Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

The van and truck lanes entered the interchange from the intersection of four lanes on one side and took the highway.

There was no car on the lamp and it went up smoothly, but by the time I reached the destination logistics center, I was blocked off the road several times. Most cars were parked on the shoulders of the road, but some of them blocked the middle of the road.

If you're simply left on the street, you can also move it in truck tow. But dumplings and burning chunks, etc., all had to be removed from the wreckage in total.

The vicinity of the toll booth was also heavily crowded and took considerable time to work towing the car like a puzzle. As we descended the interchange and reached near our destination, the sunset was beginning to fall.

(Well, I guess it was safer than going downstairs)

Yusuke singles as he looks at the red-baked sky.

There were no zombies on the highway. Most of the abandoned vehicles are deserted, too, and there's just something left like an occasional piece of vandalized shard.

If this were running down the road, it wouldn't be something I found out when the zombies would have sniffed me out.

Failure to collect supplies in the central district near City Hall would also be a safety precaution. It's a block of station buildings, skyscrapers, and underground streets, mainly hub stations boarded by JR and the subway. We'll have everything we need there, but it's also risky. More than that, let's get food in as safe a place as possible.

There was no zombie shadow on the campus of the logistics center. There are several trucks parked in the parking lot, but it's huge inside, with nice views.

The walls of the departure site were lined with shutters at equal intervals of about ten places, some of which were reared by trucks with open rear doors of the Kannon style. The platform is just the height of the truck carrier so that the luggage can be carried straight out of the center.

Like the convenience store earlier, the train was parked near the entrance where the reception was located, and Kudo and Yusuke stepped outside. Join Sasaki and the two bearded men, and the four of us head inside. The reconnaissance members had been decided on the move, and Kudo gave his name, and Yusuke was included there as well. The rest are waiting in the van.

Open the automatic door with a bar and go inside. Sneaking his footsteps, he proceeded through the hallway and stopped in front of the receptionist. Behind the counter, I see an unmanned office.

Sasaki said in a calm voice.

"If there were more than two of them, we'd go down to the van. One will do it here. Ready?"

Other humans hold their weapons and nod silently.

"Let's go."

Sasaki throws inside a bowl of ornamental plants that were on the counter. A pottery bowl hits the desk and jumps, making a loud noise in the office.

The reaction was immediate.

From behind the office, a clerk of a young woman in uniform appeared. No noticeable trauma, but his eyes are vain and his torso is shaking erratically.

"One. Let's do it."

The next moment, a woman broke in. He hits the desk, knocks down the trinket, and tries to get over the counter.

There, a number of iron pipes protruded. A handmade spear, sharpened with a grinder. One came off with his right hand blushed, two stabbed in his belly and chest, and one turned his neck. Viscous red and black blood erupts. The woman is still frozen as she is speared.

Yusuke rebuilt his body, pushed backwards by a zombie rush. The raw, lukewarm feel of piercing the meat is transmitted through a borough cloth wrapped around the grip, to hand.

Sasaki pulls out the spear and sticks his tip out with his exhalation.

The woman was pierced through the back of her head from her neck, so she finally stopped moving.

"... hu"

Breathe with no one.

The counter was supposed to be terrible with return blood. Throw the clerk's body on the floor, and the line goes inside. There are no other signs of zombies.

Sasaki looked around,

"Kudo, do you understand?

"The keys are on the shelves there. The back door leads to the hot water room and the conference room. On the left is the shipping yard. Toilets and dressing rooms are outside."

"Okay."

Yusuke is surprised by the breezy words he learned on his own. You noticed that gaze, Kudo shook his cover and said.

"I worked here part-time before."

"Oh, I see"

It must also be Kudo who proposed this logistics center for food procurement.

"It was like a fucking job, though. Do whatever it takes."

Sasaki smiled.

"That's a good word." I'll do anything. ""

"Really. That helps."

The bearded man also laughs.

Kudo laughs bitterly, Yusuke is also caught and takes the form of a laugh. Nearby, the clerk's body rolls, and four people are laughing right next to it. After the nervousness broke, it was a hysterical black laugh.

