In the meantime, Yusuke pushed the bell around on the same floor of the apartment.
If there were any other residents, I'd like to get some information. I don't feel comfortable just online.
But there was no response anywhere. The key is also closed. Most people have apparently been evacuated.
In the meantime, the three adjacent rooms were unlocked.
"I'm sorry."
There is no response to the call either.
It seems deserted.
It was dark inside, and there were two pairs of women's shoes on the front door, all aligned.
Seeing it reminds me of what a resident looks like.
Sure, it was an OL called Kurose.
She was a woman with three loose braids of dark hair, glasses and a gloomy atmosphere. I've barely talked about it. If I'm wrong, I'll say hello.
After getting a little lost, he closed the door, took off his shoes and went up.
Turn on the lights and the inside will be brighter. Again, no one.
I blame the trespass, but Yusuke went inside.
Interval is the same as Yusuke's room, 1DK. The top of the table is clear and the kitchen is carefully arranged with seasonings and utensils.
Behind the kitchen I'm in, there's another room. The drawer was open and I saw a bed in the back.
Just in case, check the back room as well.
The pink curtained indoor was dim. As simple as having a laptop on the side table, the others are closet and vanity only, simple interior.
The cat stuffed animal on the pillow gives the girl an atmosphere. Yusuke learned a bit of hindsight as she stepped into the woman's bedroom.
At that time, there was a faint noise behind me.
……
Turning hastily, by the drawer, a brunette stood.
I didn't wear glasses, so I didn't know for a second.
The OL in this room, Kurose. Black sweater and jeans, in private clothes.
"Sooo... sorry! Um, I didn't hear back."
That's all I said, and I noticed something wrong with Kurose.
I'm looking at this one blurry, but its perspective is uncertain, and my body is faintly shaken.
"Um...?
Kurose slowly returned the squirt and headed to the front door.
Yusuke was stiff for a while, but soon followed Kurose.
What I saw ahead was the sight of Kurose relaxing in front of the front door.
"Mr. Kurose...?
The sound of cali, cali, sounds in the room.
Kurose was caught near the door knob with his fingertips, as he could.
"What are you doing?
Even if you glance nearby, Kurose doesn't respond.
Perhaps, observe Kurose.
Her hair is a little flaky, but she was beautiful. Strong degrees of glasses change the face, but I just took the glasses and changed my impression of the rash. It's a little dark, but it's like a literary girl has grown up.
Its face is not a healthy skin tone, but its bluishness does not allow Yusuke to speak of people either. My eyes are not running blood either, staring at the door knob blurry.
The nails caught on the door were rough, and the paint peeled off only that part of the door. I may have been caught up many times before I came.
That fingertip does also look less bloody.
"Mr. Kurose?
Saying, grabbing my shoulder in horror.
The feeling of the sweater was soft. It's a girl's softness.
As for body temperature, I don't know if it's over clothes.
I'll put my hand on Kurose's forehead, which still doesn't show any reaction, to gauge the heat.
It was cold.
Unlike cold humans, it was mannequin-like cold.
Still unbelievable, fearful, crawl your fingers to the neck muscles of Kurose.
I held the carotid artery gently in Kurose, which kept catching the door, and waited.
But I could never feel my pulse.
"Are you serious..."
Yusuke snapped because Kurose didn't look dead at all.
I checked, but I'm not even breathing. Put your hands on your chest with a little hindsight, but no heartbeat either.
Completely dead.
If you look grotesque like a zombie movie, you might still have been convinced.
But Kurose only looked like a slightly less bloody, normal human being.
Yusuke couldn't take the fact that the body was moving for a while.