in our destination. Through the residential neighborhood and out on the surface street again, there were no zombies around.

We were able to get a closer look at the quiet, unpopular school.

And that was hell more than I ever imagined.

"How many people have died..."

The ground was a sea of literal blood. I smashed it in large quantities on purpose, so much so that, I think, the ground is red, rather than the traces of dos black and dry blood spread greatly over time.

I just want to think that this isn't blood, it's just paint, but the smell of poking this nose and, most importantly, the fact that there are several mutilated carcasses rolling around helplessly leaves me with no choice but to take the blood pond hell in front of me as a reality thing.

The number of bodies dumped like garbage is too high, and even the limbs and movements are mostly pulled a thousand apart. It is also difficult to count the bodies accurately one by one.

In boulders, if the corpse is damaged even there, will it not come back as a zombie?

"Hey, dude, you know this place can't work anymore... let's just go back"

Turning to Amy and Roddy, who lose words, Andy says first.

It is obvious that this shelter is not fully functional. And I don't really care to go inside swallowing and find out in advance of all this misery.

Even this view, such as the traces of the Holocaust that spread on one side of the ground, does not give rise to a sense of reality because the shock is too great. However, if we observe it closely in close proximity, we will feel it even in response.

Now I don't dare to go and take such a mental shock myself.

"Right, it's dangerous here"

Now the large group of zombies is nowhere to be seen and is thought to have scattered around them. But if they push it over in large numbers, they'll be responsible for such a tragedy in no time, even though they're familiar sights in zombie movies etc...... what, something catches on.

"Hey, has anyone in here ever seen this kind of development in a zombie movie?

"Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden, you"

I can look Andy in the eye, who sees the sight of being too shocked to suspect he's gone crazy.

"Uh... I remember seeing a story about a shelter being attacked in something."

Amy answered the discipline with a slight pull.

I feel the same way. I don't know the title of the piece, but I remember seeing it unfold like a bunch of people's shelters being attacked, corners, caged castles where idiots were ukkali, zombies being invited in and the Great Counsellor, etc.

"So, in that case, is it going to be so bad?

"Well, you will"

"A lot of people die, that's the same thing."

Indeed, it has become the same in the world of fiction and in this reality that many people there will lose their lives. But calm down, if you look closely, you obviously don't think something's wrong.

"Whatever it is, isn't the damage to the body too intense?

Without being a zombie, he's rolling around as a corpse. That is, it is all the carcasses scattered around this ground that are so badly hurt or torn apart that they cannot even come back to life.

Is it possible that a zombie who rarely stabs, bites, or has only as much way of attacking the murder weapon in his hand can tear the body apart so hard to this point?

"It feels more like a T-Rex attack than a zombie attack."

"Ha, silly, you're telling me this wasn't the zombie movie world, it was Jurassic Land."

"Even I don't really think dinosaurs have attacked me... maybe there are more frenetic monsters out there than zombies"

"... Sure, if you look closely, some of the bodies have scars like they were torn with big nails"

"Monster, huh? I hate to believe it, but maybe it's not an impossible story."

Even if zombies are the only ones that suck, and even more frenetic monsters show up, it's not very, but it's out of hand.

Hopefully, I just want it to be speculation too, but if Colle was all zombie work, that would also mean zombies with enough power to easily tear the body apart, so either way, what this ground tragedy shows is nothing but despair.

"Anyway, let's go back now -"

It's also bad to be talking too long. Earlier we turned our heels back quietly.

"Vuo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

All of a sudden, the ambition of the zombies came from right around the corner.

"Where..."

I look around in a hurry, but I don't see that. Somewhere, in the shadow of the house, or even at the end of the corner of the road, I guess.

The fact that we can't find who this one is means that we haven't found this one yet, either.

Killing our breath and paying attention to our footsteps, we move a little further away from the direction we heard voices anyway.

"Huh!? Hide!"

I saw the Lord of the Voice and the Zombie wandering out from across the road.

Once we dive into the concrete block enclosure surrounding the nearby apartment parking lot.

My eyes aren't right, and this should have hidden me well.

I observe the zombies appearing from a gap like an empty pattern on the wall of the block. If you keep walking away from us, everything will be settled...

"What, he... what are you doing"

He's a zombie in a suit, a round, fat middle-aged man. Soitz suddenly rolled with Goron on the spot, as he said he was already tired of walking.

Sleeping in the middle of the driveway, relaxing, doesn't look wacky. He's got his face close to licking the ground - no way, he's smelling it!?

"BOGO! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

With a hog-like roar, the zombie suddenly moved out in a four-legged outfit, obsessed with fugafuga and sticking his nose tip to a stiff asphalt road surface.

He's heading straight for the parking lot where we're hiding, without getting lost.

"Shit, he's after us because he stinks!

"Oh, no!?

"Whoa, whoa, you're lying, that doesn't mean you were hiding - whoa!?

With a rough exhale and roar, the zombies were approaching right there.

There's no more sense in being visually hidden lurking than being traced by the smell. As we roll in, we get out of the parking lot and run down the road at a glance.

"Boogie!"

Shit, a round, fat, typical metabolic shape. You run pretty fast. He's finally caught us in sight, and he's getting up on his legs and starting to walk all he can. It's not fast enough to catch up quickly, but it's not too late enough to get smashed as-is.