Anyway, he regained his mind, and the four resumed their exploration. There were no zombies in the adjacent areas, and a first safety was ensured.

Even so, the area of the office is not a tenth of the logistics center. The rest has vast warehouses, sorting yards, roller conveyors to flush luggage, etc. It's not how much zombies lurk.

The center was on two floors and was to crush the ground floor first.

Return to the van to rendezvous with your buddies, climb the slopes of every car, and get onto the platform. The lighting is stopped, so it's dim in the center. The only headlights I can count on are the headlights I've made high beam.

Make sure to sew between a stacked pallet of cardboard or a small container of plastic and proceed to the back.

With rows of racks stretching out to the ceiling, the outlook gets worse and worse. We parked the van in a place that was likely to be easy to fight, and the train entered the interception position. Connect the two vans in series, like walls.

"Here we go."

With the president's words, the horn rang.

After a while, a number of figures emerged from the back of the darkness along with some awkward signs. Mixed with the guys in work clothes walking fluffy, I can also see guys in personal clothes.

They have quickly arrived.

To a bunch of zombies, around the van quickly becomes a training ground. The president also opens the passenger seat window slightly, spearing away the zombies poking their hands and faces at the iron lattice. With the hustle and bustle and yelling, the place began to get more and more confused. The scream of Ono-ji rises.

"Behind you too! I'm stuck!

"Just leave me alone! They can't crack it with their power!

A zombie is grasping and shaking an iron lattice welded to the frame of the rear door. It's tapping and catching windows from the gap, but it's not heavily scratched.

"Scissors taken! Give me the pile!"

"Yes, sir."

Throw the pile in your hand and Yusuke takes the next pile and looks out the window.

(Wow... this is such a training ground)

Even Yusuke, who knows he won't be attacked, still feels bad about being hit by a zombie. The van sways tightly and a vicious shaped zombie surrounds it through the window.

Continue to repel the zombies while taking turns with Kudo occasionally. Stick an iron pipe spear in the belly of a zombie trying to climb the roof. Other zombies want to be there and can't collect them, give up and kick them out. To the zombie who has laid his hand on the small window from the bottom, he shakes down his hammer and smashes his wrist. The battle was prolonged because the small windows were small and not always able to target the zombie's head.

The raid lasted about twenty minutes, but the physical sensation felt like a few hours.

When it was quiet, there were more than a dozen zombies scattered around the van. I heard the sound of battle and came from the next. We were not surrounded at once, so we were able to repel, but there were some pretty dangerous occasions.

Yusuke lowered his back and breathed as he explored the back of the dark with flashlights and confirmed that he could not see the zombie shadow.

"I'm tired -... Zombies. You guys do this all the time?

"It's not this intense... It was a little bad."

Kudo shakes his head as he brings it firmly to the wall.

This is one of the buildings. If you were fighting all over the city, you'd be swallowed up by a sea of zombies in no time.

After the president had checked the safety of the other van on the radio, he opened his mouth so that he could be nagged as he soaked the blood back in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry, it's for food. Forgive me for being a little impotent."

"Oh yeah...... Think of the age of the president. It's harassing to watch."

"Uh-oh."

The president said with a bitter laugh.

They called in the vast majority of the zombies on the first horn, and there were hardly any raids anywhere else.

After exploring the ground floor one way, we move upstairs.

It's a form of building a van wall under the stairs and directing it that far to intercept. If you rode upstairs alive and were attacked by such a number of zombies as you did earlier, you would surely be wiped out first.

All the inducements were served by a pair of Sasaki and Mustache men.

Tap walls and floors with iron pipes and explore the zombies one by one from in front. There is one or many of them coming out, but still carefully back to the van and processed. The spirit diminishes, but it was an easier task than earlier. Zombies stop coming out after a few rounds, and we all go upstairs.

Flash lights blur through the vast darkness lined with racks and roller conveyors. It was an uncomfortable environment, not knowing where the zombies were coming from.

Kudo speaks up on the lid.

"You have a reach. Do you want to use this?"

By the wall, there was a small forklift for a stand-up ride. Kudo rides over and turns it on. When I stepped on the pedal and operated the accelerator lever with my right hand and the handle with my left hand, I heard the motor driving sound and began to pivot fine.

