Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

Sitting in a chair in the infirmary, as Makura recommended tea, Deep Moon spoke of the backdrop at the supermarket.

He fled to the supermarket with his brothers and was castling.

That Yusuke appeared where the food ran out and was helped.

The fact that my body was asked for consideration was silent.

Then there was a blackout in the city, and just before I got out of the supermarket, a man attacked me.

That Yu was killed.

Yusuke helped the late moon that was being attacked.

That Deep Moon tried to kill the man in custody, but couldn't.

Instead, Yusuke put his hand down.

As for the sacrifice of the zombies, the words were clouded.

Deep Moon takes that for granted, but I don't know what Makura thinks. I'm a doctor who helps people. I wish I was alone, but I don't want Yusuke to offend me.

By the nod of Makura, the deep moon finishes talking about the general flow.

Listening to the whole story, Makura gave him a look that seemed complicated. Seeing that, the deep moon makes me anxious.

"Um, Mr. Takemura, he did it for us. I don't blame you."

"... Yeah, I don't mean that. Me too..."

So Makura cut the words.

I stare at my fingertips I put on my knees and remain silent.

The deep moon subsided in the silence of the sudden visit, but after a while Makura looked up as if nothing had happened.

Smile softly,

"Still, you seem a lot more dependable. It comes from talking."

"Ah, yes. Mr. Takemura is really amazing. He gave me all kinds of instructions when I had no idea what to do. If you're right, it all works out. If that hadn't happened... I think we would have been able to live forever"

"Really..."

Makura snaps.

"I hope you'll cooperate..."

When the deep moon strangled him, Makura laughed bitterly,

"The newcomers are the ones who survived in this situation. It would be very helpful if you could help me.... just missed the time because of our inaction. We have to work hard to earn trust from this."

"... is it because of the delay in rescue?

"Yeah...... Instead of integrating rescue before creating confusion..."

That's all I said, Makura smiled to reassure her.

"The militiamen also seem to be flying around in rescue. Don't worry, I'll be right here."

"Yes......"

Then the conversation ended.

◇

The simple tomb was in the middle of the park.

There is no one around. There's just a guard human figure in the distance.

……

The deep moon crouched in front of Yu's grave and was still nagging.

Originally, this was what the late moon should have done.

Vengeance and burial, both of which pushed Yusuke.

Or if that skinny guy is still alive.

Or if Yu's body was left in that supermarket.

The heart of the deep moon would not be as calm as it is now.

I should have been dragged by remorse and spent my days blind.

(Sorry about your nasty sister...)

I haven't been able to accept reality yet.

I lost my brother. The sense of loss is strong.

But before Yu's place to sleep, the late moon was taking itself away little by little.

Now, we have to protect Ryuji.

No more Yusuke's asylum.

My childhood friend Tsuruji helps me no matter what, but I can see that Tsuruji himself is impossible.

A favor I once unconsciously received, but it's hard to keep taking it now. It's like using someone unilaterally.

Sometimes we were childhood friends with each other, and even if it wasn't even a clear love affair, we had a slight favor. Sometimes I thought it might be that kind of relationship in the future.

Looks like it's about the far world already.

There is a cold reality in front of me.

……

Hands in front of the grave only once, the deep moon stood up.

◇

Two days after the conversation with Makura.

I was in a hurry that morning.

Lunch had abdominal pain and vomited once. Makura's expression on the palpation of her stomach was harsh, and the deep moon was anxious.

By noon, the whole city hall was in a hurry.

Because a helicopter called.

Makura was making a list of priority rescuers, such as the injured and sick, so prepare to travel accordingly. Lunshi was in it, too, so Mizuki herself took it.

The helicopter explosion was heard well before the scheduled time. In an uninhabited city where the hustle and bustle of the train have also disappeared, the sound of the sky sounds well.

When the airframe, which was soiled and green with a loose camouflage, appeared out of the sky, he cheered.

As the assembled evacuees watched, the helicopter did not land immediately, either to check safety or to look around the city hall while lowering altitude.

Eventually, the helicopter slowly drops altitude. As we approached, the beauty became clear. It's pretty big compared to a car.