Even if the terrain of the residential neighborhood was used to sprinkle it successfully, if he had a sense of smell, he would be tracked immediately. And if we go straight back to the condo in the base... is it best to end it here?

"Ah, seniors!?

"Don't stop, go! I'll chase him as soon as I defeat him!

I never stopped to intent, put up a fire axe and shouted.

I'm not trying to be a noble sacrifice. What the hell are the zombies after yet? If you just take one shot, it won't take many seconds.

"Come on, call me, you pig!

"Buchyyyyy!!

Metabozombi jumps directly from the front as he makes a deafening scream. If you look at him face to face like this, his nose was really shaped to crumble like a pig. Hard to believe he looked like this from the beginning.

Will zombiing also make such disgusting changes?

I swung the axe down at all costs, without any strays, as I saw the possibility of a nasty zombie in front of me.

"Buggy!?

Zudon, hit the neck like a snapper. He was just fat and his wild fat neck wouldn't cut him off with a single blow, but the blade ate him up to more than half.

Pull out the blade with the fire axe slaughter around your neck and the momentum as it falls to the side.

In a flashy bloodsplash, I turned to a pig-faced zombie screaming at Buhibhi and gave him a blow from Todome.

"Ha... ha... the second time, I got a little used to it"

This is the second zombie I've got in my hand. I killed another one, so I don't care how many more people I kill, is it dangerous thinking?

No, I don't have a choice. Previously, and this time. In the first place, in a situation like this, then self-defense would be established all the time.

With that excuse in mind, I turn back my heels to chase after everyone,

"Senior!"

"Stupid, Amy, why are we stopping till you!

"Fine, it's this way! Because the others are already starting to get together!

Grab my hand and run out with or without it, Amy.

Then I started hearing zombie ambition from all over.

Did we make too much noise, or was the pig face calling for company? Either way, from this feeling, it seems certain that zombies are rushing this way from all over.

"Damn!

Running out in a hurry, the zombies soon appeared.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Running me and Amy are completely in sight, and every zombie is fierce and crazy. From what I saw, most of the guys were bare hands, occasionally iron pipes did wood branches, mixed with grabbing things that were going to be weapons.

The zombies that pop out of there are all young and old, but because of the middle school right there, the guy in student clothes quickly caught my eye.

But if you become a zombie, adults and children have nothing to do with it. All of them, as if me and Amy were also parents' enemies, come after me with an angry scream and a straight, all-powerful walk.

"Ha... Ha..."

Damn, not good. Still, the zombies, they have quite a stamina.

Fortunately, zombies can only seem to run at speeds that fit within normal human range, but they keep running fine, even with so much screaming.

Me and Amy are pretty confident about how fast our legs are, so although we won't be caught up yet, if we go all the way, our breath will come up early. Surely the limit within which humans can run at all costs is 400 meters? Alice said so.

Even if you run through 400 meters desperately like this, there's no way ahead. Of course, it's impossible for me and Amy to intercept each other, as nearly fifty zombies are gathering just from a glance.

Whether to hold them off somewhere, hide, or even a means to exhaust the grid...... damn it, run so best you can come up with a one-shot reversal!

"Senior, it's this way! Climb over there!

Amy shows a private house. In this residential neighborhood, it is a normal single family home with no such weird philosophy as it is everywhere.

But she only chose it on purpose, and the house was in the best possible condition.

"Do it!"

Along with a sharp hanging voice, Amy jumped and climbed a wall less than two meters high. Climbing there, jump further over the storeroom.

"Senior!"

"It's okay, I'm following you"

If we climb this far, we'll know what Amy's intentions are.

We flew out of the storeroom to the private house and up to the roof upstairs.

"I think we'll be able to get to the roof."

That's how we run from the road onto the roof of the residential area as a new escape route.

"Veeaaaaaa!"

"Aaah!!

Like thieves or ninjas, running on the roof barks at us, reaching all over our eyes, even though the zombies can't possibly reach us, jumping next door and flying away.

As it turns out when they first got attacked on Mac, they can't even tell that they're going around. So he couldn't seem to act either, passing on the scaffolding and climbing on the roof.

If you're just on the fence, you can reach it and sometimes climb it, but if you use more than one other scaffold, you don't seem to know the right way to go.

Even in the first private house we climbed, the guy who climbed the fence was there, but there were quite a few guys who could have climbed up to the storeroom. From there, furthermore, there were considerably fewer guys who could follow me to the roof of the house.

"Shit, you're following about three people."

Once you climb, the rest is the original chase. The action of flying to the neighboring private house with a full dash seems to be possible even for zombies there. But even his judgment seemed so lacking that he clearly stepped in and jumped at the critical point, and even though it wasn't a great deal of width, there were idiots who fell short of flying distance.

In the end, there were about three guys who were right behind us.

"If that's about it -"

"Oh, do it"

If you're on the roof, you don't have to worry about someone else calling you from the side. Although there is a difference in numbers from three to two, Amy and I will be able to deal with it adequately.

"Keaaaaaaaaa!"

"Ask for a second one - orah!!

For the third time, I totally grabbed the guidelines. Reaching straight from the front and grabbing me, towards the running shirt man zombie, I swing the fire axe in full at the perfect time.

The axe is just meat to the side head. Home run class is affordable. The zombie, completely cracked in the head, now stops one shot.

But because of the full swing without any help, I can't get back on track right away. No way can you throw down an axe, an important weapon, just like a bat unleashed by a hit batter.

