The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# High Risk High Return (2), Paso Robles

Winter invested in the Reading Method. I got Talent Advantage, but didn't raise it much. Experience points should always be extra.

If the readability level is high, there is no need to politicize the map, reduce the likelihood of reading, provide information analysis, and even once the map is memorized automatically. Memory means mini-map updates soon. They are also offered convenience in augmented reality.

Currently, it was just easier to read the map. The degree to which the shortest path appears on the map, for example, or is highlighted brightly in contrast to features.

It's not that far to the destination, Daniel Lewis Middle School. It is also less likely to get lost in a well-organized city. But I was trained to be safe.

Unread messages. The augmented reality signal flashed. I've been ignoring you. You can't just do this. The conversation window was opened. Viewers wanted information I organize my thoughts. My thoughts became sentences.

The Reading Method is not required, but it is comfortable in many ways. It's easy to be blamed if you go the wrong way when it matters. The relevant challenge is this mountain? . Achievement effect is reduced chance of poisoning.

I closed the window without seeing any reaction.

The broadcast was still uncomfortable. under normal circumstances. But virtual reality is a new life. Whether the root is false or not, I hope it's your own.

‘I can't help it……. ’

I had to avoid obstacles. It was too much for the four of us to clean up. It takes a lot of time compared to the distance, so it is easy to distort the sensation of the street when mixed into battle. It was the reason why they invested in the Reading Act.

The leading boy raised his fist. Stop Signal. Point the gun at the direction where Survival Sense is warned. You wait a moment. A stalled freight car, an infectious strain that appears around the corner. One eye has a cloudy pupil. I don't think I'll be able to see. Indeed, he rolls his other eye and looks this way.

Before it screams, the boy pulls the trigger. Puff. A silencer that's been filtered once. The slide snaps and spits out bullets. A mutant collapses with a burst of eyes. From the busted back of the head, a bribe flows.

The point of separation from Lieutenant Capston was at the intersection of Route 24 and Paso Robles. After going south to 13, he had to go back east for a long time, and the upper boundary of the reading method was about 4.3 kilometers. If the road is clear and there are no other threats, one hour is enough.

I did not choose the route to the south. It was the main road, so there were too many obstacles. Stopped vehicles. Lots of vehicles means many are infected during the evacuation. It's a good way to get XP. However, I was most likely unable to reach my destination by sunset.

So I followed the other road, Riverside Avenue, down south. It runs alongside the roads inside the city. There were advantages of having fewer obstacles than roads.

One of the Baptist churches was impressive along the way. It was because the verses of the prophecy that sought God along with the full wall of the Bible were written in red.

“That can't be blood, right? ”

The half-naked man's voice trembled. Winter reminded me of the time to be born. There was an augmented reality hologram floating with intellectual correction. His name is Anjejun. I heard you're from the Marines.You 're surprisingly scared. You volunteered to follow me.

That's a lot of math to take in.

“Let's hope not. ”

A woman's voice that continues. I'm shaking, too. Then everyone except the boy screamed. The church window had a chin and a bloody handprint on it. Above that, a yellow face crept up. Oops. I saw it this way. Targeting the party is too late, as you've been caring about them. We should blow his head off before we call the others.

Shhhhh!

That monstrosity that sounds stuffy through the window, how big it will be inside the building. The silencer fires a few blunt gunshots. He's been shot in the mouth with two bullets. Dead blood splattered on a cracked window, turning dark red stains flowing down.

The front door of the church shook. Turbulence. It won't open. The banging. They must have barricaded themselves in. Every time I squeak, I see dozens of bloodshot eyes through the door. I feel anger and hunger. You swiftly sweep around in the winter. I see an abandoned camper on the road.

“Get behind me! Come on!"

The three of them hurried forward, knowing that winter wasn't following them, they stopped.

“What about Winter?! ”

Instead of answering, the boy draws a jungle diagram from his waist. Raise your hands with your remaining hands.

“I have nothing to worry about! ”

The three of them hesitated, but they couldn't stand the sight of the door growing. Hide in a hurry.

The door bursts. It's best to describe it that way. One falls apart, and the other twists strangely. Infectious variants spilling out. The things that come first are not normal. Peeled and crushed by what you push behind you. It was skin and muscles that were peeled off. I can't walk on my feet. I'm rolling.

Starving death pours out. There was nothing better than a horde of panicked humans. Rather, it's worse. Everything that fell and was trampled on was confiscated. The user does not avoid obstacles due to decreased intelligence. I keep falling. I'll die if I fall. But there were more healthy ones. He spreads his limbs and rushes into a frenzy.

