The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Supply Procurement (4), San Miguel

The San Miguel Mill was a wooden structure that would have been built a long time ago, but it had a very large area. It's enough to put 30 clubs in a messy house. The railroad passes to the left. Thanks to this, the center of the village was wide open to the north-south direction. A group of refugees with adequate duffel bags backed up as they said they were picking someone to watch the crosswalk. I don't want to be a part of a dangerous building search. A strong young man who might have been a college student and a middle-aged man who had been shipped out was elected.

Corporal Elliot leads the rest around to the right of the mill. There are four doors. In addition to the office entrance, there are three freight entrances for loading vehicles. A semi-trailer vehicle that was used for cargo transport was left unattended. Winter pulled on the driver's door. It was locked.

All the entrances to the mill remain wide open. There are no interior lights, and each door is a dark hole pierced. There were no lanterns among the equipment given to the refugees. It had to be, but it was a fatal mistake in the planning phase. Of course, if there was a Lantern, no one would have stepped in first. Except for the winter boy.

Like the fire department did before, there might be a car key in the office. Private Guillermi catches up on the winter when he tries to enter without hesitation.

“You want to take the lead again? Shall I come in with you?”

“No. Leaders matter. Just lend me the lantern.”

“Hoooah.)

The soldier sticks his tongue out at the boy's guts. He gives out his flashlight. A right angled tactical lantern. It can bind to the outside of the protective vest.

We had refugee volunteers to try to avoid damage to the U.S. military, but in the long run, there is nothing good to do with any of the refugees. But volunteers have to be so passive. The soldiers were crucial to see how far the boy could go.

Winter still carries your gun behind your back, and you approach the office entrance with only a single jungle in your grasp. Structure to climb the stairs as soon as you enter. The width is such that an adult passes by, and three or four steps above are invisible to darkness. It was a good look to stimulate anxious psychology.

Like at the fire station, the boy slammed the wall with his sword. If there is an infectious strain that responds to sound, it was intended to crawl out. I knocked a few times, and there was a sound of stepping on the stairs from above. The sound doesn't overlap, only one. Winter climbs the stairs without deliberately turning on the lantern. I was going to see the battle with just the smell and the wit.

Yuck, yuck. The sound of going up and down the stairs makes a disagreement. I couldn't see anything because it was dark. There was a monotonous and gloomy noise. I'm not afraid, but my heart beats. I feel like I'm jumping. An artificial sensation. because the system decided it had to be. Viewer message arrivals increased

The infected variant is roughened by the sound of breathing. The stench was from rotten skin. According to information, an immune system abnormality occurs in the process of the pathogen taking over the host. The result is widespread inflammation, rot or swelling. Qi narrows down, making her breath sound sharp. The unpleasant smell and sound approaches. At some point in the winter, the sword free side reached out boldly.

We got something.

“Shhhhh!”

A freak who changes his vocal cords. The boy lowered his body and pushed the target's lower body up. A splash of rough breath flickers over the back of the neck. The viewers who have turned on Kwadang Tang! Sensory Sync should be fed up. The sea of intent. You turn on the lantern. The fallen, luminous mutant frowns. Even if it's mutated, the mother is human. Optical adaptability was no different from humans. I stabbed him in the mouth. The reflexively closed mouth bites the blade, but it doesn't matter. Load the weight onto the handle.

But, wow.

You hear the sound of crushing brainstem from the tip of the blade as it squeezes. The limb of the variant reflected in the light causes a seizure, stiffening, then sagging and flinching. Meanwhile, I stare at the boy with my eyes rolling. However, he had already lost his mobility and was not a threat. His heart stopped, so he should be dead any minute.

Grabs a stretched mutant leg and drags it down. The men who were waiting outside pointed their guns at you nervous, but when they saw the boy stretching out his hands to tell you not to shoot, they sighed for relief. Leaving the mutant body by the entrance, the boy climbs back up the stairs.

There were no obstacles this time. The office lights were not switched on. I searched the office relying on lantern lights. As expected, the United States caught an old pistol in a drawer. There were 50 rounds of 45 ACP FMJ on the packaging, two small cartridges and a spare magazine.

Other than that, I found the keys to the car and the grain sill that I had targeted. There was also a crate (Humboldt). I took it with me to see if Guillermi or Elliot would like it.