While twisting your body, pulling out the axe that gutted you into your head takes the time it deserves - and there's no way a zombie can wait for you to do that for a long time. There's another zombie right behind the zombie I took down.

"Wow, wow, wow."

"Ha!!

So I left the second one to Amy.

Her long legs kick hard at the zombie jumping right at me full of gaps after the attack.

The momentum of the all-powerful disease would have been combined, and quite a shock would have struck that body.

"Ohh!"

A zombie who can't keep an upright position or anything and falls on the roof. He's also not responding to being passive, so he's hitting his head hard, but he's not yawdy enough to die for it.

But I don't know if it hurts or if my consciousness is flying, but I don't seem to be well enough to get up immediately. Roaring, he is squatting to wake up his body slowly. This is a great opportunity to stab Todome.

"... sorry"

Amy's little crush, I thought I heard it.

With the voice of temper, the vivid dull sound of beating meat echoes in your ears. The zombie's head was cracked open by an axe that Amy shook down.

The zombie she defeated was a boy in student clothes. As a result, I can only say that I was unhappy when it came to putting my hands on my child, but I do not have time to rush through words of comfort.

"You - it's the last one!

Amy followed me, so it's my turn next. I still return the third zombie, who ran in slightly late, by the same procedure.

Amy, are you okay?

"Yes, it's okay, I have seniors... let's go"

In her eyes, there were no marks of tears. Yeah, he's really, really strong. Under these circumstances, I thought it was really good to be with Amy, would I be disqualified?

I'm sorry, but honestly, it's cool for me right now, protecting women and showing them off, I can't speak any fancy language. I doubt I can even protect myself, Zombie Hell. If you have a partner you can count on, you're welcome to raise your hand.

"It's good to have you. If I was alone, I'd be dead."

"That kind of thing, say it when you get away properly - but thank you"

Amy's smile was glowing when she said this was the time.

In the meantime, the fact that there's no longer a guy to track down to the top of the roof makes me feel somewhat more spared. Finally, he has also stopped his desperate all-powerful illness and dropped to the pace of running in a marathon.

The number of zombies coming after us is also visibly decreasing as we flee following the roofing for a while.

"Less chasers... where, here"

"Maybe it's better that way."

Anyway, because I've been running only by the judgment criteria of being able to get through on the roof or a place where it's possible to go up and down smoothly, I can't figure out my way back to the base apartment.

"Want to check the map too?

"In this state?

No matter how much tracking has slowed down, there are still zombies around who reach out to us on the roof, saying Wooer. Not really, I don't even seem to have time to relax and check my position.

"I'd like to evacuate indoors once."

"Well, uh... how about the apartment over there?

"Whoa, there's a roof and an emergency staircase in a good position. It's going to fly away."

What Amy has discovered for us is a condominium similar to our base apartment. If there aren't a ton of zombies waiting in there, they're going to calm down for now.

For one thing, I thought I could take a break from this life-sustaining chase, too, that's when.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

A high-powered cry echoed. Soon, I wonder, the Lord of the Voice will show up.

Yes, zombies shouldn't be able to climb up, on the roof.

"Oh, my God, he..."

"Shh, seniors...... that zombie, with great momentum, didn't he climb?

Apparently, it's not an illusion in my eyes.

Soitz is a female zombie dressed in a ruffled outfit like she does in yoga. Amy was right, I, too, looked like he was climbing up to the roof. It's also easy with leopards so that monkeys can climb trees.

Shit, he's... he's the type of zombie who can climb high. It's also much better at climbing than humans.

"The one who can climb (climber)? But if they're all the same..."

"Kiyeyeeeeeee!"

"Yea! Yea!

Similar oddities appeared, and more of them climbed up on the roof.

Two, three... No, at the edge of my sight, I still saw about two guys who were starting to climb into private houses so I could be drawn to my voice.

"Damn, we're running, Amy! If we stay here, we'll be surrounded!

"Yes!"

To intercept, there's a bit of a high number. Besides, the placement of the guys who climbed up isn't very good either.

The good thing is, three or four bodies would be the limit to repel by the earlier procedure. It also has the premise that the opponent is in a better line.

If we deal with more than three, if any of them are in a position to attack from behind, we lose. Even if you win, you're extremely likely to get hurt.

Fortunately, because you're in the way of climbing, that climber zombies don't have weapons, and that the speed of running is still about normal?

But it's hard to sprinkle them. A rooftop without a shield is also a vendetta. Or if you go down on the ground, the normal zombies are also rolling.

"Ha... ha... damn"

Somewhere, the perfect place to intercept or where you can escape. Isn't it somewhere?

"Senior, forward!

"Oh, shit!

There was no end to the roof. At least, as far as I can jump over with a running range, I don't have a house next door.

I think I just came to the house facing a two-lane road. There would have been more different routes...... no, is this also the result of being cornered by climbers?

"Duh, what do you do...?

Amy's gaze. Couldn't answer instantly.

Within dozens of seconds, both climbers catch up. But I just got off the roof of the house here, and the zombies are still waiting.

Do we have to fight...

"Kiaaaaaaa!!

The next moment I almost decided to be ready, more climbers appear on the roof. After all, is the same species attracted to that tall voice?

Four, five... If you noticed, nearly ten of them were joining the group after us.