What landed was a small parking lot in the park. The rotor's wind pressure winds up the ground dust and rocks the wood around it. The late moons waited in a slightly remote park, but the explosion and wind pressure were also intense in the place. Since there are about ten people who can be accommodated at once in the helicopter, not all of the refugees can ride it, but most of the people were gathered around them.

The rotating speed of the rotor gradually weakens.

The door of Co Pilot opened and a self-defense officer in a flight jacket stepped down in camouflage clothing. Wearing a black helmet, the visor and headset remain on, hidden except in the mouth. On his right hand side was a black monochromatic assault rifle taken from his seat.

Self-defense officers slide the door behind the helicopter while guarding the perimeter. Inside were piles of cardboard. Start gesturing at this crowd as you show it by hand.

The other pilot remains in the cockpit. The rotor is spinning without stopping, sounding a unique low wind cut. Stand by like you're flying all the time.

"Supporting Materials...?

Makura's surprising voice leaked.

The men rush to the chopper.

He takes the helicopter's supplies a little further away while the self-defense officers nod at him. Letters such as food, medicines and water purifiers were sprayed in stencils on those boxes. The self-defense officer keeps his perimeter alert with a rifle with a gunsword on it, checking sideways on its transport.

As chairman Mizubashi and Makura approached, the self-defense officer raised his visor and began to talk about something. He shakes his head from time to time and answers the two questions with regret.

Looking at the sight in the distance, the deep moon became anxious.

(Supporting supplies means... By the end of the day, aren't we all going to be rescued?

The hunch was false.

Because we can't afford fuel, they say we can only go back and forth today.

"Oh no..."

Voices leak out of no-one to explain the water bridge back.

"I'm sorry, but today we will transport the injured, the sick as a matter of priority"

In that word, the voice of doubt is raised.

"Will the helicopter come again?

"That's, yes. They're going into the city to secure fuel, so they said they'd resume rescue as early as the day after tomorrow."

"Really... then..."

The man who asked the question nodded.

Makura began instructing him to transport it when he confirmed that the site had quieted down. Based on the list, each person will be nominated.

Other humans returned to the city hall of supplies and perimeter security. Still a majority remains.

To be transported were many old men with worsening illnesses. I was originally on medication for hypertension, diabetes, etc., which has gotten pretty bad the last month or two because of my impossible life. Some humans are sick from undernourishment.

Lunshi was at the top of the list, but due to the number of people, the escort could not be accompanied. Only people who are particularly sick have too much capacity.

I have to send out one Lunch. Makura said with a difficult face as the deep moon hesitated about it.

"Lunshi, it's hard to diagnose you...... maybe appendicitis. I think there's a germ in there where you're losing strength and you've got inflammation. It's supposed to be a simple surgery or a pill, but here... You can't expect natural healing, and concomitant peritonitis can be life-threatening. Conversely, there is almost no problem in a well-equipped location. You'll be worried, but it's safer to leave it to me."

"... Yes. Excuse me, thank you."

Deep Moon nodded, even as he held a grid.

Makura wraps a band around the human arm to be transported. It has a name, age, and blood type. Then give the crew a bunch of self-written medical records and bow your head deeply. The crew responded to it with salute.

◇

A few days after the helicopter jumped.

The room near the infirmary was almost empty due to transport, so the late moon was to be moved to another room. It's the same room as Tsuruji.

In one room on the third floor, about seven families are awake. The entrance to the room was marked with a roster, to which were also added the names of the late moon.

Tsuruji went to work for the guard squad, so Mizuki stayed in the room alone. There are a few others and they spend their thoughts twirling around in a blanket.

The atmosphere in the room is not very good.

Because we still don't have a rescue tone.

Food distribution is also becoming considerably smaller.

Everyone doesn't give a big mouth, but there is a sense of anxiety that I pushed. I felt that newcomers like the late moon were not only directed at novel gazes, but also slightly negative emotions.

Just leaking conversations inside the city hall isn't a very good emotion for the newly arrived evacuees. Shortly after the rendezvous, those who were happy and friendly to be safe are becoming more and more windy as the distribution of food decreases. Tsuruji was also leaking stupidity. Newcomers are complaining all the time.