The boy lured the herd. Tackle the abandoned vehicles with a knife. Boldly, the pace was a little too fast. The boy doesn't look to the group, even though the mutant doesn't have any intelligence at all. They'll be looking at you the same way. That's why you raise your voice to listen to the group. To make a loud noise by filtering out the plank, I had to give it a painful push.

“If they show their backs, shoot them! Speakers are forbidden! Aim for the Triple Braille! Head! Heart! Wait, it's still fast! Don't shoot!”

If you leave the injured object alone, it will look back, find the group and make a distinctive sound. Depending on the variant, animal level communication is possible.

Thanks to the experience of multiple times, the instructions were not obstructed as to the urgency of the situation. At first, I knew it was virtual, but I was overwhelmed by what I saw. My head was white and empty. Right now, the heart rate is within range of normal.

There were differences in physical abilities among the variants. The host is a Human.Those in good condition rush ahead of the pack.

The boy draws his sword, one step to the side. The running inertia and cutting force were engaged. The top half of the headache flies away in a flash. Either "Melee Skilled" or "Melee Combat" were insufficient, they would have been overwhelmed by weight, or at least their center would have shifted.

Three in a row. I avoided it easily. Infected Humans have more strength and less agility. Sophisticated movement is impossible unless it is a parent variant. Even humans can't change directions during a sprint. More variants.

At a point where several meters were left, the Battle Sense revealed the time and path of evasion. In fact, the boy's own senses are enough. The torso of the strain twisting towards the boy on the right. However, the lower body is still running. Sudden change in the center of gravity. You stab a blade at the neck of a man who falls alone. Full swing in the outward direction, starting above the left shoulder. A knife that cuts through the spinal cord and a mutation that can't beat inertia. The twitch was just a dying convulsion.

The knife is too far to cut down the last one. A mutant gives out a big hand. At almost touching, the boy lowered his posture. I feel like I hit my shoulder. A mutant swallowed the air. He struggled to catch the boy while he was still awake. He falls from his head and breaks his neck. However.

It only took six breaths to deal with four infected people. From the standpoint, it was quick. Leaning to the side of the camper car, the group is appalled at the sight of a healthy boy. Extremely prepared against those who can't even aim and shoot.

“Not yet! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!”

A boy who keeps his eyes fixed on the coming threats and keeps his hands up and stops shooting. I shouted over and over again. One urgent situation is insufficient. Extreme tension and fear paralyze reason. I often didn't understand it even after listening to it.

Winter quickly instructed.

“One out of three… No, Mr.HYLAR, watch the other way! Hear the sound and a new horde may come!” You slaughter a newcomer, and then the boy speaks in a steady voice. “Park Jin-seok, search the camper while you still have time! If it gets dangerous, we have to hide in the car, close the door, and hold on! ”

Having dealt with the strongest of them all, the herd has come as far as it can smell.

Winter was more chaotic. He's a decoy. Redirecting the decoy is just as important as speed. Every time I move to the left and to the right, the heat in front of the chasing herd reacts accordingly, pushing me from behind where I can't see. I fall a lot. It was more effective if I went back and forth with obstacles.

If you do that, it will be less dense. Having an environment to deal with the majority as a minority. The boy's attack was largely transverse. Vertically, it can be used as an attack, but a knife to the skull is difficult to recover. You should cut shallow to avoid the bone. You have to follow the lifeline. As long as the variant utilizes the human mechanism, it cannot move without breathing.

“Now! Shoot! Fire!"

Three heads exploded at a time. Three? Though I didn't expect the instructions to be well followed.... Winter raised its voice.

“Yura, behind you! I told you to watch your back! ”

“Sorry……! ”

Oops. I think he was going to scream unconsciously. A much louder voice than the one the silencer killed. Again, a nervous person makes mistakes easily.

She shuts her mouth. You are late. Some of the crowd turns back, slowing down. Winter slammed onto the bonnet of a nearby vehicle and climbed to the roof. Collect the Jungle schematic and free the rifle. Click, click. Adjustments were placed in the speaker and the cranium rested on the shoulders. Quick aim with your experience in Personalized Weaponry Skills and Combat Senses.

Pfft! Pfft!

The silenced gunfire is dull and bizarre. The shell bounces. 30 rounds of ammunition are emptied four seconds later. And I couldn't stop some of them from screaming. About half of the herd that has been lured reacts. Mostly left behind. The number is close to twenty.

You grind the magazine close to your instinct and turn the silencer around. The snapped noiser crashes and plunges. I didn't have time to waste picking it up. Hold, aim, half breath to fire.

