Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

There were seven men who went out to secure food, and they were of the wrong age.

The youngest, blonde mesh with ponytail guy is about the same as Yusuke, the others are older.

"You have a lot of nerve."

After the introduction, the leader's man said so, but Yusuke responded to it with an ambiguous attitude.

You don't get attacked by zombies, so you don't have the guts or the crap. It's like a walk for Yusuke, even in the act of death for the men. But I don't know what happens when I run into a zombie intellect.

Yusuke somewhat observed each and every one of them as they went underground to get the vehicle out. Originally, the same company's humane, leader-like man was called president by other members.

Parked at the corner of the dark underground parking lot was one box-shaped truck with a carrier logo on the silver body and two long vans. I hear there's another one, but that one seems to be packed.

The body of the long van is snapped everywhere like it has hit the wall many times, and the paint is peeling off. There was also a crack in the side window, but from above it a number of iron bars were welded to the frame, like an iron lattice. The same goes for the front desk, which is like an armored car, or a convoy.

After a brief meeting on the spot, two people were to ride in the truck and the rest were to split into two vans. Yusuke is in the van.

As he unloaded his weapon in the car and was preparing to leave, the lurking voice of one of his companions rose.

"Somebody's coming."

To that word, everyone stops moving.

With the footsteps, the slightest light of the light approaches this way.

What emerged from the darkness was a man of about a college student wearing glasses. Stopped like a glimpse into his gathering gaze, but after a few seconds of silence, the man with glasses opened his mouth.

"Oh, that."

"... what?

The leader answers.

"Can I go, too?"

…………

The leader gave a bewildered look.

The man has a luxurious physique and not much hegemony. He didn't look like a person who would move on and dye his hands in a rough matter.

"I'm glad you feel... are you okay? You might as well fuck a zombie."

The man mumbles for a moment, but he made it clear.

"I want to help."

"Well... then I'll ask you. What's your name?"

It's Ono-ji.

"Okay. Nice to meet you, Ono-ji. Sasaki, forward, please. Kudo, follow the two of us over here."

The man called Sasaki nods lightly and walks towards the other van. In the hall stood next to the leader, a man in his thirties. It has short dark hair, good physique, and a unique atmosphere.

If you were called Kudo, he is a young man with blonde ponytail, leaning against a van, whispering a bunch of nagging Ono-ji temples. Arms together, frowning,

"That's the guy who was in the wild horse in the hall earlier. Are you all right..."

Then, even Yusuke turns his gaze toward Yusuke.

When Yusuke shrugged his shoulder, Kudo rang his nose back to get ready to leave.

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Apparently the destination was predetermined, and it was set in a somewhat distant logistics center. It's ahead of the highway route.

From the underground parking lot, toward the ground, the lane slowly runs out.

Running in the lead are three riding vans, including Sasaki.

Behind it, Yusuke and his four vans run. At the end of the day, there are two remaining trucks on.

The back seat of the van was folded and stored, and there was plenty of room, including a carrier. The three people glancing at the driver's leader sat directly on the floor and grabbed the belt hangings on both sides like suspenders.

In a dark car with indoor lights, Kudo starts talking about how to deal with zombies while wearing leather gloves on his hands.

"In the meantime, that's all you guys remember. When the zombies come, never open the door. Don't go outside. Wait in the car and intercept. If I give you the pile, give me the one in the back. That's all. Ready?"

Yusuke circled his gaze and glanced at some corners rolling back. I'll take one of those. It is about seventy centimeters long. It seems to be a heavy material and feels firmly weighed in my hands. The handles were scraped round to make it easy to grip, and the tip was pointed at the snoring. By the way, the stain is red and black. and whisk it down,

"Is this the pile?... this is all you do? There's blades and stuff."

"You use it outside. If you're in the car, this is fine. I know what you're doing."

"Hmmm......"

Yusuke puts the pile back with his neck clenched.

The leader is holding the handle and listening to the conversation in silence. I don't think I'm going to pinch your mouth.

Ono-ji, on the other hand, has a magical face, with loads of weapons and tools behind him. Kudo told me how it looked.

"You get it?

Ono-ji looked up in a panic,

"Yes. It's okay."

"Really... anyway, don't do anything unnecessary. If you pull your leg, I'll kill you."

Kudo doesn't look good when it's that neat face, and there's a dangerous atmosphere somewhere. It's the atmosphere of those who have killed so many zombies. On the sign, Ono-ji blued his face.

"Kudo, don't threaten me. You're one of them."

