Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

After I left the logistics center, before sundown, I could go back to City Hall.

Put a truck full of food in the basement, contact the steering committee, and carry it up with a total of free human beings.

The underground parking lot had brilliant lights and many manpower carried cardboard and cases to the ground. That look is all bright.

Last night, there was also a pessimistic atmosphere about whether they were wiped out again by the people who didn't return to procure food. There, more lanes than went, and tons of supplies were held up. The good news had spread to people all over City Hall.

(What the hell)

And now Yusuke is standing in the front seat of the city hall. In front of you, there are over a hundred people. Almost everyone in City Hall was gathered, with the exception of minimal security people.

That's the big hall that blew through the fourth and fifth floors, where the city council was open before the pandemic. There is a rind-bowled council seat, with press seats and listening seats in the rear. The room was large enough to accommodate all the people in City Hall.

The starting point is the president's proposal.

At 7 p.m., at dinner time, he wants us to gather all the humans we can gather in the hall.

Meetings were held with the committee and a dinner party was to be held.

At the end of the wall, food was piled up with mountains, and I could take whatever I wanted, provided I ate it on this occasion. A drink server was placed with the cooperation of the supply squad, and tea and juices were distributed in paper cups.

The dinner party had begun with the chairman's water bridge greeting and had concluded with words of gratitude to the humans who had made their way to procuring food. Afterwards, it became an all-you-can-eat party, with a nasty atmosphere like never before.

As the meal came to a paragraph, the chairman's water bridge stood forward. As the person who led this food procurement, the president was introduced.

The president holds the microphone and climbs onto the stage.

The story began with an introduction, in which he expressed his gratitude for listening to the broadcast of City Hall and evacuating it, for being able to live in this safe place thanks to it.

He also told us that thanks to the chairman, Mizuhashi, and the vice-chairman and doctor Makura, as well as other members of the steering committee, we were able to live a civilized life even in this unprecedented situation, and that we made our own move to reward them.

"We still have tons of supplies left where we're headed. No food problems, at least for a few months"

Oh, and voices leak from the audience.

"You'll also get the fuel you need to generate electricity. There are a large number of abandoned vehicles on the route we have pioneered this time. From now on, we're going to identify other safe places, and we're going to get the necessities."

The face of the audience shines to expectations. of the humans next door, whispers leak.

"Here are some of my colleagues on their way to procurement this time"

Zazu, the men who sat solidified in their seats near the stage rose. It's the president's group.

Look around, Ono-ji panics.

"Oh, that."

"Let's go. Whoa."

Kudo drags me up, and Ono-ji pulls me too.

He nodded with his gaze, and Yusuke reluctantly followed. A short distance from the president on the stage, the men line up.

"Here they are"

The president continued.

"You put your own life at risk, and you fought for me. If you look at the car parked in the basement, you'll see, the battle was intense. It's not weird when anyone dies, that's the situation. The food problem was solved thanks to them, who fought in it without sparing us. Please, I want you to be happy for their safety."

That said, the president lowers the microphone and looks around the hall.

The clapping noise, which began flashing, spread quickly.

of the risen men, wrapped in the applause of thunder.

(What the...)

Kudo flutters next door, and Ono-ji is hardened by tension.

Yusuke stood still as he was introduced, not expecting this teeth-floating, back twitching development.

◇

After the dinner party, a launch was scheduled for only the humans who participated in this expedition.

I rented a room for that, I was holding the food and preparing it, but even when it was time to assemble, I didn't see Ono-ji.

Yusuke and Kudo, who went looking for him, found the figure on the way down the hall. Surrounded by two strange men, they're being questioned somehow.

"Oops - Raku.... What are you doing?

To Kudo's interruption, the men raise their faces.

Seeing Yusuke and Kudo, the men gave a bad-looking look of a bat and walked away without saying anything.

"What the hell are they... Feeling nothing"

Kudo snaps.

Ono-ji said it was a snack.

"Oh, uh, they asked me about the zombies..."

"Zombie, no?

"Um, did you really fight? Oh, I threw the hygiene squad out of work, so I thought I bothered you."

"Huh?

Kudo's face is viciously distorted. I glanced at the two of them about to walk away behind the hallway,

"I'll educate you"

Throw away a word and try to follow.

"Oh, hey, wait! I don't care!

Onoji Temple, who desperately pulls away;

"Stop it. We can't help it if we fight."

Uninterested, Yusuke stares at his departing back.

Kudo swung back like he was sick of it.

"You guys, if they lick you, it's over, seriously. We've been killing each other with zombies. What's so annoying about that? Shit."

"Ugh, yeah......"

Kudo sighed deeply,

"No. If you get involved, tell Takemura or me."

