The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Supply Procurement (3), San Miguel

Near a gas station on the U.S. side of the road, there were often inns and restaurants. San Miguel had two restaurants across the street and an inn across the street. While the soldiers were approaching the perimeter, refugees wearing masks began to search the nearby restaurants, each holding their own firearms, jungles, and axes tightly.

Seeing that, the boy born in winter and named after winter vaguely thought that there might be many Hispanics in the village. He would, too, because both restaurants across from the gas station were Spanish restaurants. One side had a sign that said, "Ten Street Basque Café," and the other one, who was closer to the bar than the restaurant, decided to sell tortas and brito.

There are too many refugees. After that, the boy did not move because he was worried that if one of the infected varieties would bump into each other and not be able to play my role. On the other hand, people were different. Rather than trying to score points by showing you that you work as hard as you can in a location close to the car ranks, which is relatively safe. They even heard each other arguing. He was screaming enormously when he heard it from outside the building, even with his mask on.

Luckily, it was an empty building without any variants. They all came out fine. However, it was not normal. The two of them struggled to fill their duffel bags with food. Some came out crying in a torn duffel bag. I don't know where the mask is. You appear to have been stripped from your body during a struggle, insulting your supervisor, and then go back inside.

A large refugee volunteer howls into the truck. The duffel bag is full. I was ashamed to be a Korean, but I was ashamed of the game. Because the personality of people in the world who are the backdrop of the past is written based on the big data of the time. This man asked the boy for an interpreter. It was pathetic, but I moved the horse.

“I did my part. I don't want to go anymore. ”

After hearing the transfer, the soldiers, deputies, officers or expressions collapse. Corporal Elliot grunts. I guessed it, but it's like this from the start. The man in the truck, holding the duffel bag, asked what the U.S. military had to say. The boy ignored.

Combining the boys, ten refugees began their journey on the orders of Private Guillermi and Corporal Elliot. It was a force headed for the mill. We need to move three blocks east of the gas station and four blocks north. Previously, it was a short walk for Mogelons, but it was too far for survivors to notice.

The situation of an experienced boy is different. At a point when everyone didn't want to lead, he took the lead. The temporary gun was also wrapped around his back, and he held a Jungle diagram in his hand, believing in Grade 9 Melee Combat and Grade 10 Melee Weapons Correction.

Every compartment was tangled with cars. I called the volunteers by hand and pushed the vehicles out of the way. I was constantly on the lookout for houses on my left and right. Low fences and wooden fences create a lonely single-floor neighborhood.

“Wait, stop. ”

Corporal Elliot raises his fist up. As the refugees lie facedown, you lower your posture. Everyone rolls their eyes like scared herbivores. Fortunately, we didn't find a threat and send a stop sign. There was a pair of flag crabs in the direction the corporal was looking. The American flag is familiar, but the flag with the red stars and the Grizzly Bear is unfamiliar.

“What's that flag? ”

“The flag of the state of California. Firefighter. I didn't get a chance to check it out when I was doing pottery. ”

Private Guillermi replied. On the bottom of the bear, it said California Republic.

At Corporal Elliot's decision, I decided to explore the fire station building. It may be hard to expect food, but medicines like painkillers, antibiotics, and bandages were also important supplies. In addition, the fire trucks were important. It would be useful for water transportation if you were to leave the camp.

“Even a small five-ton fire truck can hold 3,000 liters. ”

Elliot laughs, saying:

Again, the boy came first. I heard it was okay to go back in order, but I didn't mind. A notification appeared that there was a slight up-regulation of the affection of two American soldiers. It doesn't mean much. There was no need to compare it to the constant increase.

The fire department was a single level, as small as the town was. There was an office right next to the garage, but unfortunately I couldn't see the inside of the special glass. The boy knocked on the door with the back of a knife. There would be enough noise inside, and it would not reach far. But as far as hearts go and refugees go, it wasn't. I grabbed the boy by the collar and asked him if he was crazy.

“Hey, that's enough, right? ”

Guillermi points a gun at you and flicks to the left and to the right. If it were really dangerous, the U.S. military would have stopped the boy. A warned refugee steps back and sits down, creating a match. Tang Tang, something is knocking on the door inside. When I reached the door, I heard a screaming sound. It wasn't a man's voice. An infectious variant.

The boy shakes his head at the two soldiers standing at the door a few meters away preparing to shoot. You grab the door hook and hold the Jungle diagram in your other hand.

“I'll take care of it. ”

“I don't know if I have the guts or if I'm crazy.... ”

Private Guillermi shakes his head, and Corporal Elliot asks. The corporal nods and gives you permission. Instead of believing in boys, refugees felt that they needed stimulation. But I didn't want the boy to go wrong. This is the reverse effect. The finger in the trigger is taut as if it were going to snap.

“Fine. If you're confident, go ahead. ”

The winter boy imagined an infectious body beyond the door. If the firefighter was infected while waiting to go, he would be wearing a firearm's clothing, so there wouldn't be many weaknesses he could hit with a knife. Thoughts were short and actions were quick. I tug at the door hook, and the mutant pushing against the door rolls around outside, unable to overcome my power. The boy steps on the fallen man's back, kicks him off with his foot, and stabs him with a heavy knife. Kwak 'jik, the blade that cracked the skull and plunged into it. A bloodied bribe flows through the cracks. A mutated corpse convulses.

