Yusuke ran the motorcycle after City Hall, against the backdrop of a quiet city.
Navigation is unavailable, so sometimes I stop and modify the direction as I look at the map.
After about two hours, I could see the base.
(Ooh, is that it)
I soon found that out from a distance, because that was a pretty heterogeneous sight compared to what was around me.
On the other side of the two-lane road, the site stretches from left to right. The iron fence surrounding the site was about a metre high, but behind it, a plate of wood or synthetic resin was stretched, and a pile of earthworms at the back glanced at his face.
On top of that, moreover, the scaffolding corridors of the construction site are arranged all the way to the left and right. It would be for attacking from above the fence, but it also has an anti-fall railing, which is pretty authentic construction.
If you look closely, dry blood and flesh pieces crept all over the hedge beneath the fence. It would be a trail of battle with the zombies that attacked the base. I don't see any carcasses, so maybe I'm cleaning them up.
Still, there's no one to hurt. It's also a strange story that we're building this many defensive facilities, but we don't have a lookout.
Running around the grounds, looking for the main entrance. Along the way, there were also surveillance towers with light projectors, about three or four metres high. There are no people here either.
At last, the main entrance I found was stunning.
The closed iron gate, which would be about a meter in normal time, is now reinforced in height by a barricade, with armoured cars sidelined. On the road ahead, too, a fence filled with barbed wire about two metres across, along with earthen sacs, was placed as a number of alert lines.
Approaching the main entrance as we slid through the side, blood stains showing intense fighting still tainted the asphalt on the road. The lateral gate pillar is covered with a castle stone carving the name of the garrison.
(Can't you do this on a motorcycle...)
Give up the intrusion, lay it across the main entrance and turn off the engine.
From the observation deck, which was added to the guard room by the gate, a light-less projector looked down at this one.
(Still, I don't see any signs of people...)
Yusuke sighs as he takes on the field bag.
If there's a survivor, it's likely to respond to the motorcycle's engine sounds.
Scaffolding the bike seat and letting the bag go across the main entrance. Then he lifted his body with the force of his arm and crossed the gate.
The interior I finally saw was idle. Wide stretches of roads and uprooted buildings make me think of some big factory rather than an army base.
The automated gate for the vehicle remained up, with power or telephone wires, thick, skinned cords stretching many sides of the road.
(It's surprisingly normal.)
With the field bag on his shoulder, Yusuke approached the information board beside him, looking around intriguingly. The position of the gymnasium, grounds, auditorium and management building is noted along with a brief illustration.
(Do you want to go from near field for now)
Temperatures are low and not as sweaty as walking.
On the way, I hit a number of alert lines. It is open now or for the movement of vehicles, but with mobile iron fences and earthbags piled on the walls, the roads can be immediately sealed off. It would be for a second or third line of defense if it allowed an intrusion into the interior. Tsuji also had a base surrounded by earthen sacs.
If you look at the nearby lawn, the soil is dug back and a sheltered trench is built in the ground. When we can't retreat in time, will we temporarily run away and buy time?
(Hmmm...... that's a pro)
Things are different from city hall barricades.
In the current situation, where ammunition is limited, these position-building capabilities are likely to exert more power than the simple firepower of the militia.
(As far as I can see, it's not an atmosphere of losing to the zombies outside...)
By the way, I can see after the confusion on the equipment thrown out, but one way or the other, the atmosphere is like after the night escape. We also found some zombie bodies, but the numbers are small. It seems true that there was a battle while on a small scale...
I saw the ground on my left. A dark green tent is lined up without gaps.
I'm intrigued and explore inside, but there were no people here either. At first, I thought it was meant to accommodate the evacuees, but apparently it was used for the sleepovers of the crew. At the main points between the tents, walls are built with earthen sacs, allowing time to be bought even in the event of an ambush.
(The other thing is, are the evacuees in the barracks?)
Probably put the evacuees in the building as a priority and they were using their tents. It's a head down story, but there was something more disturbing than that.
(How many of these...)
Signs of considerable vehicle movement were left on the ground. In retrospect, I hardly remember seeing a vehicle.
Follow the mud that remains in the asphalt and move on. It was straight, leading to the back of the garrison.
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(Did you get out of here)
The back entrance was open and the woods spread out in the back. They got out of the road in front of them.
(I can't leave you...)
If we don't just figure out which direction we headed, there's no point in coming.
Continue tracking as you bike around from the main entrance and choose a route that looks like a massive train can pass through.
The road quickly became clear. Because the zombie bodies were scattered, as they followed after the train. Not so much for the winter cold, but with a faint rotten odor.
Within a kilometer, we found the scene.