To the words of the leader, Kudo replies with a voice that cannot even be roared.

When the car went out onto the ground, the light shined brighter inside the car. Turn off the headlights, and the van goes slowly to the bridge. Did the story make sense, the humans who were guarding the bridge didn't even show a bare gesture of restraint and let the car go bare.

Crossing the bridge and stepping into the city of the zombies, the inside of the car was wrapped in tingling tension.

The leader is slowly driving while keeping in touch with the previous van on the radio. Kudo glances at the zombies not popping out of buildings and sidewalks, and Ono-ji is learning from it too.

In the cold air of winter, the city was quiet. Blue skies with no clouds, but temperatures are dropping. The breath is white even in the car. To save gas, the heating was not on.

"Before you came to City Hall, where were you?

I haven't heard back from Yusuke for a while.

A little while later, the leader opened his mouth.

"It's a company office."

"An office. You used to have food."

"We've just built a new office, and we've stockpiled our employees for the earthquake in the warehouse... I was lucky. In the second half, if you don't go outside, it's not enough."

"What company is that?

"Workshop. A civil engineer."

"Heh... that would be nice"

"... why?

"It's convenient. If you can build a house."

"Well, if only I had the ingredients and tools"

The leader answers with a mouthful that looks unexpected. I didn't expect to get noticed like that, but it's a tone of voice.

"In today's world, I don't know how much that means..."

The words of the president of the factory broke into a shadow that swung slightly over the car. I crept over the land bridge.

At a wide intersection, cars are parked everywhere. Turn right into it, pulling the van into the gap. There is no zombie hiding behind the vehicle that stops, or Kudo is silently running his gaze.

On the way to the right, the van slowly stopped.

"You can't do this..."

The president's crush leaks.

At the end of his gaze, several cars had collided and had become dough. Some of them are sideways.

A van can't manage to slip through it, but it's not wide enough for subsequent tracks.

Let's take a detour.

Wireless contact, leading van turns vehicle body.

The van stopped again about a block after rerouting. I knew why right away. There was a convenience store.

There's no sign of vandalism in the dim store, no sign of zombies. As a result of the radio consultation, we were to look inside.

"I'll leave it to Sasaki inside. We're standing by. Get ready."

"Aye."

Two vans are crossed in front of the convenience store.

Kudo prepared for the interception,

"Don't go out there anyway."

I say it without even looking at this one.

The windows in the back seat with Yusuke and the others are fixed and cannot be left fully open. Instead, a small window was installed in the center, which was a mechanism to slide it sideways. It's big enough for a human head to get in.

In front of that open window, Kudo holds an elongated iron weapon, waiting.

If you look closely, it was a pruning scissor, as used to prune planting cobwebs, and the handles of the folded trees were heavily wound with bollows. There are fifty centimeters in the handles section and thirty centimeters across the blade.

Yusuke also took a nearby pile for now and put his gaze back outside.

Sasaki stepped out of the car, grabbed an iron pipe pointing ahead, and was just heading towards the inlet of the convenience store. After that, the man with the beard and the man with the hat follow.

The three broke open the automatic door where the electricity had stopped, and they stepped inside, carefully asking how it was.

(Well... what happens)

It's a precious battle scene between humans and zombies. Seeing it is also one of the purposes of this time.

In the area visible from the outside, there is no zombie figure.

Sasaki, who was leading the way, stops in front of the counter.

Take one drink from a nearby shelf and throw it on the floor a little further away. The dull sound of a can filled with liquid sounds, but there is no response in the store. There doesn't seem to be any zombies in the shadows of the display shelves either.

As we tried to go further back, the three of us stopped moving.

Something hits the wall, a faint sound.

I can hear it from the bathroom.

The three left one at the entrance, Sasaki and the other, towards the one who made the noise. The figure hides in the fixture and becomes invisible from Yusuke's sight.

"Shouldn't we go for backup?

"... just shut up"

Kudo's response.

The back was quiet for a while, but it made a sudden noise when it sounded like punching a wall in the lid. It sounds like people are rambling in a small space.

Again, it sounds like hitting something again, and then it gets quiet again.

The president turns his ear to the radio and confirms something. Turn this way,

"There was one in the bathroom. He's done it already."

"Sarasu."

A whistle sounds like Kudo.

But the next moment.

"Yabe..."

On the other side of the bathroom, through the backyard door, a zombie appeared in the clerk's uniform. It is still dirty from the neck to the bottom, with dry blood.

The zombie warped his face and approached the man who remained at the entrance, peeling his teeth out.