Late moon, I felt like I knew a little how they felt too.

When I heard there was a rescue, I abandoned each stronghold. That can't be funny, being treated like a jerk.

(so many people......)

This place should be much safer than it used to be in a supermarket.

(How can you be so anxious and lonely...)

I felt terribly lonely.

The only four people who were in the supermarket were Yusuke and Late Moon, Ryuji and Yu. But I was never frightened of zombies or starvation. There was a feeling that everyone was participating in life and creating it. There was hope for life in the mountains and a vision for the future.

That's one now, holding his knees like this, surrounded by strangers and hungry for rations requests.

(After all, you relied on Takemura...)

The deep moon gave a grin of self-derision.

I still have words in my ear that Tsurugi told me.

He said I shouldn't bother that guy any more.

I was helped by Yusuke where I was castling in the supermarket, after I told him about the backdrop.

Sure, he's someone else in red, and now that he's joined the group like this, there may be no reason to accompany him. Still, Yusuke thought he was going to bring the Deep Moons around somehow. I thought it was natural for Yusuke to move under his instructions.

It was only a one-sided thought of the late moon.

To the words of farewell abruptly proclaimed, the late moon could not say anything.

"Hehe..."

The late moon laughed mockingly.

(Naturally...)

Close your eyes and think of it.

At that time, my thoughts were paralyzed and I didn't realize it.

That look on Yusuke's face when she found out about Yusuke's death.

You couldn't have felt anything.

I said that myself.

(I can't believe you didn't protect me, with which mouth...)

I apologized immediately, but Yusuke just shook his head gently and didn't say anything. Now I think about it, that was the only moment Yusuke pushed herself, without any reluctance or care.

And that moment of acquittal.

Shot through the belly and both legs, a man falls to the ground, that sight.

The side of Yusuke, looking at the man in the bloodbath, from the top floor.

its eyes seem to reflect the dawn and burn,

It was very sharp, cold and beautiful.

(uhh...)

My chest became painful and the deep moon gripped my chest.

The abomination of the deep moon was purified by that cold.

This is what came in instead.

(Takemura......)

I'm already aware of my feelings.

And that it won't come true.

I'm nothing but a handful of feet at best.

As I struggled to scatter the thought, I felt signs at the entrance.

When I looked up, Makura stood. I bowed my head to this one looking sorry,

"Excuse me, Mr. Fujino has come for a favor."

"... please, is it?

"Yes."

Though suspicious, the deep moon leaves the hallway nodded. Makura, who is intimate with his adult attitude, was the only one who seemed to forgive his mind outside Tsurugi history.

Moving to a place without a window, Makura cut the story off.

"Could you please share the food for the car in the basement?

"Huh..."

"I'm so sorry. We're running low on stockpiles... I'm ashamed to ask you all to come around."

"Oh, no. That's okay, but that's Takemura-san's stuff..."

Makura smiled bitterly,

"I already asked Mr. Takemura. Conditionally, you have split half of your supplies."

"Conditions…?

"Yes. Permission to view the materials located in the City Hall and permission to enter each room that accompanies it. That's with my signature. And on the condition that it moves independently of the Steering Committee."

…………

"I was a little surprised, too. Especially the second, unfortunately, is that amount. I can't change my belly on my back."

"... looks like Takemura-san"

The late moon snaps.

Makura continued her words.

"The other half of the supplies, but that's Fujino's stuff, so ask Fujino."

"My..."

It was a word I never thought I'd say.

I hadn't had any contact with Yusuke since, and I already thought I'd been forgotten about myself.

"I know it's a glamorous favor, but could you provide it if you could? If you need anything like Takemura-san, I'll do whatever I can."

"No......"

The deep moon shakes its head loosely.

If I were to consume alone, I would have the food for the dump for a month or two. But you can't just imitate one person like that here, under the pressure of the food situation. It will undoubtedly attract trouble, and most importantly, Yusuke is releasing food.

If food was the most important condition, Yusuke would not have responded to the offer. Failure to do so means that Yusuke's decision to provide food to the community is now at its best.