"Me too... fine."

To the two words, Ono-ji nodded with a bitter smile.

◇

Liquor was provided for the launch. This one seems to be a human privilege that went sourcing. There were several women around who said they were clerks in the president's office, giving members discretion.

As the banquet prolonged, key members such as the president and Sasaki began discussions by spreading the map to the floor. Wherever we can get supplies safely, I guess we're considering that.

Looking away at it, Yusuke rebuts his words.

"Procurement Squad...... Hey"

On this occasion, he said, a new one would be established on the steering committee.

"Whoa. It's not a decision yet, but they're gonna keep our group."

"Is that the president's suggestion?

"Seems."

Kudo talks with a paper cup in one hand and in a sloppy position.

"Hmmm......"

Yusuke thinks.

(I don't know how this ended up... eating food as a souvenir to the committee...)

If you're just going to pick up some food, you don't have to hit the steering committee. You can suggest it up there and wait for the vote to come down.

It may be somewhat delayed, but collisions like before departure will be avoided. If the food is finally stuffed with chopped feathers, then who has to go?

Forcefully, it was only my group that forced me to do so because I did not like the Commission taking the lead. If we follow the Commission, it is possible that groups will be split up in the distribution to each task, and we will not be able to move ourselves. The tighter the bundle, the harder it will be to accept.

Even if we continue to be independent, there are only a few things we can do in small numbers. Nothing can be done without the cooperation of the committee than to be inside City Hall. If so, I'll have to eat it up.

Though walking alone, this track record of risking your life to get food should be quite advantageous.

There have been some prior clashes, but as far as what is going on in the hall, we have settled with the Commission. Considerable remarkability will be gained in the future. The dinner party was a ceremony to make it known.

But of course, that's not bad. It's saving people at City Hall as a result. Take the initiative to take on the danger, there is no monopoly on food. Ancient ginseng and new ginseng are also moving towards the resolution of the conflict. Sufficient as a contribution to the community.

"Mr. President, you're a doer."

"Yeah?"

"No, I thought people were different."

"Ma 'ah. That old man, yeah, I can see him. He's intelligent. I can draw drawings. I'm a graduate of architecture, and I've been studying the urban environment."

"Yeah... awesome unexpected"

"That's right... even though you look like a square muscle"

"No, I won't say that much..."

"That's it, my father, who worked at the factory, fell down and then took over. If it weren't for that, I'd probably be in some general contractor."

"I see... a lot of stuff"

"That's right. People have a history."

"What are you doing, too?

"Me? I..., well, that's good"

Kudo clouded his words.

"Well, anyway, let's keep up the good work."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not in the procurement squad."

"Ah? Why not. You're not into any other work, are you?

"I have a lot to do. I'll help you in your spare time."

"What the heck...... well. I don't have a choice. Come visit me anytime."

"Ooh."

"Ono-ji's coming in, right?

The water is pointed, and Ono-ji blinds his eyes.

The liquor was in and a little quieter, but Ono-ji nodded loudly,

"I'll do it. I'll do my best."

"Okay, well said. Mr. Nee, please, give this guy booze."

Called, a slightly older clerk comes to an exaggeration with the look of having no choice. Onodera was taking it, wandering away.

◇

A few days later, Yusuke had been called to the doctor, Makura, to the infirmary.

The chair is recommended and the hips are lowered. The hot drinks served had a refreshing hint of tea leaves.

"I got a new cup of tea. That's a privilege for the infirmary. Go ahead."

"Guys."

Take a bite.

Across the street, in the same way, there was the figure of Makura in white, who tasted the scent with a drink of water. The wavy hair is clean and clean, but the neighborhood under your eyes is not hidden.

After enjoying the tea silently for a while, I put down a hot drink.

"The other day, thank you"

Makura said so, bowing his head deeply.

"Oh...... no"

"Thanks to you, the food problem has been solved. Your anxiety seems to have cleared up, and there are fewer likes within City Hall. I can't thank you enough."

"I just rode my butt horse, so thank you to another human being"

"Of course, I'm telling you. For the procurement team, we each had time."

"To all?

"Yes, because I wanted to hear more about it."

(Asked about the circumstances)

Yusuke thought as he rinsed his tea.

There was also a slight collision before we left, so maybe that dissolution is combined.

"Sounds like a pretty fierce fight."

"Well."

"Was it dangerous outside?

"Well... you're listening. from other human beings."

"Takemura-san wanted to ask for your opinion."

"... I don't think it would have been weird to wipe it all out whenever there was any trouble. There were a few occasions like that."

"... I see"

Makura nodded small.

"Overlapping, thank you. Just..."

Makura cut the word once.