Guillermi comes down the stairs.

“Any bites? ”

The voices conveyed beyond the plaque felt frustrating. The boy shakes his head and opens his arms. It meant to check for yourself. The Private looks around and looks at you with his thumb raised to the back. Corporal Elliot nods a little further.

“Gilemy, do you like cigarettes? ”

“Of course. Oh, my God. It's Kohiva Robusto, right?”

“Share half with Elliot. ”

The boy handed it over to the rejoicing soldier as the second chest. Handcrafted Cuban market prices are over $10 per capita. Since I received it as a bunch, I had a way to like it. Private wanted to smoke right away.

“I've found the keys, can I check the car? ”

It's a small thing, but you have to get permission. Soldiers look at each other. The corporal nods.

The boy went to the vehicle and checked to see if the key was correct. The door opens. I'm in the driver's seat. I plugged it in and turned it, and it started gently. A trembling body. With the engine noise, the men on guard are noticeably nervous.

There was enough fuel left. I know roughly how to drive, so I was able to move my car without investing experience in driving skills. Of course, with system assistance, it was more difficult to drive, but it was not urgent.

The car was placed in the loading dock in the middle of the mill and entered the building. Without light, it was not a complete darkness. It was because there was sunlight seeping through the cracks in the tin slate roof. However, there was still one thing that was dark, so there was a lot of gratitude everywhere. Whatever it is, it's not weird. The followers are stiff and unable to move.

The patterns were the same. You hammered the grain silos to see if there was a reversal. I waited a moment, but it was quiet. Winter shines its light everywhere, checking for safety. Absolutely nothing. It's rare. But it's hard to be careless. There could be rotten ears or a ruptured eardrum.

People are barely moving.

“Wheeeek. This is huge. ”

Elliot whistles. A pile of milled wheat and corn. If I just took everything here, I would have no food problems for a while. I have to go through a routine hygiene test, but it's almost meaningless. The mask you're wearing is really just a grammatical fit. If you were really worried about the pathogen, you should have worn full body armor. Minor risks were evidence that the situation in the western United States was not good enough to ignore.

What winter was interested in was in the other direction. In the mill, seeds are traded, and several crops were packaged on one side of the sack. I think I can take this seed and farm it, but there's a great trap here. The seed of sacks bearing the parent seed company trademark did not germinate after harvesting and seeding again.

This is called Terminator Seed. A seed company profits by selling a good variety of seeds, which cannot be operated unless farmers buy one each year. Therefore, even if the harvested crops are cultivated again by manipulating the genes at all, the crops will not bud.

As a result, winter experienced one bad ending. There are also relevant challenges.

"Challenge: No, my crops are dead!

The boy who built a reasonably stable community was struck by lightning. The second year's harvest was close to zero. The community denounced Winter as a leader, and the community itself collapsed because of the panic involving food shortages. Meanwhile, the boy was killed.

I think we should tell the viewers about this. The boy reluctantly called the viewer message log. Every time I do this, I feel like the reality of the world is falling apart. I could not deceive myself and immerse myself in reality.

Activates the Teletype function with the world view paused. All the thoughts that winter focused on were instantly transformed into sentences.

Winter: It is easy for people who are new to the aftermath of the Apocalypse to make mistakes, but you should not sow seeds found in these places carelessly. Most of the seeds are genetically engineered. The harvest is high, but the next time it is re-seeded, it does not bud. In practice, community stability drops dramatically and the game is difficult to proceed. You can either pick a sack that doesn't have a brand I'm looking at right now and build a farm, or you can have enough of these seeds in advance and use them over and over again. Challenge No, my crops are dead! If you want to achieve it, you can see the Bad Ending on purpose, but the challenge's effectiveness is not that useful because it increases pest and drought resistance when cultivating crops.

The reaction was immediate.

T: Awesome reality statement in a useless way

Dew Crocodile: My crop is a shark, 45372; blah blah blah

"Jessica Full-time: I know this. It's a technique used by multinational seed companies to rob backwards. Especially those MonXto motherfuckers. My country was robbed of date peppers and spinach seeds by them, but their seed patents are still decades away. All of your spinach is actually American OEM. Oh, Your Honor. This post was written by a few of my cats.

Anti-Home: Are you watching the broadcaster? Hey, that was a hell of a feeling when I put that zombie down and put it on the back of my neck.

