The Little Prince in the Ossuary

End of April # 9

Maybe the situation isn't so bad after all.

On the fifth day, winter encountered new evidence to support its conjecture.

“Is this a... special variant?" ”

Morales questioning himself. Private Mason insists.

“That's what I said before, isn't he just an idiot? ”

The expression is somewhat rough, but the winter experience is closer to the latter. The variant that collapsed in front of him had four thick muscular arms. It was such a threatening upper limb, but the center of gravity was a mess because the balance of front and back and forth was off. Eventually, I used my extended arm like a leg and ran normally. Even though the swinging arm was fierce, it was meaningless to shake the lower body.

Just like Mason said. The malformations that were mixed in the crowd that interrupted breakfast were very snowy. In addition to a normal pair, there was also a pair on the back, and two more on the arms.

There was an advantage that blindness did not exist, but the ability to accommodate visual information did not catch up with the extended eye. I think the eyes on my arm were especially problematic. Every time I use my arms to attack, my direction and posture are twisted. Later, I saw a weary herbal monster vomiting. I must have been dizzy.

‘It's rare to meet these things.... ’

Malformations were those who had crossed the edge of the world several times and had not met much. Trial and error signatures in the process of functionally transforming the human body.

This is just a guess of winter, but it is only by experience and reflection that the role of the world views. Unless you get a "battery" in exchange for an endless number of stars in your own void. Nevertheless, it was winter that I regarded it as close to the truth. Tell the soldiers.

“It's not just any mutant. It's a byproduct of the process of forming special variants. ”

“I've never seen anything like it... but it should be more common." ”

“Well, if you thought it was useless, you would have eaten it. It's a waste.”

“... Oh my. If that's true, it's very branchy. Monsters like X. ”

The dissident Mason revealed disgust on his face.

In the past, I've traveled around the ruins looking for abnormal remains to test this hypothesis. It was not easy because there were other remains everywhere. The predatory level of the variant in the first place is the level that breaks bones and sucks bone marrow. Such scattered bones are often difficult to discern from each other. Just like the others at the ranch who found Excel.

Nevertheless, one time I found conclusive evidence. The plague was the site of the hunt for plague. The one that was eaten looked very strange. There were several attachments, not arms or legs, but it was hard to guess. It is already a object of theft in that it is hard to guess.

The Department of Defense, which has seen this video, will come to a similar conclusion. Anyway, there should be some of the best minds in the world there. A healthy government can be helpful in many ways.

“In addition to all the immature ones, you're sending them off to fight the ones they would normally eat. Monsters must be desperate to break through the blockade, given the urgency to fill in the numbers. ”

Winter affirmed Morales' hope.

“The configuration of the variants has changed rapidly over the last few days. Perhaps there is a relocation of troops on the northern front. Even if it's less than California, it's not that small a force in Washington or Oregon. If you believe this, it's four million in the east. ”

He said as he listened to the new tactical PDA which is constantly updating information. Of course, it is difficult to blindly trust information about the situation. Because it is obvious that there is a mixture of lies and exaggerations for maintaining fraud. The evidence was from a defense tactical support group that was close to winter. The crew was also skeptical.

However, when I see such plausible circumstantial evidence in front of me, the story is different.

“As mutants, everything is a battle? ”

“Yes, I think that if we can somehow overcome this crisis, the density of the varieties will decrease greatly. So we have to work hard. to ease the burden on the east. ”

At the end of winter, everyone reacts more positively than before.

"Is the cruel moon really over? ’

Winter reminded me of the President's metaphor. I just borrowed Xigu to show my gratitude, but it feels like it fits with the situation. Obvious liberation was originally an operation that would not fail in any case. To do that, we've assembled over 10 million troops.

Although the attack on the central plains is paralyzed, 2 million are scattered, and they struggle against numerous variants as they succeed in hunting survivors, clear liberation can be resumed as much as possible if they frustrate the violence of the plague. The rift in the front makes the rear more dangerous. There are still enough troops. I still can't concentrate on filming the new devils.

The restoration of the United States will be a major turning point for this worldview. Greatly decreases the length of the wire and increases the amount of extra troops inversely. With that capacity, North America will be much safer than it is today, once it reaches the Canal of Panama.

Woof!