No. Whatever it takes, you can't cut that number in front of them!

"We're going down!

"What, but where..."

I just got off, where are we going to escape? Yeah, that's what I want to tell you.

"There! The door's open!

"Copy that!

As a result of desperate search, it happened to be in the building facing the road that the door was left open.

Anywhere else at this time. Whatever it is, we need a wall that separates that climber group now.

"We're gonna break through the road, we're gonna be ready, Amy!

"Yes, Senior!!

Welcome us off the roof, the zombies on the ground. He always stares at us like we're his parents' enemies with crazy red eyes.

Damn, damn, damn, what's this - life crisis, fear and irrationality and all sorts of emotions are going to swirl too much, and I'm going crazy too.

"Get out of my way. Yeah!

So, screaming like crazy, I shook up my axe and ran into a road where the zombies would get stuck.

"Ha... ha..."

In a rough breath, I slowly lowered my back over the belt conveyor. Next door, there's Amy sitting around with a tired face, just like me.

In the meantime, the evacuation to the door I found was successful. Fortunately, this door is made of iron that looks sturdy and is unlikely to be broken by bare-handed zombies knocking on guns. Looks like the climbers who came after us lost sight of him running indoors. Maybe he's waiting silently in front of the door, but now he's not even willing to be sure.

This isn't a private house, it seems to be a lumber processing factory. Built in combination with a workshop and warehouse, there are working machines such as belt conveyors that are used as chairs, and bundled corners and plates are narrowly stacked.

It's much smaller than the Emroad factory I work for, it's a small, medium and small factory like a few employees do, but it's well built, so it doesn't seem like the walls will tear and the zombies will fall into an avalanche. Since it was not even that wide, I could quickly confirm that there were no zombies inside if I looked over.

A first safety zone...... but the perimeter seems to be completely besieged and no escape route is found anywhere.

There's just the door we ran in and the other big shutters that allow trucks to get in and out. In essence, this building is a warehouse.

However, there were other things that shocked me the most.

"... seniors, let's make allowance for the wounds"

"Oh yeah......"

Both me and Amy were injured as a result of forcing a zombie through a blocked road. I mean, a zombie bit me.

Especially when I ran the lead. I'm more scratched than Amy. Damn it, guys, relentlessly bite people's arms with gab gabs.

I waved my arms forcefully and blew up the zombies, and I managed to make a breakthrough, but thanks to you, my arms are bloody. My left arm got a little chopped up.

"Sorry, I can only do first aid"

"There's just disinfection and bandages, it would be superior"

Among the belongings are disinfectants, bandages and various medicines borrowed from the drugstore. I'm going to venture into a hell of a town full of zombies, and I don't care what kind of idiot you are ready for.

Well, out of a few products, Alice was the one who carefully selected the best things.

"Senior, are you okay?

"It's a scratch, I don't care."

"If you say it in tears, it's not convincing."

Damn, even a big man seeps into tears when he puts disinfectant on a wound like this.

"Better than that, you have to make allowance, too."

"Right, then... can I ask you a favor, please?

Amy giving away her arm in embarrassment for some reason. A slightly maiden expression is a painful bloodstain and bite wound that floats on lustrous brown skin on the back.

For once, I also have about the basics and experience of allowances. The procedure was completed quickly, with no particular problems.

"Um, seniors... shoulders, okay"

It was dangerous then. In the middle of the road, Amy had been grabbed from behind by a woman climber who had caught up with her and was biting her shoulder.

I was totally caught and thought it was over... but she instantly took off the restraint and flashed her hand axe without turning around. As I turned one turn and turned forward, I started running instantly again. Had it taken two more seconds, the followers would have grabbed it and packed it completely, too.

Despite the critical situation, Amy bursting a sober superplay is probably far above me in terms of simple martial arts experience, moves.

After I graduated from high school and got a job at Emroad, it was the muscle trap that kept me going, but I stopped fighting altogether. But Amy, as a police officer, must have kept polishing her moves.

I didn't know the move was going to shine in this situation... but if you don't say you're unhappy, you can't do it.

Anyway, even with skills like masters, injuries can be inevitable.

"Oh, blood doesn't seem to be seeping, but you should keep allowances."

"Yes, then..."

When I say that, Amy takes off her jacket, most importantly. The pale blue blouse is quickly unbuttoned and the seductive brown flesh is exposed.

You didn't have time to stop it, or you weren't willing to stop it from me. For a moment, I was stunned. I'm not unconscious. I'm so excited!

"What, you know, backwards and well?

"Take a good look, seniors"

Are you serious about that, or are you inviting me? Me out of sight with all my might.

I should have known I was just going to allowance, but her appearance as a single bra is too fancy. Don and I wrap our big, tense breasts protruding, making sure our eyes are not drawn to the deep brown valley made by the black brassiere. Good luck lowering your gaze, but now there's a tight, creased hipster with thin abs floating around - yuck, wait, come on. Give me a hand with my reason, Alice, my dad.

"... if it's as scratchy as this, just disinfect it and medicate it. Sounds fine"

Well, no matter how attractive a woman is, she has a wife and children, and I, a good grown man, won't even go to the wax of being seduced by porn alone. There's also Amy's trust.

If you tighten your mind and look seriously at the shoulder wound, it's just thin and red, not a big scratch. I wasn't bleeding, and I could confirm that it wasn't as injurious as it needed to be treated in particular.