[Banquet Home has given you 10 stars.]

Hanjin Dog: Would you like to know about Jessica's Descriptor Lamb?

"Jessica full-time job: Why are you being so harsh?

Snow Fox: Don't fight

[Snow Fox gave you 10 stars.]

"Red Goose: Why did you stop the fox? That's funny. You're doing great. Do better.

There are so many messages that it's hard to read one by one. The boy counted the number of virtual currencies he obtained: stars. In terms of KRW, it was worth tens of thousands of KRW. For some reason, I felt even more uncomfortable.

He closes the log and releases the pause. Time began to flow again.

Elliot is communicating with the main base on the radio, checking all sorts of groceries around and looking brighter. I cleared the road. I told you to bring the truck. Private Guillermi instructed refugees to load their food onto the semi-trailer that placed the DOCK.

Guillermi grimaces and grips the boy as he tries to be strong.

“Take a break from your brave friend. You've been through a lot on your own, haven't you? ”

“… Yes. ”

Winter nods. I still feel uncomfortable at the margins.

You hear a vehicle rolling in from outside. Unlike civilian vehicles, there were four military trucks protruding from the front. Senior passengers were black sergeants who filtered volunteers from the camp the day before. His name was Pierce. After filling up the truck, he was greatly pleased to see the leftover flour, etc.

“We could use a few more of those cooks. ”

However, the good atmosphere did not last long. You hear strange noises from the far north, and you feel the distance getting closer. There was an unusual atmosphere.

“What are you talking about? Check it out."

Following the supervisor's instructions, Corporal Elliot puts a radio in for volunteers who will stand guard at the crossing. Do you see anything up north? The northern exit, which is open for loading train cargo compartments, has a wide range of grain silos, rusted water towers, and cranes.

However, the foresight of the impending calamity became clearer with sound before vision. The rattling noise was clear that the train was trampling on the iron chest. Soldiers who knew the train had already been stopped a long time ago were embarrassed. But what was even more disturbing was the large number of vehicles that were abandoned halfway into the village. The train has sped on without slowing down. The corporal who learned about it through the radio became pale.

“Holy shit. ”

He turns and screams.

“Everybody out! It's not safe here!”

The mill is full of screams in an instant.

Everyone could feel the train approaching. It is the sound of a Kwaeng Kwajik car crashing into an abandoned train. If the vehicle is crushed under the wheel, the train will derail.

A crooked carriage smashes through the north wall before everyone leaves. A chunk of burning steel breaks through the pillar and rolls away pushing the silo. The ceiling collapsed. The locomotive stops under a pile of wood, but the aftermath shows signs of collapse. Winter ran close to the outside. However, a number of people were crushed by debris.

“Pick up the wreckage! We must save those who are trapped! ”

Sergeant Pierce makes a clear exit, raising his voice to the mortal bones covered in dust and debris. It's a wooden building, and it's a single story, so people from the wreckage are likely to live.

“Sarge! Look over there! ”

The soldier shouts in haste. In the direction he pointed, the cars were turned upside down, zigzagging. From the doors and windows, things that looked like humans crawled out. When the car rolls, the people who are bent outside curl up and stand up. You hear the soldier scream, and they look this way almost simultaneously.

“Shhh!”

“Fuck! It's a mutant! ”

It's not just one or two. It crawls back and forth like maggots crawling out of a corpse, full of trains. Things that aren't broken are already starting to run this way. The fastest man already has the back of his truck in front of him.

“Kill them all! ”

The boss shouted. However, the majority of refugee volunteers fled screaming. Not many people stood up to fear.

Tofu Dook

The silenced gun cries out in frustration. There was no notion of caring about bullets. Everyone talked and went crazy. His body explodes everywhere he tries to board the vehicle. My head bursts, my eyes burst, and puffy blood splashes from my chest. Undistributed firepower is an obvious waste.

A number of hungry mutants rushed to the boy. Those who don't know it hurts when you put a bullet in them, winter pulls the trigger on their knees. Left to right, hanging off the hook. I emptied one magazine in five seconds. It was fine to hit the thigh, but even better if the knee or shin bones were broken.

“Eek!”

