How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (5)

A woman with a seagull insignia on her shoulder looks at us with pitiful eyes. Judging by the redneck scarf and even the deputy sheriff’s badge, he must have been a senior.

In the meantime, Osberg was stolen. He didn’t even hand over the OZ shotgun. I stole it, but he eats all the swearing.

“You dude! I told you to stand guard, did you forget to eat peanuts here? Follow me now! Princess bag, you too! All you scarecrows on the rooftop, come down!”

The Disease Crisis Management Agency’s jumper is small. If it was a little bigger, I would have covered the bag generously.

The ‘scarecrows’ on the roof shouted.

“What’s the matter, are you telling us to come too?”

“Welcoming guests! Gangsters, they outnumber us and are well armed! Then you should show sincerity on this side too, right?”

The men on the roof complained and disappeared behind them. The donkey backed away and pointed at me with a finger glistening with saliva.

“Wait, wait. This guy is kinda weird You seem like someone you haven’t seen before, but have you ever been recruited without me knowing?”

The woman stares at the donkey as if to kill it.

“Do you want to keep wasting time like this? Busy!”

“He’s really a stranger! Maybe he’s a spy for another gang!”

The seagull insignia came towards me and quickly took off the mask. I want to stare blankly for a while, but then I start to step back.

“Big. Greatness.”

… I don’t know why you’re shy.

“Well, um. Where are you from? It seems like someone I haven’t seen.”

The donkey was talking about something, but the woman became very polite. She also seems a bit shy.

“Does it matter?”

“Important. There is no one among us as handsome as you.”

When I looked in the mirror, it didn’t look like much had changed. Just because I got a little bit of asymmetry doesn’t mean I’m going to hear this kind of appearance.

Or am I, by any chance, a face that can be secretly eaten?

“So, if you don’t want to be left behind, tell me where you belong. What squad are you?”

…Playing with people.

Put your face toward the woman. The embarrassed woman takes a step back.

“I heard you were handsome just now.”

“Isn’t this crazy?”

“Are you cheating on me now?”

The reasons to kill have increased.

As if bewildered, the woman put her hand on the pistol at her waist. To pull out her gun. So this woman can’t stop my OZ shotgun from being pointed at her head.

Percussion.

The woman’s body hesitates. It seems to stumble in search of her head, which was there just before, and then topples.

“Uh, uh uh?” “What, what’s up!”

The donkey is wearing pretty decent armor. He spun around behind him. Three guys run down the stairs and shoot. The donkey that had become a cannon fodder screamed pathetically.

“You should go to a girls’ high school, hey.”

Shoot the OZ shotgun over his shoulder. One fella fell asleep. Abandon OZ, pull out a pistol and shoot him in the head. One foot. Missed. One foot. The guy over there was right.

The donkey’s body shakes at the last man’s response. Two shots to the head and one to the chest, tilting his head to deflect the blood pouring down like a shower.

“Gp. Turn off… Whoa… “

The guy who was knocked down by the shotgun screamed. In the meantime, he lifts his gun and tries to shoot me. Finish off with his pistol.

“Oops. Black. Omg. Crane. Whoops. Uh huh her. Heehee… “

As if it had sprinted a hundred meters, the donkey gasped and knelt down on her knees.

“Say, save… help me… please… ”

“This belongs to my nephew.”

“You don’t have a nephew, you b*tch… !”

“Right. No. You will too.”

I pulled the trigger. The guy stumbled and fell. He grabbed a handful of shotgun bullets from the guy’s vest.

Clap. Reload Osberg. A chattering sound is heard. The sound of hasty footsteps. Let out a long sigh

“Yeah. Well, let’s turn it over.”

It’s time to kill them all.

* * * * *

On the other side, the factory area.

We are almost there.

Of course, the message was still not delivered. If the message cannot be delivered, it means that there is no bag equipped with a small base station around.