As far as the warehouse district is concerned, it is a loading and unloading yard facing a vast river. A large number of military vehicles were left there. There is also a boat yard nearby and several boats are moored. The entrance to Warehouse Street was stretched with defensive lines in vehicles, piled with zombie bodies. It's a trail of fierce war.
Perhaps, no, for sure, he escaped by boat.
(River or...)
Yusuke leads to the steering wheel without power.
Now I can't grasp enough.
Yusuke slowly sums up his thoughts as he glances over the water.
(It's not the only way to get there. Originally you were going to escape... or use it for transport, were you collecting ships?)
It is impossible to travel on the ground with large numbers of evacuees. Helicopters also lack fuel. Then using a river is a nod. Unlike helicopters, ships can transport large quantities at once.
But it was also difficult to think of it as a completely planned escape from the abandoned tents and various supplies.
(I don't have time to let you know on the radio...? Something went wrong and I had to rush out...... have the refugees zombied?
I think the vigilance around it is thorough even in the militia at a time when we survived the initial turmoil, but we can only imagine what actually happened.
(But well... it's just not all gone)
Besides, I don't even think I'm gonna run away without guessing. There must be a destination somewhere. Otherwise, they would try to defend the garrison dead.
Retrieve the booklet type map and open the current location page. Mark the militia exit point with a pen so they can review it later.
Second, it occurred to me.
(Ship... Ship)
The river was also flowing by City Hall. The river is not nearly as wide as it is here, but nearly a hundred meters wide.
Follow the river flow from this garrison to try, but it did not continue toward City Hall. Rather in the opposite direction.
(That's right. If you can get there by boat from here, you need to fly a chopper to the rescue.)
While convinced, Yusuke turns his mind to the possibility of travelling by boat. If you can find anything by boat in the city hall river area, you may be able to travel safely.
Open the City Hall page with sticky notes and examine the river flow. The upstream was headed for the mountains. It stretches pretty close to the outdoor center that I once intended to use as a base.
"Hmmm......"
Yusuke puts his arms together and thinks.
Previously, the possibility was considered that there would be no rescue for the militia. It was also on my mind to use an outdoor center for when help didn't come by spring. But I couldn't think of a secure means of transport.
This could be the solution.
Decided to think about it later, Yusuke turned his motorcycle in the direction of the garrison.
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As we explored the garrison again, we discovered the PR Center. It seems to be a facility for guests, with equipment, photos and more on display.
This is not after the confusion, but to the extent that I get the impression of being flabbergasted by the day I slip it through the window.
Yusuke glances at the exhibition materials. I wondered if I could get any information on where the militia was going.
In the provincial layout drawings, commands, communications departments, institutional squadrons and ordinary sections regiments were placed in pieces. I was in this garrison, like a general medicine, so-called infantry. Transport helicopters belong to the flying squad, so they may have come from elsewhere to support them.
As far as I can tell, the garrisons with commands and such are smaller than here. Choosing to escape with the evacuees was suspicious, and sometimes there were no rivers drawn in the placement drawings, which were not very helpful.
In the meantime, take the digital camera out of your luggage and keep it shot. There are as many dry batteries as there are, so you can check on the monitor later.
(Do you want to take pictures of the inside of the garrison? Some people can't believe the rescue is coming.)
We go around the bike and photograph the deserted landscape. It also seemed to be used for shelter inside the gym, leaving traces of hasty movement.
(Ooh, convenience store)
I just looked around about a third of the garrison and found a dining room. There are also shops. Though there was little left to sell.
Inside, the atmosphere is like an employee cafeteria, and nothing has changed about this. Wooden tables and chairs line up and the kitchen is visible across the counter.
(It's noon or... Do you want to eat at dinner?)
As I circled my gaze, I saw a figure standing between the tables.
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Observe how things are going.
A middle-aged man. The polo shirt is dirty with dry blood and shakes her body faintly. I have no blood on my face.
Zombies.
If you look, there were two more people in the corner, people. Middle-aged woman and old man. Neither one of them is moving, keeping the wall facing, nor trying to pay attention to this one.
Fed up, Yusuke searches for the right seats.
I thought about changing places, but there's no harm in it anyway. It's also a hassle to find other places. Pick a seat as far away as possible and remove the lunchbox you put in your bag.
Inside, it's white rice distributed in a city hall cookout. Due to the successful replenishment at the logistics center, there is also a little room at City Hall.
Bottled garlic miso and nori tenderloin. When I opened the lid, the smell spread. Place over rice appropriately and place in mouth.
(Umeh)
As I moistened my throat with green tea from a pet bottle, I heard a noise. Turning around, it was the sound of a middle-aged zombie hitting the table. I'm slowly getting closer to this one. The other two, they were turning this way.