"The battery looks fine."

"Then ask for the lead. All that's left is the back."

Copy that.

Yusuke was to follow behind with Kudo's spear because both hands would be blocked during the lift's maneuver. Forklift lights blur forward.

After a while, Kudo opened his mouth. He speaks to Yusuke in a low voice.

"Don't think about it."

"... what?

"Didn't you give these scenes to the aliens? I forgot two or three. It's like a forklift."

"Uh... a movie? There was. The one who fights his best balls with a power loader."

"Look at that again - hey... I haven't even seen 4 yet. There's a different title, but there's a new one out there."

"I was bored, that. Do you want me to rattle you?

"I'm not here. You mean, boring? Seriously?"

"I wonder if it depends on people... Why don't you go to the renter next time?

"... it's better to go get the DVD, isn't it? Take down the zombies. That sucks..."

Sigh Kudo, the president cracks from behind.

"You guys be a little more vigilant"

"Excuse me. But you're not coming to the zombies."

"It's you... But you do. No sign of it."

"Looks like the second floor was originally low."

Sasaki says it's pompous.

It is a passage about three metres wide, with a roller conveyor running in the centre. On both sides of it were shelves lined up and the goods displayed like supermarkets.

On the ground floor, there was a lot of storage in cardboard and containers, but the area I'm in now seems to be a place to use for individual shipments. By the way, cases and carts for picking were left unattended.

There was a noise in the back left side of the lid.

On the other side of the shelf. Somewhat apart.

Tension increases at once.

The light behind explores the area, but I can't see the shadows.

It was a dragging footstep. Getting closer and closer.

"I've been there before. Shit."

The voice of Kudo's warning.

Only his legs could be seen on the periphery where the light of the light swept and reached. It soon became the figure of a workwear man and appeared in the light.

Kudo slowly lowers one foot to the floor, keeping his gaze on the zombie, and receives a spear in his rear hand. They're going to use the lift as a shield to intercept.

It is narrow between the left shelf and the conveyor and the lift is blocked forward. It's hard for Yusuke to fight side by side. I want to get over the conveyor and get out on the other side, but I don't even want to be too far from the line.

By mixing in a group, you're deluding yourself about not being attacked by a zombie. When zombies bare the side, it's a lot worse.

The zombie rocked his upper body, stripped his teeth out like a beast, and started running here. He gets over the fork that protrudes in front of the lift, hands on the frame, and tries to forcefully slip through it with the shelf.

Kudo stuck his spear out there. An iron pipe pierces the belly of a work outfit.

But the zombie doesn't go through it unintentionally, draining blood from his mouth, gripping the frame of the lift with his left hand and squinting it in here.

"Todome, prick it!

To Kudo's cry, Yusuke tries to come forward, but a warning was issued by Sasaki in the rear.

"He's up there!

"Whoa......!

From the top of the shelf, a shadow jumped on the lift. Another zombie came through the shelves. The body is prevented by the front mast, but Kudo is also jumped by impact.

(Do it)

Kudo has nodded to the floor and let go of his weapon to see if it was a bad hit.

The novice zombie is rolling across the lift, but the first zombie to stab an iron pipe in his belly crawls out of the gap.

Towards its head, Yusuke quickly stuck his tip out. The hips and stomps rode well and the pointy tips penetrated the lateral head of the cranium easily.

The zombie's head shakes and the focus of his cloudy eyes slowly melts. I had a good response.

Yusuke kicks the zombie and pulls out the spear, trying to stand up across the lift, pointing at the other one.

(Calm down, calm down... It's not this way anyway. margin…)

Hurry and fear drive you crazy at hand. You can't beat the power of a zombie, if you tighten your sides and stick them straight, you hit it. I'm getting the hang of it in the first floor training yard.

The zombie jumps on the forward right conveyor. There, Yusuke stuck a spear in with his temper. The tip shredded the zombie's temples, sliding off the surface of the skull to the side.

"Oh, my God."

Eggy meat and bones are visible, but not a great deal of scratches on zombies. Hurry and pull back the spear while the opponent is down. Now it hit my chest. A sharp tip swells through the thoracic cavity and blood stains the workwear and spreads. Still, the zombies didn't stop moving, they pushed each other. Bad minutes because the other person is on top.