"Really?"

"Oh, so do the rest yourself. Or get dressed quickly."

"... I don't like it"

Amy popped into my chest all of a sudden as the word of denial arrived.

"Oh, hey, what, Amy!?

All of a sudden, my voice turned a bit upside down, pitifully, because I was embraced in such an outfit. Even if I'm married and have kids, I'm never a wacko used to women.

"Senior, I like it. So, here and now, hold me."

"Haaaa!?

Outrageous place, outrageous outfit and utter outrageous things.

"Oh, relax, Amy, what are you talking about, I mean, do you know what you're talking about?

"I'm still a virgin."

I'm already saying the zombie virus has turned its head or it's pretty fucked up, you!

"So... yet, within being human, I..."

Oh, shit, I'm the one who's saying stupid things. Let me put it this far, because I finally realize how she feels.

"Amy, it's okay, calm down, she's bitten, she's not gonna be a zombie"

"But I don't know about more than three days, do you..."

Indeed, it has been proven from the store manager's appearance that zombie bites do not immediately zombiize. I'm pretty sure he's safe after three days, and if that wound looks like it, he's more likely to heal completely as it is. At least, I'm assuming Alice will, and I believe that, too.

But if I have to be bitten by a zombie, I can't be very fine with just reasoning that I still don't have certainty about.

I don't doubt Alice, but I also thought the moment they bit me in the middle of the road, I was already dead. I managed to get this far, but honestly, I'm not worried about when I'm going to be a zombie.

Any Astorian would see a zombie movie once. I can imagine being a zombie if it bites me even once, too clearly.

"So, please, seniors! Within the moment... if I, a senior..."

"Stop it, Amy. Don't get fucked."

As one man, I am greatly driven by the urge to hold her here.

A sense of despair bitten by a zombie in a pushed extreme situation. If a woman forces you to do so at that time, you won't have a choice but to want to escape to temporary pleasure. Well, they're Amy, who's become the kind of beauty everyone can swing at.

"... sorry, I knew you couldn't do it with me"

"Amy, you're beautiful, and you're such a charming woman. But I love my wife and more importantly, I love Alice."

It's just that my love for my family supports and inspires me.

If I had stayed single, I would have pushed Amy down on this occasion, and at the same time, I might have given up living and fighting sooner than this.

"I will surely return to Alice alive. So you're coming home with me."

"But I..."

"It's okay, don't worry. If you're freaking out and you can't move anymore, I'll carry you."

"Yes, that's fine, if it's enough to be such a leg wrap, leave me alone"

"You're not abandoning a cute junior. Besides, we've come all the way to hell together. If you don't make it along the way, then I'll die with you."

Family matters more than anything. But when I see Amy, who starts flirting with me, I want to help her with everything. I'm ready to fall together, and I'm going to protect Amy.

"Well, then, just one thing, can you promise me"

"What?"

"If I can go home safely like this, when I'm going to be a zombie with a bite and I have to leave... will the seniors come with me"

"If you suck, naturally, I'll suck, too. Oh, let's get out of here together."

"And then, all the time, will you stay with me"

"At that time, I'm breaking up with my crying family. If you stay with me, the fear of becoming a zombie is going to be forgotten... because I hope you handcuffed me so that I wouldn't leave if I were a zombie"

"Hehe, that's good, that- well, seniors, that's a promise."

"Oh, it's a promise"

If this distracts you at all from your fear of death, it's cheap.

No, Amy is a strong woman. This is just an excuse, and there's really no such thing as my bad encouragement, so I would have stood up on my own.

"Look, Amy, let's just think about going home first. And as long as we stay sane, we will fight it with all our might... and give it up at the end of the day."

"Yes, seniors"

Amy's smile played dazzling. Apparently, the panic has already subsided.

Now I feel safe, it should be...

"By the way, when are you gonna get dressed?"

"Hmm, a little more, just like this. Because I feel like being sweet right now."

"Ha ha, don't let your wife kill you if she sees you here..."

I kept embracing Amy half naked for a while as she was being flushed, freezing my spine into an imagination that was worse than the zombies coming into an avalanche.

Hey, this isn't gonna be an affair, is it?

Ohhhh! and the howl of the dog, it still rings out tonight. Has the dog gone completely wild, too, all the way from the day of the anomaly, and I feel the howl is getting better.

The chickens are cooking doo-doo-doo-doo! and even felt that their howling was signaling the night book descending, as it taught them the morning visit.

And hearing the sole means it's totally night.

"... it's quiet outside"

Perfectly stuck to his shoulder, Amy leaking pompously as he sat up to lean against him. Just in case, I'm already wearing clothes.

"Right."

"Did you give up on us?"

"I don't know. Just grown up and may still remain under siege."

After being driven to this lumber factory, we decided to wait for the moment, diving our breath.

Throughout the day, the roaring voices of the zombies cringed from all sides, but with the night's visit, they became quiet as they slept. All I hear is howling and now I even feel like I'm back in a really quiet residential neighborhood.

But at night, it has already been found that zombies are not sleeping waxes. While caged in the apartment, every night, just in case, the watch took turns. At that time, I and everyone have witnessed the shadow of the road at midnight.

Perhaps it will be somewhat quieter than day, but the night is definitely not a safe wax. Regardless, it would be dangerous to walk all over town in complete darkness with no zombies left.