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

The silencer removed the rifle and cries like crazy. It's hard to tell without firing. At least 140 decibels, instantaneous, but roughly 100 times the noise of the aircraft.

It's that crowded. It was enough to bring attention to the mutants. Not all of them, but most of them. Individuals facing the Gear Cohort Party are exposed to the boy's continuous firing. My head was blown off or missed through my chest. At least I lost my mobility.

The response to this was never long, but it was enough time for the vehicle to be surrounded. There are already two climbing objects. If they had not interfered with each other, they would have already gone up and left.

What do we do? We use grenades. It's a waste of firepower. A special variant may appear in the school... Ammunition consumption is also too strong to anticipate.

Eventually, you carry your gun behind your back and lift the Jungle again. This is a powerful advantage because you have a high position in melee combat. The weapon is too short to be defective, but combat technology can offset its weaknesses. The group of two shoots carve the herd from behind, but slows down.

Faces swarming underneath the vehicle, each reaching out his hand and screaming. The full monsters seemed to cry out. The boy thought.

Many of these were all in the church.

If the end comes, people will still try to find God, even though the glory of God is long gone. If there was a God, what would he think of this era? What do you think about the day you sell your body and live in a fantasy with only your brain left?

The man crawls up, and winter grabs his neck. Stick it in the open mouth and kill it. You kill the body and throw it in one direction. They were surrounded and ravaged. A fallen corpse does not collapse. The boy leaps over the shattered corpse like a long leg and rolls over into the vacant ground beyond.

My back hurt a lot when I was rolling. It's because I have a place to hold a gun. Ignored, I got up straight in the direction of rolling. The monsters behind your back are closer than they really are. The front courtyard was surrounded by a waist-high fence. Grabs a sharp tip and jumps to a snap. You take five more steps to kill the speed, then look back.

Qajik! A sharp fence has become a hook for the humans. The intestines that flow from the torn stomach. It's because of the horde pushing from behind. I'd be more than happy to be alone. The fence collapses. The horde falls. Winter breaks through.

Combat boots were a great weapon. It's hard.It breaks your neck if you push it hard. Kwack, Kwack, Kwack. The cracking of the cervical spine. I was careful not to get caught in the clumsy hands, and kicked as I ran, making time and space. The more space there is between the hordes, the easier it will be to deal with.

You put a pistol in one hand and put a bullet in the dangerous one first. Even if your senses are numb, you can't stop the muscles from contracting spontaneously. If a lung is pierced, rapid movement is impossible. But it's moving. It was not just because of the infectious mutant stage.

Even a healthy Human.It's hard to defeat a single person when they're angry.

Infectious mutants are more difficult than drugged humans. It's hard to kill with a handgun unless you blow your head off. It's time to use your sword. Relying on technology correction, winter became a butcher. Blood, guts, flesh points, groaning. This is hell. The groaning of the mutants grows less and less, and the last blade of blood splatters darker and redder.

A place where the commotion had passed. The streets are crawling with corpses. If you look at it, it reaches seventy tough places. Occasionally, there were things that crawled into the unholy body. They've been shot on sight. When I finished processing them, it became really quiet. So far, the commotion seems to be a lie.

I needed some time to find the silencer I threw away. I retrieved it and approached the camper. The gaze of two men is fleeting. If you look at the system notifications, Affinity has decreased, even though the affection has increased. To feel awe and fear together.

Well, that's good enough. The boy looks at the woman who is still trembling. You can't even look back, and the gun aimed backwards is trembling. A breathless voice, a humming, whispering voice.

“Hey, what's going on over there? What's going on? Why is it suddenly so quiet?! Is the small commander okay?! ”

Winter responded instead of the two men who were still speechless.

“It's over, Yura. You can turn around now. ”

Hic. She is surprised by the voice of winter, and slowly, cautiously turns like a statue. Winter lets out a sigh and climbs up, grabbing the gun that comes back to you.

“You shouldn't point a gun at a person. ”

“ ……. ”

She's unresponsive. However, system notifications are still being updated. Likeability is somewhat different from the two men before it. First, it would be guilt and regret, and second, it would be because I did not see the fight firsthand.

Even looking at it with a shivering look. She hugs the winter and kills the sound and cries.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I did something stupid..." ”

“It's okay. No one's hurt. ”

Pull your shoulders back and clap. Once again, the notification has been updated.

Artwork Reviews

Around 11pm on the 23rd. A bar near a corner market.

Writer: Look. There are no bad comments on the new novel.

Cartoonist friend: You have to be famous to run. You're not famous.

Programmer friend: People who didn't have a lot of fun think they just dropped out before they commented.

Writer: Screaming...