The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Suspension (4)

The cathedral was small but godly. The sun approaching the horizon penetrates the stained glass. My lord be praised through sister water. The verse of praise imprinted above and below the round window was unique. in that it's hard to guess what that means.

There is a loud knock from inside the Chapel.

Morales cut his hand on the gonads and painted the sign. Children who imitate the behavior of a corporal. Winter sends a call to slow down and watch the rear. The front is winter alone.

The crucifix was stained with filthy blood. Mutants are knocking on the door on the right side of the umbilical cord. It was probably the bride's residence.

Two mutants stayed close to the entrance, then bent their heads toward winter. Knock, knock! With an instant shot, it pierces the head. The corpses of the two spheres collapse heavily. The herd does not look back. It was because they were deaf to the noise they made.

Without ghouls, it's only this much.

You shoot off all the remaining mutants and move through the cracked winter seats. There are bodies everywhere. Inadequate to infect from time to time, or the most vulnerable after mutation and eaten by others. Morales and Schultz calmed down frightened children. The prisoner, his hands tied behind his back, is dragged like an animal towards the slaughterhouse. It rolls its eyes back and forth, crushed by the air of death. The pale face shimmered with cold sweat.

The door to the priest's quarters was pulled open, but the stupid mutants just knocked and pushed. The door hook was strangely heavy. A door that opens with a screaming sound. A corpse hanging from the handle is dragged from the other side. He was a man in plain clothes.

This can't be all.

Winter fell behind an empty shelter. Scratches appear as you push the blood out of the central passageway to your toes. Trace of a heavy box or something. Following the trail leads to the left side of the Empire. The exteriorly protruding wall was brighter than the other areas. It was likely a compartment covered with expansion.

If it expanded around the beginning of the end, there is only one possible use.

As soon as I opened the rectangular door to the basement, part of the floor, I saw the gray heads. Living death lurks beneath the ladder. Kyaaah! Monsters that have seen the light for a long time are crazy about winter. There was no one climbing up the ladder in the barrel pushing against each other. Winter when you shoot one at a time, facing the collapsed pupils.

“The bomb shelter... … ”

Morales frowns at the bribe below the vertical passageway.

“Stay here. I'm gonna go down and check it out. ”

The winter I instructed suddenly jumped. Wadduk. The recess lies beneath your feet. The added weight of the equipment was enough to crush the overlapping corpses. The stench was everywhere.

Another door appeared. But this time it was a strong metal. The ceiling had a closed-circuit camera. I wave my hand towards the lens, but it doesn't react Is it not working? Although the other buildings have been cut off before, there is a separate supply system with this kind of facility.

Boom, boom, boom. I hang up and pound loudly and shout.

“I'm here to rescue you! Anybody in there? ”

Enhanced hearing detected an invisible disturbance. It's not an outbreak of plague. All kinds of people arguing in front of you. A moment later, the door opened and a priest dressed in a priest's uniform appeared. People pointing guns at each other in broad spaces, under a lack of light.

The bride opens her hands to the winter, shouting with joy towards the people.

“Look, everyone! This is the will of the Lord! ”

... Huh?

What the hell is going on here? It was a disgraceful winter.

The one who is confronting is the whole prison uniform except for one person who looks like a hostage. The other side is mostly casual, with two uniformed cops and a sheriff in it. Either way, we're outgunned. Of course, that would be enough to kill each other.

“Lt. Winter? Lieutenant! Lieutenant, thank you! Thank you so much!”

The hot, bearded landscape bursts into tears. Excessive emotion spreads like a plague. A passion for heroes.

On the contrary, the prisoners became noticeably pale. The bald head of an orb with a spider tattoo crept up to the neck, glancing at the winter. The gun was still pointed at the officers. The trembling hand was not only a fear, but also an inner conflict. I'd like to change my aim and shoot a boy officer right away. His threat of ascending and descending was proof of that. There are other clues.

“No more fighting! Put down your weapons, as promised! Come on!"

The screaming bride stands at the center of the crossing line. Opening his arms, a blurry shadow was the shape of a cross. The nun helped the bride. But neither of them let go of murder. Rather, it became more tense. The sheriff aims a gun at Baldy and attacks the winter.

“Lieutenant! Help! We have to shoot them now! Rapists and murderers! Father, get out of the way! I'm interrupting! ”

The bald hair is thick. Blood lines wiggle beneath the scalp.

“Fuck you, you fucking cop! Kill someone, Mara! ”

Later, the man who would have woken up the medicine raised his hand in a flash.

“Bite them all! You touch her and we're all dead! Huh!”

I'm holding a grenade. There were no safety pins. Shit. Where did that come from again? The officer with the pistol grips his teeth. You're breathing heavily. You keep your eyes open and only see grenades. I didn't know when to accidentally pull the trigger. The civilians send their mourning eyes to the winter, trembling.

And so were the prisoners.

Morales shouts on the vertical walkway.

“What's going on down there? Do you want us to come down?”

“No! Stay there! There's a problem, but I'll take care of it! ”

During winter, the bride appeals to the prisoners in tears.

“You can't do this! Do not commit sin! We can all live together! ”

It didn't work. The junkie did something bad. Don't bullshit me.

“Hey, lieutenant! ”

The call of baldness brought winter back.

“Major. What's your name? ”

“…… Hunt. Caleb Hunt.”

Hunt swallows and asks.