"In the meantime, let's stay this way tonight and reveal the night"

"What will you do in the morning?

"For one thing, you're looking good. In the morning, if they're going to make another scene, proof that they haven't given up on us... if we're going to break through by force, we should wait for the next night."

"Well, water and food will be fine for a day or so."

In view of the danger of distress, we also bring some food along with medicines. Famous calorie blocks that can provide the nutrients you need in a day. Amy's is cocoa flavored, by the way.

"If you decide so, do you want to go to bed ready for tomorrow"

"Can the watch be alternated for two hours?

"Oh, you can sleep first."

"May I have your knee pillow?

"... that's good"

"Shit, no good night."

Do you still feel like sweetening, my big, not even soft, muscular thigh on the pillow, and Amy went into a sleep position.

I have an impromptu mattress on the floor with a packing sheet so that I can sleep properly in a place like this. He said he rounded up the pussy and made pillows, but all of a sudden my workmanship was wasted.

I don't even think about sleeping on Amy's knee pillow.

No, really, more than that, I'm going to be lagging back when they suspect me of cheating, and I really want you to give me a break about this.

"Sooo."

Without even knowing my mind, Amy began to rest in peace. Exposing yourself to swallowing sleep, you're defenseless. Be a little more vigilant. You haven't made progress in these places since you were in high school.

……

Listening only to a quiet sleep, I point my nerves in a warehouse in the dark. Again, the surroundings are quiet, and instead of the zombie groans, I can't even feel signs of walking.

Jiggling in the dark like this, it's something that's going to make me sleepy right away, but it annoys my heart, like fear and anxiety wrapping around my chest. Can I go home to Alice safely? If I die, what happens to Alice? Is my wife really, still alive... that way, how much time has passed?

"Wow!!

"Huh!?

It rang out unexpectedly, by loud screams, and I looked up as if I had been played. It's dark, so I don't see anything where I put my face up, but I kind of know the direction.

Again, even at night, there seems to be a healthy zombie. But now the voice is a little different from their screaming, it also sounded like a beast squealing...

"VOOOOOOOOOO!!

Closer than just now, surely closer to here, the beastly voice is rising.

Based on this sound, are you already on the two-lane road in front of this warehouse?

"... seniors"

"Wake up, Amy. Somehow, there's a guy nearby who's gonna suck."

"Looks like it."

While we were vigilant so that we could move at any time, we killed our breath and prayed that the Lord of the Voice would keep us from doing anything.

Oh, speaking of which, the world has become so much because of the evil gods staring at it. Because our crucifix god can't reach him with his faithful prayers.

"Vuo, grrrrr......"

A rough beast's breath sounded over the shutter.

"Oh no, they're coming."

Gunn! And the intense shock sound rocks the warehouse, as it undoes my crush. It's as if a brake and an automobile that trampled on the accelerator came in, and with that momentum, something hit the shutter.

"Hiha! What, what is it, alle!?

"You know what, dammit, shit, I'm gonna stick you in this!

The bastard outside gets more and more distorted and deformed by the shutter every time he repeated cancer, cancer, and a relentless body hit.

Is it first that you can break into the gap down there, or is it first that you can break it?

"WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

With a groaning ear, the shutter finally breaks. No, is it right that it was torn?

A knife-like nail grew out of the shutter and burst to the left and right. Even though it was made of stainless steel, it was slightly chopped as if it were even broken on paper.

The feeling of tremendous power, with a fierce roar, convinces me, helplessly, to look at the guy who's been riding into the warehouse.

"He's a werewolf..."

It was not a metaphor or anything, but a look that I could only call yes.

Big mouth lined with sharp fangs, pointy ears above. I don't like the fact that the face of the wolf itself is a real head, not an elaborate subject, even if I have to see it in front of me.

His head is a wolf, his whole body is covered in gray fur, but his body is nevertheless a bipedal human form. Even I have enough back lengths to look up, like a big man with muscular bones.

The arms are muscular, thick as a round too, and furthermore the hands are lined with sharp nails that cut shutters easily.

I can't beat him. At a glance, intuition, I realize I can't beat him.

One-on-one, even with a weapon, doesn't make it a very battle. Because I'm just a human being, and he's a real monster.

"Avoid it!

That was the best I could do because I screamed and jumped to the side of my head.

"Ugh!?

Me and Amy each roll left and right to barely escape the werewolf who jumped at us. A swinging down nail cleaves the impromptu mattress instead of the bunk and scatters the wreckage - and by that moment, he's already starting to move!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Aim at me and come straight at me with great speed. What to do, I didn't have time to think about it, I was swinging a full fire axe in my hand.

"- There is!!

And if you notice, the heavens and the earth are flipped.

Dull pain and hot back. Oh, shit, did I get blown away?

I couldn't catch his movements completely with my eyes. Did you get punched, or did you get tacked? I don't know, I mean I lost the power of a werewolf before.

Damn, I was pretty confident in my arm strength...

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"Ugh, guh, shit..."

How dare you exhale roughly into a bloody vicious glance in a wind such as a hungry wolf? Do I look like a mere prey when I'm rolled unnecessarily?

When I regained my slightly hazy consciousness with the blown shock and tried to get my body up to move, the werewolf jumped at me again at a fast pace.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuu!!

It doesn't come true to prevent or avoid it, it comes at me with a big mouth open, I get his fangs. On top of the sharp, big fangs relentlessly feed into my left shoulder.