(... reacted to rice?
I stand up with my lunchbox in my hand, even though I am distracted. I'm not giving lunch to a zombie.
But apparently, he didn't react to this one. He is passing past Yusuke and heading towards the kitchen.
(... something like that)
I'll take my lunch, and I'll follow the zombies walking around, at a distance.
A small shadow ran through its foot on the verge of a zombie entering the kitchen through an open door.
"Oh, hey!
I can't even stop calling.
I carried a pink backpack, it's a little girl.
Long, thin, dirty hair sticks to an orange duffel coat for children.
The zombies suddenly became active when they saw what it looked like. Crowds try to chase them.
The girl who runs through the dining room like a wind, but was taking a little trouble with the glass door at the entrance. He's too light to push open.
Put a kick in from the side before a zombie reaches out on its back. I stuck a knife out of my hips in the back of the man's head that pushed him down to the ground. I didn't have time to worry about returning blood because it was so tight, and the gloves get dirty with zombie blood.
(Ah, shit!
When I put in the twist and stabbed him in the stomach, and raised his face, he had eyes with the girl who answered the door. He's about the age of going up to elementary school, but his face is faceless like a noodle, and only his eyes stare at this one.
The girl returned acne immediately. Even though I have luggage, I have hell of a fast leg.
I didn't have time to finish the other two. Grabbing the field bag, he appropriately kicks the zombies out of the dining room. Found a smaller back in the right direction, Yusuke rushed after him.
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As we approached the right back part from the front gate, the signs became slightly disturbing.
By the way, zombie bodies are starting to catch my eye. Some of them are wearing militia uniforms. Small gun pods were rolling all over the place, too.
The girl is blind to them and runs for a point. Distances are shrinking more than they were earlier, but they are still out of reach. The weight of the field bag eats into my shoulder.
(I have to make it a backpack or something...)
While I was thinking about not having such a benefit, I was in the compartment of the battalion. A four-story building lined up in an atmosphere like a municipal dwelling. There seems to have been heavy fighting around here as well. There is an exceptional increase in the number of bodies.
In one of those battalions, a girl disappeared. The glass door at the entrance remains open and the hedge is caught with the body of a young self-defense officer. He was staring into the void with his eyes open with his little gun slinging on his shoulder. Yusuke also jumps after the girl, keeping it on the edge of his eyes.
As I followed the footsteps up to the upper floor, I hit a barricade blocking the stairs. It is blocked with raised beds, lockers, chairs, etc.
The girl jumps cleverly on the railing of the stairs and runs up. I tried to dive straight over the barricade and disappeared. The footsteps that land on the floor turn away.
(Monkey...)
Fed up with the zombie corpse rolling onto the dance floor, Yusuke also clumsily balances and climbs the railing. I struggled not to break the barricade and let my body down to the other side.
Raising his gaze, a man sat on the front wall.
The body of an old self-defense officer.
He holds a small gun with a bloody sword in his chest, throws both legs on the floor, and nods his head around his grey hair.
Whether it was combat gear, the torso was swollen up with camouflage pouches, bullet belts, and harnesses. The arm is wrapped in a bloody bandage. Nearby, camouflage helmets with goggles are also rolling. Small gun magazines and medicine pods, as well as pistols.
This is the kind of sight that I did my best to protect this place.
Because of his old age, he may have been a high-ranking self-defense officer.
…………
As soon as I finish the observation, I walk away in the direction of the girl.
The interior of the building was white based and somewhat hospital-like. It was just rough in the room. Something the evacuees were using, or dishes and clothes scattered around the bed.
There were also a number of bodies.
Stabbing, or gunned down zombies. Such a sight was spreading in many rooms.
(Hmmm......)
After all, a zombie accident may have occurred from the refugees. I guess the militia side built a barricade on the stairs after they finished the zombies in the building to prevent any more intrusions.
There was a sour smell on my nose. It smells like pus.
Looking for the source of the smell, when I entered some rooms, I was struck by the foot.
"Yikes... Huh!
On my leg, an earlier girl was biting. Reflectively swinging away, the girl took a distance as she rolled over and turned back to this one.
My hair and coat are worn out, but only my eyes are shimmering. It has a beastly vibe.
Yusuke moved as slowly as possible to make sure his legs were in shape. I have a tooth shape on my clothes, but it's no big deal. Confirming that, he turned his face to the girl,
"... from falling, from not attacking"
As soon as I spoke, I was jumped. He tries to climb up as he punches his body from around his hips. I try to peel it off, but I cleverly bend my body, and I kick this one.
"Hey, calm down... it's falling..., stop it, Cora!
Grab the side and the root and drag the girl up in front of you.
"Hoo!!