"It is a burden on the mind to deal with those things, as long as the appearance is the same as that of a person. Even more so in dangerous situations. It burns in my heart."

Makura dropped her gaze and silenced.

Eventually I open my mouth.

"Such a terrible memory, the sight... Sometimes it can be easier by putting it in your mouth and sharing it with someone. Someone close or even me. All I can do is ask."

"Speaking of which... when you first introduced me, you said you were also counseling"

"Right. The first time I stood here, many of you remember those memories vividly."

"Heh..."

Indeed, depression over zombies was also seen by members. Ono-ji was under a lot of stress, and even that Kudo, one of his scales shows. Other members will be large and small. It's some kind of killing with a corpse. It's weirder to be decent.

(Counselor for the traumatized ones while doing doctors with the leader? It's a good way to grasp the inside and control the hearts and minds but... that's a perfect overwork)

Yusuke glanced at Makura with cold eyes.

"Those guys, it doesn't matter how many they do. I don't care if you look at me like a patient."

Makura slowly raised her gaze.

Eyes with strange colors shoot Yusuke through.

"Does that... mean it's no big deal, rather than killing people?

The air stops.

Yusuke silently stared at Makura's face.

Silence flows between them.

Tingling and tension increase.

"... late moon"

To Yusuke's twinkle, Makura replied without changing his expression.

"I couldn't help but ask about what happened at the supermarket. Fujino has always protected you... No, he said you were right."

"Is there anything right or wrong? I just let the kid kill me."

"... you have no regrets?

"None"

"What about dreaming about that sight?

I don't think so.

"... Really?"

Yusuke assembled an agura on the chair and placed his back behind him.

"I wonder if you've been certified as a dangerous person."

"... don't go around in a chair"

Makura lost her gaze at the lack of interest and took a sip of tea.

Hmm, and I sigh deeply.

Then change the subject,

"Speaking of which, didn't Mr. Takemura join the procurement squad?

"Oh."

"Even where you think? Your friend and I seemed close."

Friends. Do you mean Kudo and Ono-ji?

Don't touch on that,

"I have to do this for a while."

"... what is that, may I ask?

"Uh... well, I'll tell him. Tomorrow I'm going to check out the militia base."

Makura seems to have been poked at the intention,

"To the base?

"Communication with the militia, it's stopped, isn't it?

Silence.

It hasn't been a snack, but for some time now, communications have been completely interrupted.

"... Yes"

"Anyway, whether we wait for rescue or think about other options, we'll have to see what's going on over there."

"It's...... but quite a distance away. In danger…"

"I can go by bike on my own"

…………

"If the base is safe and the helicopter just can't fly... If we scout, develop the route, and prepare for the perimeter... we may be able to move everyone by land to the base."

…………

"Even if you have food, you won't be here forever. What happens in the spring"

To the words, Makura gave a contemplative look.

"Mr. Takemura... do you think those will come out on the street again?

"I think it's likely"

…………

Makura was fuzzy with her thoughts for a while, but eventually opened her mouth.

"Right...... I don't know outside. You're not persuasive against Mr. Takemura, even if I say so. In the first place, it may be hard for me to say something."

That's what I say and sigh.

"What the hell..."

"No, not like that..."

Makura turned away,

"Takemura-san can go anywhere by bike."

"Ma'am. I don't have zombies right now."

"Didn't you think to look for somewhere else, somewhere safer than here? There was plenty of food."

…………

To Yusuke, who shuts up, Makura turns her gaze to explore.

"... is it for Fujino?

"No. Something... isn't it a little too sticky?

"I want to know if you can be trusted. Anyway, he's dangerous."

"I thought counseling felt kinder..."

"This would be faster for Takemura-san."

Makura answers with a firm look.

Am I blaming you for being disrespectful in the distance?

Sure, it would be Yusuke to talk to Makura like this in this city hall.

Makura smiled bitterly at the fudge,

"Excuse me. I was just kidding."

"Oh, no..."

"Thank you for contacting the base. I'll keep you informed everywhere, so if you need anything, just say anything. Please don't push me."

"Guys..."

Yusuke replied briefly to Makura, who rapidly returns to his face as a mentor.

I just got separated from the story, and I get up. On the way to the door, I found an unfamiliar object in the corner of my sight.

In the shadow of a stacked book, packing sheets of empty tablets were rolling in bulk.

You noticed that gaze, Makura says.

"It's a sleeping pill. I haven't been sleeping lately."

"... shouldn't we be doing a little less work?

"Yeah, but it's okay."

"... I hope so"

"Excuse me. Something ugly."

Makura begins to clear the top of the desk.

With that figure behind him, Yusuke left the infirmary.