“If you're here, does that mean it's safe outside now? ”

“I killed everything I encountered on the way here. ”

“…… You are very relaxed in this situation. ”

“This situation? ”

It shivers with the look of winter leaning in its head. The other prisoners became paler. Hunt grunts with an impression that he thinks it's a power struggle.

“It's no use bluffing! What if a grenade goes off, no matter how smart you are? ”

“So?”

“Let's make a deal. ”

“ ……. ”

“Shit, I know we look like fucking assholes right now, but we haven't killed anybody since we got here. I confessed! After being trapped down here, we just wanted to have some fun with each other before we die! I thought he was going to die anyway! Fuck!”

I think I know what's going on. Hunt wipes his sweat from his forehead to his head, making sure he gets confidence in the look of the winter he hears.

“There must be some men outside, right? A major would be a major, at least. Give me as many weapons as we have. Ammunition rations too! If you show enough sincerity, I'll let them go gently. I'll release the hostages last. We're staying here. I don't think we should do this. ”

“What are you going to do if you're the only ones left? He won't last long. ”

“It doesn't matter whether we die or not! ”

“Well, we can't leave armed criminals behind. I don't know when or where I'm gonna hurt anybody. So that's an unacceptable request. I don't have enough weapons to give away in the first place. ”

“Then what are we going to do! You want to see them all die?! Huh?!"

“Drop the gun and surrender. I promise I won't kill you. I'll make a restraining order.”

“Crazy……. ”

“Don't be stupid. I'll protect you, too. ”

Winter has changed the tone.

“I didn't just stand there because I was afraid of grenades. You don't have the guts to put it in the first place, but it doesn't matter. Just cover it with a corpse before it explodes. The body will be one of you. A gun? I'm sure I'll kill them all before I shoot them first. ”

The junkie panted.

“Well, do you think that's possible? ”

“Why, don't you think that's possible? If you have any doubts, just ignore me. Your body will know the consequences. ”

Threats are already done with the calculations. 3 seconds of wick burning is enough time to overflow. When testing the reaction rate in Fiquad, Captain Fowler flattened the winter like this. We'll be able to take on five fronts at once. It was even a conclusion that came to the conclusion of a regular military-grade enemy.

“Gentlemen, please listen to the words of the winter. ”

The old nun barely persuaded me.

“You promised. Let's wait until today. If salvation comes before then, let us think of it as the will of the Lord. Everything that happens in this world is the providence of the Holy Lord. It's no coincidence that you are here in the middle of winter. It doesn't matter if someone has faith or not. ”

The nun slowly approaches the junkie.

“Get lost, you whore! You want me to take you hostage? Huh?”

The prisoners' guns return to the nun. However, as the bride began to approach together, the chaos deepened. Who to point at.

“Everything loves the Lord's providence! And those fucking zombie bastards are God's providence? I'll kill them all! Get out of here! Touch me and we're all dead! I'm going to hell! ”

The moment the trigger's finger is pulled, the criminal's mind is cut off and thinner than a normal person's.

His pistol exploded.

At the end of the winter rifle, the silencer raises a faint beginnings.

The silent sound of rolling ammunition in the basement was lonely. Three prisoners groan, gripping their hands and arms. I bled out. Because of the shrapnel in the pistol. Even though it was a scattered target, it was in one direction for winter. It only took me a moment to shoot three times, fixing my aim.

“Don't even think about it. ”

The warned junkie closes his eyes. My trembling hands slowly came down and stayed in my chest. With one hand holding and aiming, no one stopped the winter. It's because of the shooting I showed you earlier. Hunt only moves his eyes against the wall.

Winter's hands are covered in grenades.

A shout erupted from the other side.

“Sheriff, prisoners, please. Don't kill him, though. ”

Hunt grits his teeth at the end of winter.

“I'd rather kill him. It's better to die here than be captured and treated like animals again. A man has his pride. ”

I heard an angry voice, but I felt a tear. A curious winter asks.

“Beast? What do you mean? ”

“Shit! Executioner forced labor! No one thinks we're people! Even if we were assholes! ”

Forced labor... Winter frowned slightly. It was the first I had heard of it in this world view.

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# Q&A

Q. Brünhardt: @ Will you come up with equipment like an enhanced exoskeleton later?

A. Objects other than Centurion are impossible due to power problems.

Q. Karphis: When I went to the English Literary, I saw the Prince of the Charnel House on the shelf, and I was struck by Heart Attack. When I woke up, I had my receipt and my 1,2 books in my bag. What do I do now?

A. When you use it as a pan holder, light it to keep your food warm throughout your meal.:)

Q. Omission: @ Suddenly I'm reminded that the word "Linder" is used in NC Soft's game... Did you play that game?

A. I think I did a little bit of that in elementary school.

Q. Is it going to be a day when @ winter goes from the game to Korea?

A. Well... it was the original route to a satellite base near Port Roberts, but it could be omitted due to quantitative control issues.

Q. KTH: @ Operation Child realizes the mind of winter and acts like winter after the conclusion of the agreement...

A. It's not a happy ending, so... heh... like I said many times, this novel is all together.

We'll have a happy ending.

Q. Master Column: I'd like to offer you a bundle of unhealthy Karamansi beverages to help you concentrate, but would you like to try one?

A. Haha, thank you. I just want to accept it.I can't sleep because I feel burdened when I receive a gift like that.

Q. Ireland: @ Infectious body will get spiked, mutated or die.

A. Depends on the object. Sometimes they die, sometimes they become ghouls. Everything else worked, but I think I might have a chance to explain it in my book... maybe.