A small dog barked. When the reflected winter turned its gaze, Private Schulz was distracted by the concentrated attention and a small dog waving its tail fiercely. The wrapping paper of the apple flavored sauce included in the combat rations rolls the floor. The calories are high, the sodium (sodium) content is low, and it is less burdensome to digest since it is a liquid phase. It was a menu to feed the ugly dog.

Winter shakes hands.

“Stay back. There's nothing good about hygiene. Maybe he's rabid. ”

It was winter that I had suffered numerous damage from wild animals, whether it was people around me or myself. The mortality rate of rabies was not inferior to Mogelons. That is, if you get caught, you die. I'm not gonna run around brain-dead. Vaccination against common combat troops is thought to have only been carried out in central and southern command based on pre-disaster US mainland. Periodic inoculations were also required.

“Eh……. I understand.”

Schulz, who either didn't get vaccinated or has been around for a long time, retreats with a dark face. But the dog keeps clinging to it.

“You know the grace you've saved. if that's okay with you, you can take her and raise her. ”

Harper sighs as he sits on the saddle. I am not the only one who mourns. The little cuteness would be much closer to the mentally tough soldiers.

The dog tails everyone. He was being chased by a metamorphosis. The variety is probably from the Dacshund family. I whirl and whirl in place and bark cancan with a clear sound. Noise out of control. I can't take her even if it's not hygiene

It is relatively common for soldiers or units to raise animals. However, the Civil War was different from the usual wars, and the mission was also not an ordinary mission. Winter quietly played the rider.

“Just leave it and follow me. You have a request for assistance nearby. We're going to cover the survivors. ”

Hah! Excel correctly understands low fights. Maneuvers speed up. Dogs ran side by side, excited at first. However, it is falling behind. The pathetic bark fades behind my back. After a while, it fades beyond the wind. Schulz lets out a sigh he can't hear.

Dozens of papers fly from across the street. Winter snatches one right away. It was to inform survivors of the drop position and rally and retreat routes, cautions, and communication channels of supplies. These things are scattered tens of thousands of pages a day.

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata! Echoing gunfire from the front. Troop sized troops are engaged with a mutant group centered on a supply box on an open horizon. Variants approach by relying on the terrain. Winter draws a sniper rifle. The posture was stable despite the high pressure. The technique of horseback riding, the dexterity of movement, and the sophistication of personalization. The rifle twists its torso to support its left arm, and every time the hoof hits the ground, it wiggles slightly. Taang! A provocation made at the exact moment. The back of the Ghoul, which had not yet seen the cavalry, burst into pieces.

The semi-automatic shooting continues. One shot is deadly.

Rrrrgh!

It was a surprising grumble, but a trigger pulled at the moment of roar, a special bullet worth 200 times the price of a normal rifle, destroyed the water supply beneath the brain with an explosion that pierced the throat. After the roar, you do not get a proper charge. Still moving but struggling. Slow death. If the patterns start to change and the gamma grade is exceptionally durable and defensive, this side is just what it used to be.

Meanwhile, the motorcades also pulled out their guns, but they were still small targets given the quadruple scope (ACOG). It is difficult to expect a headshot unless it is near enough. But shoot.

Doo-doo, doo-doo! Two, two, three!

If there was an individual who shrunk away from the bullet, it was an object close to the ghoul. The winter you identify immediately pierces their hearts with one last bullet. Oops! The sound of my eyes. Bones, flesh points, and visceral pieces burst out of the body.

The horde between the survivors and the cavalry is wiped out in an instant. It clears quickly in other directions. As the gap narrows, Alejandro, who received the winter beacon, pulls out his spare weapon. It's a six-stemmed grenade launcher. Tutu Tung! The grenades draw parabolas over the Stragglers' heads. Take cover! Survivors on the ground. A transverse series of explosions rips them apart. It looked like it was egged by thousands of transparent blades.

The end of the fight was a sniper rifle. A straggler with 800 rounds in the crate launches a massive subjugation at the ridge of the mutants. Horse subjugation. Most of the missing subjects have just plunged into the slaughter without avoiding it. A small group of people, who came up with the concept of avoidance or concealment, were shot at.

“Who is the best? ”

When asked the question of winter, he was a lieutenant with a foolish expression. His name is Caspere.