And he's trying to do something now.

Even while I was nagging by myself.

Deep Moon opened his mouth as he toured his thoughts about it.

"Um... If you're rescuing, what's going on?

…………

Makura kept her mouth shut for a while, but she said it was because of the food on, or because she went straight into it without deception.

"Hi...... the fact that this place is looking steady may have come out the back. I wasn't actually told, but there are indications that we are rescuing other, suddenly needed places as a priority."

"Really..."

"Or maybe the fuel problem hasn't been solved. Communication is also tending to be interrupted. I told her the food was tight, but she wasn't reacting badly...... Please don't say anything else."

The deep moon nodded and I thought about it for a while before saying.

"Okay. I don't mind food. Instead, can't you get me a job?

◇

It was the hygiene squad to which Deep Moon belonged.

The number of injured and sick has been reduced as a result of the militia transports, thus reducing the number of personnel in the ambulance. Instead, the sanitary squad had been increased.

No matter how many people are available, such as cleaning rooms and toilets, transporting water, disposing of garbage, laundry dirt out of each squad and washing goods.

Face to face with a middle-aged woman, the leader of the sanitation squad, and the first assignment was to assist with the transport of water.

Together we were supposed to carry water was a guy with dark hair with glasses, who looked like a weak college student. I don't even have eyes on this one if it's a pulling ideological personality.

The domestic water was to be taken from the river, so the two put a polytank in the trolley and headed back. From the edge of the road surrounding the park, throw a bucket of rope onto the river for a railing, draw water and pull it up. Pour it into a polytank, and when it's all full, I'll carry it to the staging area upstairs in the city hall, that's the flow.

The water in the river was beautiful, either because the drainage from homes and factories stopped. Exactly not suitable for drinking, but enough for toilets and laundry.

The man is silently throwing a bucket into the river and pulling it up. Said Deep Moon as he saw his fatigue building up in his arms.

"Um, I'll take your place"

"Yes, no, it's okay"

The man replies like he panicked. I don't even look at this one.

I couldn't let him help me with my job from earlier, and Deep Moon held the river in his hand. The water level is there and the river is wide. The opposite shore was far away.

Where the second polytank was full, a man breathed down a bucket. Put your hands on your hips and stretch your back.

I took the bucket from the side in that gap, and the late moon said.

"Rest a little"

"Ah...... yeah. Sorry."

The end of the rope is built on a railing, so you won't lose a bucket if the flow takes your hand. All you need is arm strength. Pulling the bucket up off the water was a heavy labor, but the late moon moved its arms with sweat on its forehead.

The man is blurred.

I drew water about three times and another voice rang from behind me.

"Hey, let the girl do it."

When I shook it, a man of security stood.

"Uh, no, you know"

The man with glasses mumbles like he's in a hurry.

The deep moon panicked,

"Um, it's not. I'm just giving you a break now. I had it pumped all the way up until just now."

"Oh, yeah..."

The man, after alternating his bucket with the face of the late moon,

"Well no. Give me that."

Take the bucket from the hands of the deep moon, and not long after what you say, throw it into the river. Then he pulls the rope and draws water into the polytank. The move was fast and vigorous.

The Deep Moon is out of place behind it.

When the late moon was struggling with something, it was common in high school for boys to come from the side and help. I once didn't even question that, I just wanted to thank you.

Now, I can't feel that powerful weather.

Yusuke used it a lot.

But I was happy when I was praised.

Because there was no flair there, just praise for ability and achievement.

(So I was so happy...)

Before the world collapsed, my place was everywhere.

Not now.

I have to make my own place.

And in his life with Yusuke, Deep Moon found out that someone's helpfulness gave him the pride that he could stay here.

In comparison, it is only a fluffy and unreliable thing, such as a place obtained with unfavourable favors.

As the water draw was over and the man left waving his hand, the deep moon opened its mouth at random. toward the man with the glasses who stood blurry,

"Um... I'm sorry. Because of me."

"Yes, no..."

A little silence.

"It's okay, 'cause I'm used to it"

"I'm used to...?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Never mind."

"Ha..."

