Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

"Whoa..."

There were about ten zombies hissing in the aisle on the third floor.

They are all bloody or part of the body is missing. Many had gunshot wounds. Sometimes his jaw is half blown and his upper jaw is in full view. Most of them were civilians, but there was also a mix of blade-proof vests on police uniforms.

On top of the zombies is a plate called the Great Conference Room. Apparently they're pulling it there. There is also a strange odor.

"I have a bad feeling..."

The zombies are a lot more important. If there are survivors in there, they seem to be more obsessed with the door.

Something was hanging from the zombie hips of a police officer who was nearby. It was a black pistol at the end of a spiral shaped black hanging string. Shaking near the ground.

Try removing the hanging string from the belt and take it in your hand, even though you are hassled with moving zombies.

The pistol was a rotating small one, light as a toy. The black grip is easy to grip and looks easy to hold. There are only two bullets left in the cylinder.

Speaking of cops, it's New Numb, but Yusuke doesn't know if this pistol is. In the meantime, it would be a restraint if you had it.

To avoid fingering the trigger, he grabbed the grip with his index finger extended and approached the meeting room.

I want to crush the element of uncertainty before I explore it.

Don't stand in front of the door, keep your back on the side wall.

Yusuke never cared, he called out.

"Is anybody there?

No reaction.

"Hey?"

I don't make any noise at all.

The door knob turned irresistibly. Maybe I didn't have time to bring out the locking keys.

Trying to push it open, he hit a barricade of tables and chairs stacked right over there.

Weigh in, push it out.

From a slightly open gap, intense rotten odor leaked out. I glance inside, enduring the nausea of my stomach pulling back.

A sea of blood spread out on the back floor, and there, lay a policeman who shot himself in the head. An eye that has lost light is staring into the void.

I could see some other limbs stretched out sloppily. No one is alive.

"Ah la..."

Half sorry, half relieved. Trying to close the door with a little relief, the zombies around them arrived. Yusuke rushes away from the door.

Zombies smash their bodies so that they are forced to push open doors slightly. It seems that human rot is attracting the zombies like a moth lamp.

I was weighed by a massed zombie, and the barricade made a noise and collapsed.

At the same time, the stench became unbearable and Yusuke left the scene. Missed recovered cop Zombie handcuffs and batons are heartbreaking, but this smell doesn't make me feel like going inside, and I don't have a hobby for watching Zombie Rot meals.

"Well, you can cage in a place like this... there's no food or anything. Don't put a rotten smell on me..."

All over the city, there will be people there who were caged in a whole house. Am I going to starve to death and rot in time and not be able to use this cool house?

Yusuke entered the exploration of the third floor, feeling somewhat laid back.

I found what I was looking for after a while.

Behind the aisle, I found the door to the electronic lock left open by the stopper and glanced inside, it was the goods vault.

Rockers line both sides, with shelves in the center. I get the impression that some lockers remain open and slightly rough.

"I wonder if you tried to bring it up in a hurry..."

Upon examination, along with the spare clothing, there was a bunch of handcuffs delivered to the case.

"Oh, lucky."

Individually packaged package with handcuff keys. There were six of them, so I put them all in my bag.

A variety of other items were stored in the handcuff compartment, including holsters, uniforms, helmets, blade-proof vests, bandages, sirens, and batons. Release what seems to be available in the bag appropriately.

I'll put one holster on my belt and put in a pistol that was left in my hand. I got it pretty well.

"Now next... Oh, this is it. Sounds military."

There were unused Combat shoes, so I borrowed the right size. When I finished taking the dizziness, I moved on to something else.

We found small lockers in Detective II and Security, but they were all locked. I checked the desk, but I can't find the master key either. There was one safe that was open, but it was empty inside.

I found a vault of seizures along the way, but this is also a PIN electronic lock, locked. I glance at my hip pistol, but no matter what I think, I won't be able to open it with this. I only have two bullets.

"The rest is a pistol or ammo... Where's a gun vault?"

I'll check back upstairs, which I was in the middle of exploring, but there's nothing like it.

Yusuke went back to the ground floor, looked at the information board, and put his arms together.

The information board only depicts about half of the buildings. If there was a vault, it would be its hidden part.

The prediction hit, behind the Police Division, in the inconspicuous, there was a staircase to the basement.

Further down the basement, there was an acceptance of a pistol loan and a vault was seen further back.

The iron door remained open, and most of the firearms inside had been brought out.

"Er... well..."

Slightly disappointed, the storage shelves with number plates are checked in order from end to end. Fortunately, it never meant empty.

Two revolvers of the same type I got above, slightly different shapes, and one scorched tea revolver with a grip. With a black, sharp angle shape, there's a dozen automatic pistols like you see in detective drama and so on.

Five cloves in all, matched to the hips.

"I wonder if it's a lot."

I also felt it would be nice to have a bowl of revolver and automatic one at a time, but even if it malfunctioned, I couldn't fix it, so I decided to take it as a spare.

I also find quite a few bullets and pack them in a bag for each box. Together, it weighed quite a bit. The pistol was out of ammo, so you don't have to worry about a burst in the bag.

"Okay, here's the thing"

I went back to the ground floor and took a breather in the waiting area at the entrance.

Yusuke removes his pistol from the holster and shrugs it off. The barrel is short and doesn't look very good.

It just seems like a good idea to hide and carry around. It's only big enough to fit in your pocket.

"Like a pistol shooting manual... hey hey that. You're gonna learn it at the police academy."

Return to the holster once.

I took a revolver out of my bag with no bullets in it and decided to mess with it. I just don't have the courage to mess around with a pistol with live ammunition. Remove the safety rubber that was stuck behind the trigger and touch it as you see it, remembering the movie, etc.

"Oh, does the cylinder come off when you press here"

With your thumb, press and hold the slide on the left side of the barrel and drop the cylinder to the left. This will allow it to be loaded into the rotating magazine. When I put it back, it locked up with Kathari.

"Don't you have to wake up shooting iron?

When you force the trigger and twitch and pull, the shooting iron is woken up with it and the magazine begins to rotate slowly. Squeezing to the end, the shooting iron fell off in a crisp fashion. Now it looks like it's firing.

If you wake up the shooting iron by hand beforehand, the magazine is held in rotation. This just gently squeezes the trigger and the shooting iron falls off and seems to fire instantly. This would be better when you want to shoot instantly. There seemed to be no safeties.

"Hmm..."

It's a pretty simple structure. It doesn't seem hard if you just shoot.

Yusuke is starting to want to try it.

From the holster, take out a pistol with live ammunition.

I got up from the chair and looked for the right one. Second, I saw something moving.

I saw a policewoman upstairs. I'm about ten meters away. I don't even look at this one, I just flutter across my eyes.

…………

Raise the shooting iron silently and set up a pistol. Stand with your right hand and support with your left. Align the target with the lighting stars in front of and behind the barrel. Ahead, there was the vain face of the policewoman.

Hold your breath, aim still.

For a few seconds, Gunsite had been chasing the women's police, but Yusuke eventually exhaled.

"... hu"

Shift your aim and pull the trigger toward the brow of the mascot character pictured on the nearby poster.

Bread, the bursting sound of.

My hands were rash in recoil, and the gunshot wounds were dramatically removing the poster. A faint smell of nitrous smoke drifts around.

"This is hard..."

Yusuke snaps as he stares at his pistol.

The recoil is not so tight, but if the vector is not contained by the body, the muzzle will be hit. I have ammo, and I'll need to practice a little more.

Yusuke returned his pistol to the holster, biting off the sensation of violence revealing, which remained twitchy in his palm.