“I heard the cavalry is coming to rescue you... ”

There was such information in the flyer. The third day of the sprayed dose included even illustrations. No, why? I don't know who suggested it, but I don't think it's a very relaxing winter.

“Hey, Major, not Lieutenant? ”

“I got promoted.”

“Huh……. ”

The blinded lieutenant seems distracted after a long time. The hand gripping the gun trembles. He must have been a senior platoon commander or a commanding officer of some kind. But this is good. Seeing that the troop markings of the troops together were all the same, their abilities were more than average, even if they were few.

“Lieutenant Caspere, can you lead the troops to the rally point?" ”

“Uh, can you come with me? No, can't you? Please.”

“I'd love to, but right now, hunting Trickster comes first. It's possible to keep your guard up while you're refueling and eating. We need to rest for a while... unless there's another directive. ”

Doing this for a little while was a big difference between winter and no winter. There are still some soldiers who are going down. When my surprised colleague flipped over, he fell into a deep sleep.

You hear the soldiers grumbling as they draw ammunition.

“Shit, why are you locking up like this? I almost died because I didn't have any ammo! ”

The blockade command, furthermore, was extremely wary of the transfer of weapons and ammunition to mutants. It may be hard for ordinary variants, but a more sophisticated and intelligent individual than Beta Ghoul might learn to use a gun. Even if it was just one of tens and hundreds of individuals, it would have to change the foundation of the tactics corresponding to the mutation.

There are also statistics that variants devour more than half of the food that goes into pollution to support civilians.

This was why the numbered locks began to run on airborne supplies, especially weapons and ammunition. The password is written in a simple ciphertext in the box: 1100 + 700 + 90 + 2. It was also in the judgment that it was dangerous to write it down.

As the enemy comes running screaming, the soldiers who face the crisis of extermination hit the lock with trembling hands have no choice but to curse the desk bites. Due to the notorious public education of the United States, there are even some soldiers who find it difficult to code. However, it was an unavoidable precaution in winter.

Artwork Reviews

# What was it... #

There was something I needed to say to the review, but I don't know why...

Because I'm getting old...

# Q&A

Q. Master Column: @ (Jinji) I eat Tangsoo meat sauce in soy sauce that gives me to "not eat" buns. [nonsense response]

A. It's just soy sauce-fried pork.

Q. Unlimited One: I think @ Humpback is an individual involved in the growth of newly born immature individuals or the creation of augmented species. The first non-reproductive organisms (the thinking individuals) are not subject to Trickster's control, but if you look at the controlled descriptions, could you be involved in this mutation as well? This could have come from Trickster's ascension to Beta.

A. I love it when readers speculate like that. Haha.

Q. Karpis: Therefore, it is best to stay away from dangerous Tang Su Kyung and close to the Lord. Chimen!

A. I used to love chicken, but these days I can't eat it because it's too salty... BBQ doesn't taste particularly good, but it just keeps going up in price...

Q. Skooma: @ foolishly threw away coupons before I read this novel. Beat this rash reader with your fellowship, Writer!

A. Why are you scolding me? The writer will be scolded... You are a wicked man to see you lie like this. There's no such thing as a good reader in this novel...

Q. DDFASFD3000: Haven't you seen the reviews of @ writers? By the way, Humpbacks can be infectious substances producing and growing.

A. Reviews are harmful text, just like the Joara Terms and Conditions, so you don't have to read them. Well, the Humpback role is... haha...

Q. KTH: @ engineering schools have magic that makes triangles easier than normal constants. So the guy in engineering must have lost his sympathy...

A. Triangle function seems like an easy number... Most of the heroes who save the world are from a binary realm because it's possible... They cry against the weak door.

Q. Pretending: I can see > I can see

A. Thank you. Let's fix that.

Q. When winter comes to treating virtual personalities , fiction often implies that it's not virtual, but genuine. So how many times have you ever had PTSD with your closest virtual personalities dying? There must have been good people in the old world, but not necessarily autumn.

A. While I'm uncomfortable explaining the psychology of the character at work, I'll make it simple because I think it's probable decay.

It's sad, but it's quiet. It comes from familiarity. Because there is a life worse than death, and he died in the world of the living, and he craves rest himself, he does not feel a strong loss in the separation from the virtual personalities who live a human life than the rest of the world.

Of course, it doesn't exist.

And that's why post-insurance encourages this view of the world.