The next moment, a flash ran beside Yusuke. An iron pipe pierces the zombie's right eye. It's Kudo's blow up. The zombie collapses into the conveyor after being pushed by the impact. But it's still hanging.

Yusuke let go of the spear at once, jumped the zombie on his foot and waved down the knife he pulled out of his hips. Support with both hands and poke around the orbits of those who are safe. Every time I rip the soft tissue inside, the zombies tremble in fright. The feeling of the knife hitting the bone around you and scraping it is transmitted to your hand.

(Damn, that's disgusting...)

If we kill each other, I guess we don't care because of excitement, but for Yusuke, it's pest control of the Humanity.

Finally the zombie movement stops.

Yusuke exhaled as he felt the tailored response in his palm.

(... Huh. I guess I'm used to it)

When you aim at your head from the start, there's a big gap when it comes off. Stopping the move and then targeting your head still seems the most certain thing.

Put your foot on the zombie's head and pull the knife out. From the open wound, blood and cerebral plasma spill. When I swung and skipped to the floor, I glanced at Kudo.

"Critical's hard to come by, after all."

…………

Kudo keeps staring at this one silently, saying nothing.

When the battle was over, I went in to clean up the place. They even had one zombie out in the back, and that was the last of the zombies upstairs.

◇

Returning to the ground floor, locking shutters and entrances to ensure safety, he was first to rest his body in the office. It was late at night, because the date was already about to change. Food collection will be tomorrow.

Move the desk and create a barricade at the entrance to the office. There was a stove in the warehouse, so I brought it into the open space and put the fire in. Fortunately, the fuel remained.

Bedtime watches take turns for two. On that middle shift, Yusuke and Kudo were sitting in front of the barricade. The only light that illuminates the scene is the light I put on the floor. The campus is quiet and does not make a single noise.

The chatter that kept pounding on my drowsiness also tended to break off. It was a snowy mountain tranquility, like darkness falling, not to mention awareness.

Kudo changed the subject to Fuji.

"... those glasses"

"What?

"It's more usable than I thought."

"Heh..."

Glasses. College-style man, I'm talking about Ono-ji.

"Well, you're not a bad guy. I'm serious."

In the body disposal after the zombie sweep, he had taken the lead in carrying the body, even though he had a blue face. He couldn't help me in the fight, so he wants me to do this. I don't mind my clothes getting dirty.

Kudo shook his head,

"I have that, too. I wasn't even panicking about my zombie opponent. I have to pull my leg off. That's enough. Based on the number of places, it becomes a force of war."

"... that's surprisingly sweet"

Kudo distorted his lips to a tearing Yusuke's words.

"You're seeing worse in my company. You've been poking at me for looking weak because of the size of the figure, but it hasn't been very helpful since the zombies came out. Not to mention jumping out the window in a twitch. Try to escape the zombies. Compared to that, those glasses are better."

"I see."

"You... Aren't you afraid of zombies?

……

Suddenly, Yusuke mumbled.

Kudo continues his words.

"I'm freaking out inside. Just don't let them eat you. So I can kill relentlessly. Even the appearance of a human being. Kill him before he kills you."

Kudo cut the words once,

"You'd be cool if you did it. I can't say it well...... Anger at zombies - or hostility. I don't really feel that. But it's a little easy to kill him."

…………

"What were you doing before you came to the bureau? Were you hanging out with zombies?

"Hmm...... Well...... Until we rendezvous, I stood in the supermarket with the walkers. I'm alone now, though."

"... well"

Kudo clutches his mouth at first sight.

I also feel that something may have been misunderstood, but it was a hassle, so I skipped the detailed explanation.

Change the subject.

"When I say calm down, isn't that guy Sasaki amazing? I feel like I'm used to it."

Uh, and Kudo cheeks,

"Mr. Sasaki was originally from the militia. I'm talking about coming to our house after about ten years of doing it. The infantry had an octopus hole and it was Sasaki who thought about using the car. You don't feel the same way. Is that the kind of relationship you're in?