Ouch, I don't know.

The fear of being eaten by one's own body is likely to make one think of nothing.

But the thought that if they cut a thousand bitten shoulders like this would surely result in a fatal injury ended up in a corner of my head, and at least as a resistance, I grabbed him with both arms to hold the head of the eaten one.

No, it would only be an evil ascension at the end of the panic, rather than resistance.

"Damn... Ugh..."

Whether you're savoring the flesh or loathing my restraints, the werewolf roars and shakes his head hard. In shame, the gutted shoulders of the fangs are already rattled, and every time they burst, the pain rushes through so much that they seem to pass out.

No, this won't take many more seconds.

Pa!

and the sound of dryness there echoed loudly in the warehouse.

I don't know, it just kept ringing.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The werewolf raised his voice like he was angry, abandoning me and turning around.

"Amy, or..."

At the end of his gaze, there was Amy holding a pistol with both hands. Somehow, it's like a scene in a movie, and it's tear-free. Cool, what a dumb feeling all comes to mind.

But Amy's not just a wacko with a cool gun on, she's already, she's firing.

That's a good decision. It's only reckless to confront such a monstrous opponent with a blade alone. Now is the time to use a weapon that is only allowed to the police and army: a gun.

But as far as the werewolves are concerned, I don't see much I've heard.

I see blood seeping through some gray fur on the back of the guy pointing it at me, but it doesn't look like a fatal wound. Whether the wolf's fur is sturdy, or in the shame of thick muscle armor, or whatever, in a small caliber about a pistol held by a police officer, he doesn't seem to have enough firepower to pin him down.

"Damn it, run, Amy!

Due to the shooting, the werewolf's target has completely switched to her.

Almost at the same time I scream, he jumps to Amy with great speed. But apparently, her agility is more than mine, and I let her dodge it well.

Seriously, his physical abilities are amazing.

But even more quickly than lacking the means to defeat werewolves, they are pushed. Even Amy will always be critical to dodging, and it's not weird if she gets eaten at the next moment.

I should join you soon, but where I challenged him with an axe here, I can't figure it out... Damn, I can barely move my left arm because of the deep bite on my left shoulder. Full of firefighting axes, it would be difficult to wield.

It doesn't make sense to stick around like this.

It doesn't make more sense, like running away from this place with Amy.

I don't know what to do - I didn't even have to think about it anymore.

"I didn't know it would really be his turn..."

Fish your pockets and take out a single key.

That's the key to moving one heavy machine here, which I got after I ran into this factory.

There will be only two types when it comes to small factories, heavy machines that also have them indoors.

One is an old-fashioned forklift for freight transport.

And the other is an innovative work machine that was developed by our Emroad Heavy Industries forty years ago and spread to the world at once.

"'Power frame', if it's him, even that werewolf can't beat it"

The power frame is a different vehicle from a car, with a box-shaped cockpit with short legs for movement as is and two large, long arms for work.

He moves two arms on bipedal foot, so for once he would be categorized as a human-shaped robot, but the gorilla would be more similar as a body shape in one way or another.

The power frame is equipped with a simpler manoeuvring system than driving a car, reflecting the movement of the operator directly into the fuselage, and is now used in factories and construction sites around the world as an all-purpose heavy machine that can be applied to a variety of tasks, in addition to carrying cargo.

I was fortunate enough to keep just one in this little lumber factory.

I've got all the power frame maneuvering licenses, including special large ones, so there's nothing wrong with moving him.

This fuselage looks like it has a season in which rust has been noticeable for a long time, and an old model called "Raver MK2," which was released twenty years ago in the first place. But since it's running on active duty, if you turn the key, it works normally.

I just didn't think a blunt power frame would help, even if I had power, because at first I was only thinking about getting out of here. As a precaution, if there were a bunch of zombies outside, I would look for and secure the keys to see if I could get rid of them... but I had no idea they would be the wings to fight these monsters.

Though two generations are a falling fuselage, it's still a better piece of equipment than standing up to that werewolf in life. Power frames, for factory workers like me, are the same with knight armor.

"You always fight, don't you?"

Get into the cockpit and let yourself stand up to the best of your ability to avoid being thwarted by the pain of the wound.

The box-shaped cockpit is simply assembled by boneless pipes, jumping up the bar instead of the door and sitting in the seat.

While setting both feet on the foot pedal, stick the key into the keyhole in the console and turn.

Cuuuuuuuuu, the human heavy machine power frame wakes up with a unique driving sound called If you look at the meter, the battery is almost full. Abnormal nasi also in each joint area. Old, but well-maintained, seems reassuring.

After checking the electrically powered battery engine's rise, I stuck my hand into a large glove-shaped device, a joystick for operating the work arm.

"Please, 'Raver MK2' - Come on, let's go, get ready, wild dog Yarrow!!

Kick in the foot pedal and rush out all at once, raising the temper's ambition.

Gashon, Gashon, and as he makes a painful noise, he penetrates relentlessly toward the werewolf chasing Amy.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

Did you see me in a steel giant and recognize me as a threat? He turned completely to this one with a crazy scream and set up a frontal confrontation.

Fine, you monster bastard from Occult, the power of robotics that Emroad Heavy Industries is proud of, taste it to the fullest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A straight right by the steel working arm, launched by the power frame, hits straight into the werewolf.