I couldn't even ask them any more about their uncooked attitude, and the two remained silent, pushing the trolley back.

◇

The two encountered the noise as they lowered the water to the gathering point and went to return the trolley to its original location.

The first floor of the city hall is hardly used to prepare for zombie incursions, so the evacuees reside upstairs. There was a crowd in the central lobby upstairs, where the guard squad was stuffed.

The anger rises.

"I guess that's why you give me back my weapon! It's ours originally!

A young man's voice sounded.

In a noisy place, a few men from the guard squad stand with a sinister face in front of the stuffing. There were about six or seven men standing around to surround it.

It was one of them, a young man in his twenties, who ponytailed his hair that was still ragged with a blonde mesh. Skinny, less than one hundred and seventy tall. He was wearing a hoodie while he had a neat face, and if he hadn't heard his voice, he might have mislooked at the woman.

The man next door takes him for a rough voice.

"Just calm down. Don't fight."

…………

The man in the mesh turns away like a plump. Instead, about forties, a man of disappointed stature advances in the style of manual labor.

"This guy disrespected me. I'm sorry."

It didn't look good and the man spoke in a gentle tone.

"It's just, like I said, hard to get food outside. I just want you to give me back the tools you're keeping, is there a problem?

"... but for not having permission"

"Then go get it."

A young man crushes beside him, but an elderly man pokes at him.

"Come on.... Well, then, I'm sorry, but you need to hurry through the conversation as soon as possible. I want to go by the end of the day."

…………

The man in the guard squad walked away silently.

You heard the noise, people are gathering in the lobby. The guard man with the weapon is also left alone, wrapped far away to be vigilant.

But despite such sight from the surroundings, the men were calm. Next to a leader-like man, a tall late thirty or so man remains silent all the time. The man in the mesh was by his side, staring around like annoyed.

Deep Moon felt a sense of ready-to-see in the group as he watched what was going on in the corner of the lobby. I remember seeing it somewhere.

I thought to myself.

(Oh, well. Those were the people in the first room......)

A room in the West Hall, guided when I came to evacuate to City Hall. It's a bunch of evacuees there. He held the light in the center of the room and bickered in a lively manner. It was a lot more noticeable in the midst of tired surroundings.

Then there was silence in the lobby for a while, but eventually Makura showed up.

He takes his use, flips his white coat and walks in. After a glimpse of the crowd of people gathering in the lobby, I stood in front of the leader like a man.

Say it first.

"I heard you were going to pick up some food. Is that true?

"Yeah, that's why I want you to give me back the tools you kept."

"It's dangerous."

to the word, the man put his head on,

"There will also be little food left. We have to make sure we get there while we can."

"But..."

"I won't bother you. We'll do it alone. If you fail, it'll be a slap."

"... I apologize for the inconvenience. But we should all look for ways to survive. We still have food, and rescue may come tomorrow."

"Yeah... you seem like a good guy. But I'm just waiting. Then I'm poor. You can count on rescue."

…………

Makura loses her words and shuts up.

As they stare, the two confront each other.

There, an unexpected voice rose.

"I'm coming too."

The deep moon breathed in the shadows that had come out of the crowd from afar.

Yusuke.

The man looked surprised,

"You too?

"You should have more manpower. I'm a rookie, too."

Yusuke shrugging his shoulders, the man hoisted the corner of his mouth and laughed.

"Thanks. Hey, anyone else want to go?

A man looks around me, but a man with eyes turns away. Next to the deep moon, a man with glasses strengthens his body and is depressed. No other voice rose, his gaze circled.

"This is what it is... Do you mind? Doctor."

…………

Makura bit her lips and seemed to be grinding.

After worrying about something for a while,

"… I will call the committee and try to make a plan. In my presence..."

"I don't know what I'm going to do. First, I'm just asking you to give me back what you're keeping. I appreciate you providing the roof and food, but we didn't belong to your organization. There's got to be no reason to be suppressed."

To the man's words, Makura silences.

Slowly I look at each and every man, then I turn my gaze to Yusuke. My gaze staggered for only a moment, but Yusuke looked bored and out of sight.

After a while,

"... ok"

Makura dropped his shoulder and said.