What looks like a person dies. I felt a faint stream of electricity coming from the handle. Because of this sense, I chose the title of this dark virtual reality. The boy held still until the feeling of death, and then gave a snap to his wrist. The blade pops up and out.

“Hey, you okay? ”

“That's okay.

To Gilemi who was concerned, the boy gave a calm reply. The private admired the harsh words.

“Ha, here comes Badass. ”

The boy was also the first to enter through the open door. There was a small benefit to minor actions. A minor uplift in the friendliness of the two soldiers occurred. It didn't mean much, but if you accumulate small gains like this, you will be rewarded with good results.

In these small towns, firehouses combine the functions of government offices. The Community Services District was also written on the front of the office window in the beginning. Rare firefighters were also serving as civil servants for the administrative secretaries.

The office was a long structure back and forth. Inside, you find a bundle of keys between the piles of documents. I had two guns, so I took them. Open the wall compartment and sweep away the medicine while the followers are bewildered. A third of the boy's duffel bag was filled.

“Hey……. ”

A middle-aged man speaks.

“We should share it fairly, what if we put it all together alone.... ”

The boy looked back silently. The target flinches. In the tight-knit jungle, the boy was still dripping blood. He must have felt threatened. Looking at it, I turn my head away from my gaze. The boy did not stall. There were three switches on the other wall. It must be the switch to raise the shutter in the garage. Elliot was greedy for the fire truck. He stands at the door. I nodded my head when I looked. Without hesitation, press the chin.

Indeed, I heard a whirring motor. Outside the office, two unaccounted for Americans and two U.S. Soldiers pointed guns at each other. I was worried that there might be a swarm of infected mutants after hearing the noise.

Phew!

“What, what! ”

One of the furious volunteers screams. There was a parking lot next to the fire station, and I saw a variant crawling out of it, and the boy ran out and cut it with his knife. The boy almost got hit by someone pulling the trigger.

Viewer message logs have increased Briefly, most of the content was like, "I almost died ridiculous." There were many words to go and kill her.

“I'm sorry! I never meant to do that! ”

A woman who could have a child bowed her head. It was hard to predict age just by looking at it. It's because refugees don't speak the same language, but men and women look at least a decade older. The boy gestured.

“Keep your voice down, it's okay. ”

When I saw the attitude that I did not take lightly, I cried several times for notices of liking change. Corporal Elliot tilts his head as if it were inconsequential.

“I'm not kidding. He's a real gentleman. Fearless or reckless... ”

“Does it matter? ”

The corporal laughs as the boy approaches.

“Much better than the Red Neck recruits who were praying in Iraq. I look forward to it. ”

“Thank you."

An ambulance and a fire truck were found in an open garage. One of the three garages was empty. Corporal Elliot instructed me to take the drivable volunteer to the gas station and return. The boy's supplies were also poured into the vehicle. With a different attitude than the other refugees who were about to fill one bag and leave quickly, it was easy to earn soldiers' favor.

However, the two drivers were reluctant to react.

“Do I have to come back? ”

The corporal pushes the wounded refugee out of shape.

“Of course you should come back. ”

The boy translated the words. The two who were elected as the driver were only staring at the loving boy and climbed into the driver's seat. I guess the American military didn't have the guts to hate him.

Corporal Elliot puts the radio in place. I sent two vehicles to retrieve them with the supplies in them, and asked the person to return them. It's seven blocks long and horizontal anyway, so the car should be here soon. The radio returns in a moment. He confirmed that the two drivers didn't need to come back. Elliot snores and says to make sure you send him back.

While I was waiting for the two of you, I searched further. Near the center of the town, there were prominent cafes, restaurants, and buildings. There is one small, nameless restaurant, similar in size to Jackson's old and new. The Ranch restaurant was impressive because it said it handled Mexican food. Immigrants were likely to be mainstream villages, as I first thought.

It was just a question of whether the coffee house was worth searching for.

“Look at that. It says lunch special on the mouth plate, right? He must have handled the food. ”

Elliot's say.Of course, canned ham and flour sacks were found. The sheep were rich enough to fill the duffel bags of seven people. I also packed some vacuum packed coffee beans for the camp commander. It may not be naturally oxidized, but it is now luxurious. In the meantime, some of the individual's variants had to be further processed, but no other incidents occurred.

After the search, I had time to clear all the cars on the road. It was also because the two men who drove the fire truck came back on slow steps.

“If you don't hurry, I won't give you the rationing chart. ”

You can only move faster if you're warned by Elliot. Private Guillermi spits small words.

After joining them, I went back two blocks. Finally reached the junction where the mill is visible. The boy prepared his mind. When the mill is reached, the choice is either: The only thing that goes back is a million duffels, cleaning up the road and calling the vehicles. You can gain a large XP by selecting the latter, but you had to survive the infectious variant's time warp attack. There were many variants inside the mill, even if it was an electron, so it was not an easy difficulty when first encountered. The first worldview experienced by the boy [post-apocalypse] ended here.

“Hey, little guy. ”

Corporal Elliot summons you quite gently.

“I think we can call a truck. What do you think? ”

“Why don't you decide once you've secured the inside of the mill? ”

It was a fair offer, and the corporal nods.