A room in the West Government Building.
The man who began the collapse of City Hall was there.
He suffered major injuries and was restrained in his hands and feet, but he was still alive.
The man who raided the conference room and killed many humans.
Yusuke felt fierce disgust at the voice that had imprisoned the late moons and stuck demands on the radio cradle, but when he actually looked at him, he didn't look like a vicious killer. He was a man who looked like he was everywhere, wearing a slightly tired business coat.
The man was nodding so that he could take the pain, but when Yusuke entered the room, he raised his face slightly. The chest from the mouth is red and black with vomiting blood. The expression is distorted by pain, but the eyes are dark. It didn't seem to show anything.
……
Yusuke was silent and looked down at him.
If you look at the right hand shotgun, the guy doesn't show any reaction.
On the wall of the room, splashed blood creeps up. To this man belongs the hostage who was shot dead by this shotgun. Yusuke didn't even know the woman's face.
Before I got out, I took a leg to keep the man's ending on.
But when he saw his face, Yusuke felt his willingness to kill shriveled.
Sasaki didn't seem to kill this man, but his face is blue and white and he's already dying. He was injuring his gut, which was a nasty amount of blood throwing up.
"… but……………"
A man coughs hard. Blood splashes.
Yusuke ignored it, lowered the bag he was wearing on his shoulder and sat on the wall.
The radio flowing from the earphones left on is picking up communications flying across City Hall. The bag also had a small radio, and there was noisy audio streaming from there. It's a bug signal that the man installed in the city hall. They eavesdropped on operational headquarters and conference rooms and worked out plans for the raid.
Yusuke sighed. There's nothing you can do when you're moved so far in bad faith.
Some windowsills in the back are broken. It would be from when the procurement team raided this room. The pale moonlight was shining throughout, and Yusuke blurred and let them wander his gaze.
"... you won't run away..."
A man told me to squeeze it out.
Yusuke returned the words.
"Did you want to kill me so bad?"
……
"I don't understand..."
"... do you?
It was an inclusive voice.
It was on my way to the underground parking lot that I remembered about the man who rammed in the West Administration building. After I broke up with the late moon, there was something much more obsessive. I came here to kill a man in an effort to erase that spider.
But the man is dying in front of his eyes without Yusuke even having to put his hands down.
It was uncomfortable seeing things go wrong with my death through the mirror.
This man is a killer, but if he says he's touching this man's mind, he'll be touching himself. Both look at humans like things. Even if I looked at a man's thoughts and actions, I would do this if I were to drop City Hall.
…………
To the silent Yusuke, the man said nothing.
On the radio, the president is diligently trying to take control.
Steady your guard, you don't seem to be getting out yet.
Yusuke sighed and thought about his intelligence body.
(Those guys are refraining from attacking because they hated the depletion of their buddies)
In the first raid, Yusuke has killed three intelligent bodies. That's all I lost after doing a little research. It would hurt if you tried over there with a small number.
The compatriot consciousness of the intelligent body is strong. In the dream I had when I was bitten and passed out, Yusuke also felt it. unity as that herd.
This time they should come in large groups to avoid causing damage to their people.
I would have already learned how to lure zombies by spraying corpses. Or maybe it was the first raid to secure the body.
I didn't leave the city hall human escape until after all those dead people came out. The president, who has become a leader, hesitates to take action.
This time it will be terrible.
(You survived this situation...)
Reminds me of the late moon, the parting words.
I said I'd survive somehow, but from here on out, it's not a situation I can handle on my own anymore. Women and children will die indiscriminately.
But the eyes of the late moon were serious.
(... he...)
When I first met him in the supermarket, he just looked like a sweet kid.
That had changed at some point.
You don't use someone, you don't ask for something. The confession of the late moon was just an attempt to convey my feelings in this extreme circumstance that preceded death. It's about the man in front of you who even feels like a fellow hater, and what's on the opposite pole.
…………
Return your gaze from the window to the room.
The man was dead without a voice.
A restrained body is crumbling like a rampage. Those eyes remained open and, as in their lifetime, showed nothing.
Yusuke held a shotgun and rose to a hundred million hijackings.
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"That's true!?
The president's anger echoes in the hallway.
A large group of zombies arrived on the opposite shore from a procurement unit headed for the dock.
Half of the procurement team was on their way to make sure the escape ship was safe, but what was informed from it was a critical situation.
"Get back here now! Consolidate your protection!
'That's not the number of stories! Look at that from the roof! Shit!'
Their voices are nodding too.
The out-of-the-box president immediately does a watchman. Then I went out on the terrace myself and tried to see the ground.
So I found the girl in front of me.
…………
He grips the railing and sits still in the distance. Long dark hair is windy and has a look like he pushed his emotions to death.
The situation on the ground could not be seen very far, but at the end of the girl's gaze, across the bridge, she could see the shadows gathering irregularly like herds of bugs seeking food.