"No. It's just Lehman"

"Hmmm...... You can count on me, and I don't care. Sorry, that's weird."

"Fine, don't worry"

Yusuke waved,

(Former self-defense officer... caution)

You can count on your allies, but it's troublesome to turn to your enemies. Though it wouldn't be so dangerous because it seems like a calm atmosphere, a man of hope.

(But it's not these guys after all... Much decent, I don't feel crazy at all...)

If it was a dangerous group like the one that cracked City Hall, it was going to be eliminated by clinging to food exploration. Now that the rescue of the militia is becoming suspicious, what is at stake is the bud of internal strife. It's not that hard to talk about, as it just lets zombies attack you by looking at gaps during exploration. I also keep my pistol hidden.

What's in the back of my brain is a woman's radio, the day before I escaped from the supermarket. I was trying to trap this one, or at least it was a call while hiding some intent.

It's possible that that radio person is listening to the City Hall broadcast and joining us. It cannot be called dangerous, but it was an element of anxiety.

(If the militia gave it to me, it would be a one-shot solution. What are you doing)

If the rescue of the militia is finalized, we don't even need to pay much attention to the safety of the people at City Hall. In an attempt to diminish somewhat, he will be able to make contact with other groups at the rescue destination.

But in case there's no rescue.

At that time, the survival of City Hall will be the only human resource left around here.

In particular, the doctor Makura is important.

Few others, such as surviving doctors, will be found.

That alone is worth sticking to.

I want to take it so that Yusuke can maintain the population with some stability in a way that doesn't take much effort.

It's troublesome when it comes to trouble, but there's nothing else to do. It's good to pull somewhere and play and live appropriately,

(Looks like you can always do that.)

There's as much time as there is, and only now can we act in association with survivors. It would be good to pull somewhere when we fail to retain the population.

After that, we didn't talk much, and it was time for a change. Wake up a substitute human and sit by the wall slightly away from the stove. Yusuke closed his eyes and rested his body, taking care not to fall asleep.

◇

"The accelerator is your lever. Forward and backward. There is no clutch because it is electric. It only moves while you're stepping on the pedal below. Brake when released. Turn the handle normally."

"Ho."

Following Kudo's lecture, Yusuke was operating the forklift. Unlike the large forklifts you see in the harbor and elsewhere, this one is a stand-up little thing. They are commonly used indoors because electricity helps small circles and doesn't pollute the air.

"That's so easy."

"You can't fork into the palette yet. It's hard to fit. Just give me the guy on the floor... okay?"

"Fine-tune it... you're in"

"Lift and tilt. Mandarin lever. Look at the leaning of the fork. Horizontal is fine."

"Humph."

"Don't move forward with your luggage. I don't have a good vision, and if I put on a sudden brake, I'll fall forward. The basics are back. Go slow."

"Okay."

As they say, carry a loaded pallet of food cases to the shipping yard. Next to it, Kudo follows by pushing the cart. Getting around on the forklift was quite comfortable.

(Interesting... it's someone else's advantage to have this kind of knowledge)

You won't have to practice from the manual by yourself, but it will be much more troublesome.

"I'd like to take one home, this"

"Even so, it needs charging..."

"Waste?"

"That's food today. For now."

At the shipping yard, a member was carrying luggage onto a truck attached to a shutter. The van cannot be used for transport because it is used for defense.

Going around is a basket car with a vertical cover of about two metres on the trolley. Carry cases and containers from the back and lower them. Ono-ji, wrapped in a towel around his neck, also worked for loading into the truck.

The president, who was overseeing the cargo, looked at Yusuke and said:

"There were two trucks that remained locked. Let's load it up over there too."

"You're going to be a big fish."

"There's a lot of people over there. I'll take it with me."

Yusuke thinks about that dialogue.

(For once, are you willing to share food...)

I was also thinking about the pattern of monopolizing the food I got in a group, but that also seems worrying.

Over lunch, loading into the truck continued. The automatic warehouse in the back had stopped electricity, so I had difficulty removing it from the inside, but some cases of pet bottles and some preferences were also held up, such as liquor and confectionery.

When I put the third truck on the platform and started loading it, I had trouble.

"Hey, you got some baggage left."