Yusuke intimidates by putting his face close, peeling his gums out.
The girl trembled, her eyes rounded and stiff.
He had a wildcat-like look that surprised him.
"... from not eating, listen to me"
Down on the floor, the girl fled to the edge of the wall.
(What the...)
Refresh your mind and look into the room. Looks like this is where the smell came from. It smells like excrement and diarrhea.
In the back bed, another child slept.
"Hey, are you serious?"
Seeing that look, I walk over unexpectedly.
A boy about five or six years old. It looks familiar. It was transported from City Hall to the garrison by helicopter a while ago, Lunshi, my brother in late moon.
He wraps around a sneezy sheet and blanket, lying down. The bed, close to the mouth, was laid with towels and dirty with raw, dry diarrhea. He doesn't seem conscious.
"Hey......"
When I was wondering if I should wake him up, I felt pressure on my feet. If I lowered my gaze, a girl was trying to get her legs off with her hands, just as Yusuke said she was in the way.
Without turning away the place, the girl climbed onto the bed and began pouring bottles of mineral water into a small mug. After changing the dirty towels on the bed, bring the mug closer to Lunch's mouth and gently loosen his shoulders.
Slowly the eyes of Ryuji open.
Did you feel the water, Ryuji moved faintly and put his mouth on the mug. My throat moves several times, and as I have exhausted myself, I lie down again.
When Lunch confirmed that he had settled down, the girl began to drink the little one, holding the remaining mug with both hands, as if it mattered.
Yusuke was speechless about those sights.
There are no other signs of survivors.
They were in this situation, just the two kids.
(... I lived a lot...)
Sigh as you climb against the wall.
I saw him at the stairs, maybe he was helped by a self-defense officer of his age. Nevertheless, this confusion will not be what it was yesterday.
On the floor, along with the girl's backpack, is placed water and solid food that she took from the dining room. I hear this girl was surviving inside a zombie wandering garrison.
Should I think of it as a big deal or should I mourn the misfortune of the world?
Wake yourself up in a complicated mood and head back to the field bag.
I take off my bloody dirty gloves and turn them into plastic bags for later washing.
A sweetly seasoned calorie drink and a bag of milk candy balls were removed from the back of the bag. When the can pull tab was opened and pressed, the girl took it reflexively. Turning the bag of candy balls upside down and splashing it on the bed, the girl's eyes nailed over there.
"I'll do it."
To that voice, Ryuji opens his eyes. Look at this one and slowly open your eyes.
Yusuke worried about what he had said and said just one word.
"We're leaving."
Ryuji seemed confused for a while but smiled faintly and nodded. To the lid, a carefree gaze ran to the side.
The girl at the end of her gaze is holding this one silently.
"Come on, you too."
There was no reply, but Yusuke went into preparation for the withdrawal, without overlapping words in particular.
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When you're two kids, you can't even take them home on a motorcycle.
All the abandoned vehicles around the base had been drained of gasoline, so I went to Warehouse Street, the militia escape point, and found myself looking at the car. I can't choose a very large car because it goes backwards down the road I've been slipping through on my motorcycle.
In a combination of car width and defense, a small one box was selected. Military vehicles also attract interest, but there are operational anxieties, and they can be too large to clog along the way.
I'm sorry about the bike, but I just have to leave it.
Collect gasoline from the warehouse town car and return to the garrison to pick up the children.
At first I was going to collect supplies for the garrison as well, but I care about Lunshi's health. The medicine seemed prescribed when it was being protected by the militia, which had plastic bags with capsules and powders, but did not look very good to the amateur either. You should show it to Makura as soon as possible.
Properly expose the medicine and equipment in the infirmary and recover some small arms and equipment from the body. There was little ammunition left. It's about two minutes into a magazine. There should be an armory and an armoury, but that was the next opportunity. I also want to collect the bike, so I need to come back.
At the end of one street, he finally left the garrison.
The day is so far past Jomtien that it is beginning to lean. It's a delicate place to go before dark.
Inside the back mirror, the girl looked out the window without expression, trying to lean against the lying lump.
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Reminds me of that old self-defense officer.
Was the arm injury caused by a zombie bite, or was the cause of death self-inflicted?
When I grated the Ryuji down, I thought it was a bad idea to be familiar with him, and hid the body of the self-defense officer. It was when I went through the scene.
The girl has turned a strong gaze on me. He had cold eyes, as if he had seen through this intent to show off something tragic.
(How dare you look at the kid...)
This kid has been passing beside that corpse. Even more so, to help Lung Shi, a child his age, he was walking the zombie roaming garrison in search of water and food all by himself.
It's the end of the world.
Yusuke turned to City Hall, sighing and trying not to rock the car as much as possible.