Things are stumbling. Crawls forward, grabbing the back of the neck with a sharpened magazine and crushing it. You hold the gun firmly in both hands. A diagonal spanking of the subsequent variant's jaw. Technology corrected, the variant's jaw completely shattered. Skipping the head. The body follows the head. The other guy's foot tangles. You kick it and knock it down. Then you shoot.

“Grenades! Throw them all away! ”

You hear an urgent shout from the direction of the vehicle. It looks like a few grenades have already been thrown. The boy hurriedly retreated and threw himself to the ground.

Boom, boom! Kuang!

The explosion itself was small and dull compared to the enormous noise. It's just a few flashes of smoke. There wasn't a huge fire like the movie.

However, I know that the boy was killed by a grenade, but the flashing light that appeared to be nothing compared to the true kill range of the grenade. A weapon that tears people apart with shrapnel. A bomb that shoots coils or beads inside a round shell and detonates, and humans within a circle 30 meters in diameter are more than half likely to die. On the outside, there is less than half the chance of death.

Mutants rolled around like twigs in a hurricane. The road suddenly turned into a sea of blood. The people who fell to their knees in time were safe. When a grenade explodes on the floor, a shock wave hits the ground and reflects off. Thus, a low angle of non-lethal area is created. Even within the kill range, the chance of someone falling down outside is greatly reduced. Winter, however, was outside the influence.

There's a series of grenades thrown at the parallax that are exploding. I can't get up off the ground, but a whole raging infection creaks up. You lay your gun on your stomach and pull the trigger. Due to the unstable posture and poor aim, I was unable to hit my head. My shoulders are splattered and covered in blood. A second shot breaks the eye and enters. My head falls off. It was a bland death.

A new one emerges like a dead mutant. It was hidden from the one before me, so the distance was close. I couldn't resist pulling the trigger. The magazine couldn't have been empty, and it seemed to have been burned or burned. The boy rolls to his side and draws his sword. As you roll, put your sword to the crown of the man who opens his mouth. Dead blood splattered. A mutation caused convulsions.

Dozens of explosions have passed. A boy on his feet. The mutants were still on the move. Even though it looked sick or crazy before it hit the debris, it was clearly a monstrous molar. An intestinal leaker, a broken leg walker, a flayed muscle. It was covered in blood and looked like it was going to die of excessive bleeding. This is an opportunity for the boy to gain experience. There were those who could stand but could not hear the sound, their eyes were ruptured, their eardrums torn, or move normally.

I'm worried about my mental state. I liked the feeling that when the boy resembled humans but killed these things, but not humans, the violence that didn't have to feel guilty, and nevertheless, the heart became heavy. Shooting with a gun is good. But at a breathable distance, I would prefer to sniff out the scent and squash it with a knife.

When you cut your head with a knife, you fool! The moment I hear the sound of skull fractures with my fingertips, the rolling stone in my heart feels rather cool. A sense of relief that loosens things up. A sense of sadness somewhere. At the moment of killing something resembling a human, but not a human, the boy was able to immerse himself into oblivion. My head is a little numb.

Winter revolves around the jungle with a snap in its wrist, reaching out to those who glare at it. The sound of the Americans firing their guns and clearing them up feels like a fragrance somewhere far away. It has nothing to do with what I'm about to do. I thought so and cut across the day. An infectious substance from the neck collapses. Calmly mute the creeper with his intestines in his mouth. You concentrate hard enough to forget to breathe. Another one approaches. Paaak. A diagonal knife tears from temples to cheeks. Your jaw must have fallen out of shock. I stabbed myself in the throat. Pull it out before it sags. It kicks. It's a repetition of a simple task.

One day, the boy stands alone among hundreds of harmful spheres of infected species. There were no refugee volunteers left. Only a boy, ecstatic. I was so scared. The American soldiers were weary. Some had slightly decreased likelihood and some increased likelihood. Various responses were added to the system message log according to propensity.

Winter shreds the blade and checks the gun. The impact knocks and pushes the lever back. A hanging bullet protrudes out of your lunge and lands on the asphalt. Metallic noise is clear. It was an ugly flare, chewed by a trinket.

“What are you so fascinated about! You're supposed to be saving people from being buried! Ramirez, get your kids and get them back to the perimeter! ”

Sergeant Pierce raises his voice. New vehicles have arrived inside. He was a soldier who came to know the prison and wanted to support him immediately. The reaction rate was fast, but the war with grenades ended more quickly and became meaningless.