One of my buddies glances in the truck and goes in to see what's going on in the back.

"Mr. President, I have some seasonings too. Once you get them out..."

A man's words were taken from the lid.

To that abrupt cut, Yusuke turns his gaze while operating the forklift.

There was the figure of a fellow coming out lagging behind and the figure of a man in a suit, walking down a pile of luggage following it.

The eyes are vain, the white shirt torn from side to belly and discoloured red and black.

At the same time I realized who it was, an anger rose from all around me.

"A zombie! Call the watch!"

"Bring the weapon!

Badly in between, the watch with the spear was outside the platform or on the other side of the shipping yard. Other humans only have about the tools that hang on their belts to carry their luggage.

A man who was lagging behind stumbled on his luggage and fell back. Seeing it, the zombie changes the slow motion until then and hits the man. The scream of the pushed down man went up.

(Uh... Is he dead? Is that...)

In the confused air, Yusuke operated the steering wheel and turned the fuselage. Tilt the accelerator lever fully open and steep the lift.

There was a figure standing right next to the training ground.

Glasses man.

It's Ono-ji.

In a position on the way down from the basket car, he stops moving like he's frozen, staring at the rubbing zombie and the man. He's stopped thinking about the sudden emergence of zombies.

"Back off, Ono-ji. Ah!

The president's yelling.

That triggered it.

"Wah... whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ono-ji rushed into the two rubbing as he shouted. On the verge of a zombie trying to eat on a man's neck, he tackles a covered zombie, and with that momentum he follows and rolls to the side.

"Stupid! Don't panic!

"Get the car out! Drop it outside!

The two rolling men changed their posture as they continued, and Ono-ji became a horse rider on top. Ono-ji is screaming and slamming a case that was nearby on the face of the zombie as he pays for the zombie hand he grabs.

The truck moved and Sukima spread between it and the platform. The plate of delivery deviates and the ground below widens from its clearance.

"Get away!"

Ono-ji looks up to Yusuke's voice. I noticed a lift thrusting through me and jumped sideways in an unexpectedly agile motion.

Yusuke operated the lever and raised the fork. Fit the height to the zombie you're about to stand up to, swirling and hitting it.

The shock was huge. Grab the frame and support the body that hangs on. With the handle and brake, the lift didn't have to slip off, but the zombie jumped under the platform.

"Back off! Hit it!"

President's shout-out to the truck.

After a moment, the body suddenly bucked. Just there, there was a zombie figure trying to get up with her hands on the platform.

Under massive compression, the zombie's chest is crushed, along with the crushing sound of a dead tree. A large amount of blood erupts from its mouth like a fountain, soiling its collar.

Even in that state, the zombie in the suit was still looking left and right, trying to crawl up. The zombie finally stopped moving when Sasaki, rushing from the watch, smashed its head with a spear blow.

The place calms down and the air finally calms down.

Kudo hurriedly crouched when he noticed that Ono-ji remained rolling blindly.

"Did they bite you!?

Drag your body up and forcefully check your limbs.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no trauma, and when he found out about it, Kudo sat down like he was out of his mind.

"Don't be impotent..."

Ono-ji, by contrast, kept his eyes wide open, breathing heavily.

"Yes... yes, yes... yes. Excuse me."

There, the president's voice rose as he watched the other man.

"This one's fine too! He's not bitten anywhere!

To the words, the air of relief finally spread.

"Seriously, it's dangerous... It freaks me out..."

Kudo breathes heavily.

The man who was attacked was shaking his head as he sat with his temples contained and shook off the sight between his deaths. I have the president by my side, and I'm watching.

"Are you all right?

"He held me down... my bright red mouth pounded and spread... and I thought I was going to die"

"You made it just in time. I poked at Ono-ji with my bare hands. Say thank you to both of you."

"Yes......"

The man looked up, looking at Yusuke and Ono-ji,

"Thanks. Thanks......"

Deeply bow your head.

Yusuke responded lightly with his hands up, but Ono-ji shook his head in haste,

"Oh, no, I'm the one who's late to help..."

"Shut up and take it."

Kudo puts his head on.

The tension broke off and the laughter spread like a different wave.