Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

After getting supplies at the police station, about a week.

Yusuke was spreading the map to his room table and writing with markers. A detailed map to be distributed in the city, with the names of each door in the town written one at a time.

Supermarkets, grocery stores, etc. will be circled in red and marked with electricity stores, tool stores, home centers, etc.

"From here to here, with no one..."

In the shopping district in front of the station, the slope line will be inserted in blue.

The filled areas are about the journey from the perimeter of the apartment to the supermarket or shelter, not so much. The residential area I checked was about by the big road, and the others didn't have much on their hands.

The roads that cannot be passed by car will also be marked with an X. Not so much, but helpful when taking a detour.

"It's so big in town..."

When this spreads to the city, you won't be able to explore it alone. It becomes a work unit for a few years.

The PC is then launched and the GPS logger recovered from the zombies is connected to the USB port. Capture the data inside and make it read on the topography of the map software.

Continuous location data was plotted on top of the map.

The route was roughly straight from the station's home to its humble location, while taking a stopover.

"Is it the same place to go home after all? That's no coincidence."

Look at the tag number of the logger and plot the previous day's data of the same individual as well. Due to the nature of GPS, indoor data is subject to a rash, but it takes a roughly similar route.

These belong to the zombies at the station's home. I had the same facial rash every morning, so I was curious to get the data.

Yusuke also confirmed the route of other individuals. They all took the same route as the day before.

I sometimes make stops, but the same place to go home. He leaves the house in the morning, flutters around the station from day to evening, and returns home at night.

"You're still commuting by train after you're dead. I can't save you..."

It seems certain that there are zombies who behave in the same way as they did in life.

But not so many zombies you see in the same place at the same time. I guess not all zombies make patterns either.

I don't know why there's such a difference.

The age and gender of the zombies taking the pattern vary. It doesn't seem like an early infected person takes a pattern......

"Phew..."

Keep your back on the back of the chair and stretch.

Switch the window to a mood change and make it the receiving screen of the network camera. What was going on in the apartment was on three screens.

At some points in the apartment, a wireless LAN camera with server functionality was left in disguise. The power supply is properly pulled with an extension cord.

I also thought I'd trigger an alarm with motion sensing and turn it into a vigilance net, but the zombie caught on and it's like useless. I'm making sure there's no survivors in the apartment, and the camera's just in case.

Switch the footage one after the other, but nothing has changed in particular. I wander around the apartment, it only shows the usual zombies. Check that and close the window.

When I looked at the date, it had been three days since I went to the late moons last time.

"I need to think about what they can do..."

Yusuke was thinking about using the late moons as a workforce.

It can be said that women and children cannot be used for heavy labor, but there is also less danger of insurgency. Thinking about it, it's not a bad resource.

Even a child would be able to water it. Maybe we could let them build a vegetable garden on the roof. Bring in the appliance and you can smoke it. Wireless interception, too. Yusuke can use his time for other things if he lets it do it instead because it will be tight on the equipment. In exchange for food, I would do anything.

Until those jobs get on track, we just have to make them pay with their bodies. Yusuke took a seat and headed to the late moons.

The second time had not yet passed, but in the third time, the late moon had already accepted to do so with pale hands.

In the same men's toilet as usual, Deep Moon lays his eyes down and tames his hands with Yusuke's. The mucus stretches and dirty white fingers.

The stiff and erect one is slightly waxed with the palm of his hand, tickling the larynx area with his fingertips. Wrap the pole with your left hand and stimulate the back muscle with your index finger belly. Yusuke snapped, exhaling at the pleasure.

"That's a lot of honesty..."

Deep moon was moving his hands blurry, but as Yusuke noticed, he raised his face.

"... my brother's favorite, because I was also replacing him"

When Yusuke gave a strange look to the words, the deep moon wandered,

"If you think it's long-term care, nothing..."

They're saying it's like excretion aid, in the dark.

"Care..."

I was replacing my shitty amulet, so maybe I'm trying to say it's nothing like this. Put yourself on top and Yusuke on the bottom. It was a way to rebuild snoring pride.

(How priceless...)

Deep Moon dropped his gaze, snarling his fingers into Yusuke's,

".................. get it out quickly, please"

Yusuke silently held the deep moon. Hold it against the wall and keep your body snug. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down to my knees. White thick crotches and dotted shorts are revealed.

The deep moon trembled, but he did not flee. Yusuke keeps his hips back and forth with his hands gripping things. It compresses so as to impersonate the inner legs of the deep moon.

…………

Deep Moon closed his eyes and resumed Shigemitsu with his hands. From the root, to the tip, he intertwines the ten fingers that have become lukewarm, stimulating the part of Yusuke that he feels as he nods his ejaculation into his thigh.

Limits came as I held the body of the deep moon and rubbed it against my roots. He presses it against the soft part of his thick crotch and spits out the buzz, the buzz, the loose. The skin of the deep moon is contaminated with something white.

Yusuke slowly woke up when he finished putting out one of the accumulated items.

…………

The deep moon crushed something, but I couldn't hear it. I never saw Yusuke, pale, soaking up the dirt on his thick crotch with toilet paper.

I left a late moon to patronize, and when I was in a whimsical mood, I was about to bump into one of my younger brothers. They were playing side by side with a mini car besides confectionery.

The boy rushes to get rid of the minicar,

"Fine, fine. Play."

Yusuke was just about to get over it, and the boy's stomach sounded so loud.

Yusuke was surprised,

"Which one are you? Lunch?"

I nodded small.

"You had plenty of food, didn't you? What happened to what I brought you?

Ryuji sifted and shook his head, saying goodbye.

"... dinner, because it's important, save"

"Hmmm...... Did your sister say that?

Ryuji nodded coldly.

"Well... saving money is a good thing"

I'm risking my life to go get food, maybe I thought heavily about the phrase. Or to give you as little opportunity as possible to offer a price? Think about it normally. It would be the latter.

Yusuke sat back on the couch, looking at Lunch playing in the minicar.

While holding my stomach neatly, watching a child play with toys alone, I was fuzzily driven by a sense of ready-to-see. A little kid playing with cheap toys while waiting for his grandfather to return from the Silver Center in the sunset he gives.

Yusuke was blurry, staring at the child in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Lunshi, who was playing in a minicar, raised his face.

The deep moon that came into the room had strangely vain eyes. After running his gaze over here for just a moment, he returns his gaze to Lunshi.

"Where's Ma-kun?

"Uh, over there"

Point to the conference room.

"Let's go."

They held hands amicably and left the room.

Yusuke, left behind, put his head on the back of the couch and sighed small.

For no reason to stay, Yusuke immediately followed the scene.

I go down to the ground floor, I'm just trying to get out the back door, and I stop my leg.

"I forgot my bag..."

Return to the backyard and head towards the elevator. I bent down the aisle and the sight caught my eye.

The elevator door was about to open slowly.

"... what?

Stops unexpectedly.

From inside the elevator, a deep moon appeared. He holds his own bag and hangs Yusuke's field bag from his shoulder.

My two younger brothers continued behind me, and they were carrying little backpacks there, too. You don't have a weapon, you look like you're going to a picnic.

"Hey, what are you doing?

To Yusuke's voice, the deep moon turns frighteningly.

When I noticed this one, I hurried off in the opposite direction. My two younger brothers looked strange, but the late moon drags them away.

"Where are you going! Oh, my God!

I came back because I said, "You're going home! ♪ It was the rage ♪