Gatsun, and the impact is transmitted to the arm. A small accident like accidentally hitting an arm in a container is a different feeling. Would it be such a reaction if even huge rubber tires were beaten to death?

"Woogaaaa!"

The werewolf, whose punch hit his torso critically, hit the wall as he flew straight and swept through the pile of cuticles.

But I roar right up and wake up my body.

I'd like to think the damage is going through, but it's definitely not as fatal. He finally glanced at me sharply and set up a thorough fight. Oh, did I piss you off?

"Senior!"

"Amy, do you still have the bullet?

"Oh, yes, but -!

"Signal, shoot me as I say!

Screaming, I march forward and flesh to the werewolf.

The opposing bastard flew straight to a foot, a giant body over two metres from the front is a powerful force that makes you honestly want to scream and escape.

Containing fear in my mood, I prepared for shock.

"Whoa whoa!?

Gunn!! and turn up the heavy metal noise and the werewolf hits the power frame.

A large cockpit is also shaken by a shock that is not strange to flip as it is, but it is nevertheless thanks to a critical, stepped foot, which somehow prevents it from falling. I move my arm, admiring myself with inner self admiration for the judgment of the amateur and the gift of great manipulation techniques that cannot be imitated.

Although the power frame is an easy-to-operate system that reflects the movement of the arm as it is, it is not capable of moving at great speeds due to the characteristics of heavy machinery. The degree to which it can be operated slightly quicker, more accurately and more precisely than the Shovelker arm.

So if it's simply a beating from the front, you're definitely overwhelmed by werewolves for lack of speed. While this one punches out, his muscle strength will beat him two or three times.

I also know roughly what this "Raver MK2" spec is. It's our own product. I know that, so I'm not going to box in on him from the start.

However, with the rigidity of the power frame, if you can restrain a werewolf, that's fine.

"Guru, ooh, gaaaaaa!

The werewolf opens his mouth and stretches his neck as he grabs the thick pipe on the body of the power frame and tries to eat it at me sitting in the cockpit.

The mouth alongside the gussies and fangs opened and closed violently, and the red tongue tip is going to reach my nose even now.

"Ugh, shut that stinking mouth!

Thanks to the werewolf not leaving the power frame and sticking directly in front of me, I succeeded in keeping him down without letting him get away.

With a long arm, like hugging a werewolf, it's strong, tight, and restrained.

All right, stay in this position, stop.

With the werewolf in custody, lock the arm motion, and I pull my arm out of the pilot's device.

All you have to do is keep coming down, but just never let them get away with it, and the werewolves finally come out hard.

"Gawwwwwwwwwww!!

The moment I tried to take off the cockpit, his vicious mouth finally reaches my body.

"Uhhhh!?

To the left arm, the wolf head eats. I can't do it very much, like fangs eating into gutters and meat and shaking them off with strength.

"Yikes, it hurts...... these stupid dogs!!

With your right hand, pull through the survival knife of the subwepon that was on your hips.

As it was, I poked the giraffed blade as far as I could into the werewolf's blood-running eyes.

"Gigaaaaaaaaaa!?

Does a servant monster also hurt if I stab him in the eye with a bustle? The tympanic membrane was so loud that it seemed to tear, it raised a scream of agony.

Thanks to you, my left arm is finally free from my fangs.

I escape to roll off the cockpit this time so as not to worry as much as possible about my left arm, which has become a mess.

"Senior!"

Standing up the gun, I go back under Amy calling me, and along the way, the thing I was looking for was rolling.

"Ha, you're not in control of hazardous materials."

It is an organic solvent that is strictly forbidden to fire. Anyway, I left it around with a can of 16L in it because it was cumbersome to get in and out.

It's a broken control system, but thanks to the troubles, we got just the right amount of firepower.

Lift the can of weight still in it for more than half, with one right hand, and throw it as far as you can. Making a ragged and soft-sounding noise, the can brilliantly rolled to the feet of a werewolf restrained by a power frame.

"Shoot the can, Amy!

"Yes, I'll shoot!

Shortly after the dry firing noise, a loud explosion sounded like the heavens and the earth had flipped over. Pushing his back into a hot blast, he collapses into his forehead without being able to indulge.

"Senior, are you okay!?

"I'm not okay, but I'm not dying..."

Thanks to Amy for holding me at the perfect time, I didn't have to fall. There's a difference between heaven and hell because I'm supposed to kiss hard ground, but I got her to take it to her big chest.

But shake off the temptation of heaven, and I'll just leave.

"We're gonna keep running."

"There's no todome in him."

"It seems impossible with a weapon in your hand, and I can't get any closer. We'll have a fire soon."

Turn around, there is a blackened power frame and a werewolf figure due to an explosion of organic solvent. I'm trying to ignite the melamera and the materials there and burn them out early.

Beyond the black smoke that began to drift, I could see the thighs and werewolves moving as I raised my low groan.

That's a hell of a toughness not to die. But it should be pretty deep. At least you won't have enough energy left to chase us.

I'm definitely anxious that I can't stab Todome and that monster stays alive... but in this situation, there's nothing more I can do.

Okay, let's go.

Me and Amy jump out of the shutter hole that the werewolf smashed into.

Fortunately, all the zombies were disbanded. Did you leave somewhere because it was night, or did you run away in fear of this werewolf?

Anyway, we started running around town in the middle of the night without anyone chasing us.