That the number is unusual.
The radio from the rooftop showed that the opposite side was in the same situation.
"Defend..."
I can almost tell you.
All those who survive the battle ahead are weakened by extreme fatigue and lack of sleep. You won't be able to protect it upstairs with lots of stairs.
The non-combatants are gathered in the city hall on the fourth floor, so they will retreat that far to protect them, but not in such numbers that they can be pushed back. Even if it was caged and tolerated, there was no food or water on the fourth floor. For a large number of people, it would be a hell of a picture in a matter of days.
The president sees teeth.
(You knew this was gonna happen?
It reminds me of Yusuke's, waking face.
Thinking becomes paralyzed by the situation that is getting stuck, the impatience for it.
But he immediately returned to me the girl next to him with the look he had in mind. I'm the only person who can give instructions now. The female doctor, Makura, is almost like a shell out of Yusuke's rebellion.
"Secure the west stairs to the basement! Direct them all!
Return indoors, relocate security wirelessly, and use the few manpower that was left.
There is no more way to protect everyone.
The rest was how many humans could survive.
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Escape from City Hall by riding a truck in an underground parking lot.
It was the plan that was communicated to the members of the dock.
A few trucks that the procurement squad used to carry. Plus pack up the evacuees and head to the dock. A berthed Pleasure boat and a platform ship towed by it and escape to the river. Taiwan ships are for dirt and sand transport, so if you look out for safety, you can put everyone on board at once.
However, the truck is for van-shaped cargo, and it packs humans into it, so just move and you get injured. I could also anticipate the confusion at the dock.
The zombies on the ground floor have not yet been completely swept and underground safety has not been ensured. Half of the procurement squad is at the dock and has less combat power.
Still, I found out there would be no other way.
What you can see from the dock is a large group of zombies approaching City Hall from across the shore. I'm preparing for the ship to go offshore, but it really stands up.
I put a vehicle around the dock so that it would be a shield, but if a large group showed up, there wouldn't be a single one.
Sasaki, glancing at his binoculars, breathed.
Kudo receives the binoculars handed to him in silence, looking in the direction Sasaki points out.
A number of bodies hung beneath the columns of the bridge connecting the opposite shore.
An upside down human being is slashed with his neck, like draining the blood of a prey. The dripping blood was running beneath the river.
A black one struck Kudo's chest.
It was like malice towards this one took shape.
"Bad."
Return to me for Sasaki's crush.
Raising his gaze, the zombies had already started crossing the bridge. If we keep flooding the roads like this, even the trucks won't be able to break through. If we get up to a dense spot, we'll be upside down and catastrophic.
Sasaki is yelling at the radio to rush, but the evacuee's movements are tedious.
I was just surviving the first raid and finally resting my body in anxiety. It was a few hours before dawn, the time when humans would be the slowest.
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"Hurry, hurry! Run!"
Asylum-seekers ride the truck amidst yelling noises.
The shadows of humans cross the parking lot in the dark, in front of the taillights that glow in the basket.
The president's mobility plan was immediately communicated, but the refusal of some humans to move and their attempts to remain on the floor drastically cut off time. The president gave up persuasion, let him curse and move with strength. I would have bought the grudge, but no one could counter the power of that death.
Where they all gathered underground, they also called back the man who was guarding the stairs.
The president takes the passenger seat and yells at the radio.
"We're leaving!
"Wait! I'm already in front of the bureau! Too many! I can't break through!
"Nah..."
"Pull it out and pull it! Drop the car you stopped on the way!
To that extreme word, for a moment, different thoughts flowed through the back of the president's brain, like a running lantern.
I have eyes for my buddy who was sitting in the driver's seat.
He's a long-time associate of mine, but he's looking at this one so he can hold back.
I made a decision immediately.
Get off the truck and head to the one-box van that the procurement squad was using.
I was going to fall for it. The delay in my judgment caused this predicament.
riding in the driver's seat, and when he tried to set off,
'Just wait a minute! Attract with sirens!
The president lost his temper when the voice jumped on the radio. It was the voice of a girl out of place.
Shortly after I inquired, the next moment, I heard a loud siren.
It's from a speaker on the roof of City Hall.
Someone in Disaster Prevention on the fourth floor operated the equipment.
The president was upset about that.
"What are you doing! Are you still up there!?
The answer is not returned.
I couldn't afford to do a survival chirp, and I gathered everyone visually, but that came out the back. There were still people left.
Only the sound of distant sirens echoes by the wall.
The president called the radio many times, but there was no response.
A while later, the girl's voice said.
'Please leave! The road ahead is empty!
"What do you do!? Come on down here!
"I'll rendezvous later! Please go!
Drink the word, how, into its resolute tone. Behind us, there are massive numbers of refugees who should be evacuated.
"... Damn!
The president stepped on the accelerator.