"Sasaki, go back!

The president screams on the radio.

The man with the mustache at the entrance avoided the zombie rush to roll.

With extra momentum around the zombie body, the lined shelves of the product are knocked down. An array of racks of weekly magazines and comics jumped and a side of glass facing the road broke shatteringly, along with the crushing sound of pressing his ears. They become grains of light and scatter across the sidewalk.

The rushed back Sasakis helps the fallen man wake up.

In a remote location, the zombies were also about to get up from above the rack. From the back door, the other zombie also appears.

Yusuke noticed that the ambient air had changed. You can hear things from all around the building that was quiet until earlier. Earlier crushing sounds seemed to have caused the zombies, a swordswallowing atmosphere, like with a hive.

"Oh, shit."

"I know."

Kudo returns short to Yusuke's crush.

"We're interrupting."

Words of the president.

A risen zombie is following the three of them running out onto the sidewalk. There the van stuck and broke in with the zombies. Shortly afterwards, the van rocked in the wake of a zombie collision.

"Huh!"

Ono-ji's, voiceless scream.

A zombie, bounced off the door and rolled on the street, rises up again and hits an open window. I poke my face from between the welded iron lattices and try to bite this one with a vicious shape.

"Whoa!

Kudo's pruning scissors were stuck in his mouth. He crushes his teeth, pierces his throat, breaks through the skin of his cervical spine, and his tip jumps off the back of his neck. Red and black blood on the frame and the zombie's body trembles with horror. Then slowly, I stopped moving.

As Kudo put his foot on the door and pulled through the pruning scissors, the zombie slipped as-is, collapsing under the body of the vehicle.

It was a much lighter sight of repelling.

(... I see...)

Yusuke is heartfelt and leaks his admiration.

So did Kudo's handiwork, but he realized the benefit of the way he intercepted it in his car. The risk of exposing yourself to zombies is minimal, attacking the opponent's weakness, the head. If this were on the street, it wouldn't have been easy to deal with a thrusting zombie.

"Behind you! I'm coming!

The screams of Ono-ji rise.

From the entrance to the next building, two zombies were coming out on the sidewalk. Across the road and on the other side, I can see a little shadow.

The president punches his tongue and operates the shift lever. Sasaki's car set off abruptly. This one follows.

"Kudo!"

The president's yelling.

To the truck, a zombie was about to make his way.

When Kudo takes his hand out the window and provokes it, he's caught and coming this way.

The next time the zombie got caught in a small window, he had his right hand stretched inside, even as he was dragged by the car. Kudo rushes to distance himself from the van. Yusuke moved when he saw it.

Grab a rambling zombie arm from the side and drag it inside with all your strength. I also wear a jacket in my bike gloves so I don't have to worry about getting caught. When the zombie's body was pressed against the van, revealing the defenseless part from shoulder to neck, the gap was not missed, and Kudo's pruning bass was pounded with momentum.

The feeling of human skin being cleaved and the bones of the neck crushed when it is easy is transmitted from the arm grasping it. The finger is like a spider, so as to convey the severed demon.

(Mei...)

It was disgusting. I can't even delude myself with adrenaline because I don't have the nervousness to be attacked by zombies. It's as uncomfortable as holding down a bug with your bare hands.

Eventually, when the movement was quiet, Yusuke let go of his hand. The zombie falls straight outside and rolls away.

"Shit."

Kudo poisons small and closes small windows.

The air in the car finally calmed down as the train sped up and pulled the zombies back away.

"You can't. They'll be gathering right outside. Let's go without stops."

Copy that.

Kudo replied lightly to the president's words, melancholy of the dirty pruning bass with red and black blood, and began to plush with a cut of cloth.

Yusuke put the pile back that was rolling nearby and said in an easygoing tone.

"That's a good way to do it. I can wait in the car."

……

Kudo stops his hand and remains silent for a while.

He gazed at Yusuke.

"... sort of. I can't believe you're standing there alive on a sentry post, asshole."

Kudo answered as he moved his hand again.

In the dark, he seems to be criticizing the city hall's security posture.

Unlike barricades, indeed, cars can move as they please. It's also impeccably durable. If you get rid of your seat, it would be ideal as a shielded trench.

While the president grips the handle,

"It would be dangerous if we were surrounded, but a couple of those guys would be fine. Don't freak out too much."

The gaze points toward Ono-ji, which is reflected in the back mirror.

Ono-ji had a bloody lost look, holding the pile still, holding still in the direction of the zombie, who was already invisible.