‘Check with the naked eye and take a picture with a mobile phone camera.’ Had it not been for the order, they would have withdrawn long ago. But orders are orders. I don’t like it, but I have to force myself to follow it.

The leader, Camilla, who was advancing while dissatisfied, stopped everyone. I pointed to her ear to tell her to focus on the sound. It was far away, but it was definitely a gunshot. It is also a complex sound with many different sounds mixed together.

‘A gunfight?’

Things have changed. I could hear the guards on the factory side exchanging radio calls in urgent voices. The guys who were resting inside lined up.

– Factory, Factory No. 3! Answer!

The walkie-talkie of the guy you just strangled is crackling.

– Mr. Ai, hey. Are you sleeping again? It’s an emergency! It’s a situation!

Camilla tapped her walkie-talkie mic rhythmically with her finger.

– What is it? Is your walkie-talkie broken? Hit it if you’re listening! If you’re in a bad situation, hit twice!

Talk.

– Okay, listen up! It’s a gunfight on the town side. I can’t grasp the current situation, so stand alert! If the situation breaks out, leave the factory and call to the village! First of all, the human auction is proceeding as scheduled, so I know that!

Talk.

The radio was disconnected. The liberators lowered their voices.

“How are you doing, Camilla?”

The village is quite far. If you just check your bag and leave, there is no problem. However, the words that came through the radio caught Camilla and her crew on their feet.

“… Didn’t you just say it was a human auction?”

“It was.”

Camilla twisted her mouth. The faces of the remaining members of the Liberation Army did not look comfortable either.

“Over there. It’s a cloud of dust. It’s grandiose. It looks like the motor gangs nearby are flocking to it.”

As if the horizon were complaining, a loud and frivolous dust rose. This is almost at the level of a gang war. The chaos will grow as it grows, but it will never diminish.

“…A man taking a man as livestock. This should never happen. This is especially unacceptable for us, who have to expand our presence against civilians in non-reserved areas.”

Anyway, they are the people of Elsa. My beloved Elza shouldn’t be like this. Dirty things must be washed away.

“But let’s find the bag first. That’s our job.”

The Liberation Army members’ eyes drooped. It didn’t show as well because she was wearing a balaclava, but Camilla thought they were cute.

“Instead, let’s move a little faster, and give us some extra time. If the operation is successful, let’s jump into the people’s rescue mission with joy. If it fails.”

“What if it fails?”

“Is anyone here happy to come? Not me.”

Everyone shook their heads. Camilla gave a cruel smile.

“Then, I thought I’d relax and go. How about it? Slowly…Destroy those who stained Elza.”

“I like that.”

Thinking of them as easy-to-understand and kind kids, Camilla grabbed her walkie-talkie and stood up.

“Pioneer!”

* * * * *

I ran into a nearby general store. The shelves were topped with long planks, heavy bricks on one side and sandbags on the other. I pierced a hole in the sandbag with a hunting knife, got out through the back door, and hid behind a dumpster in the alley.

The bricks fall with a bang. The three guys who were looking for me turn their guns at once. Shoot a rifle One was hit in the head and the other grabbed his neck and fell. The last one belatedly turns the gun, but my gun is faster.

“Kekek, kaaak! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you! aaa!”

I see guys running from the other side. He raises his arms and shouts.

“Over there! A general store with a red sign! He’s hiding there! Run quickly!”

“Kuaaa!

No one cares about the cry of the fallen. I shoot one shot at the legs of those who pass by, kneel down and shoot them in the back of the head.

Run.

I never let go of pointing to the map in my head while running.

I pulled up the mask a bit more and ran up the stairs next door. Lie down on the edge. She puts her pink briefcase upright, pulls out a bullet, and finishes reloading her rifle and pistol. It would be nice to have a spare magazine, but it doesn’t matter much if you don’t have one.

Just pick up any gun, shoot it roughly, and throw it away. Sometimes it’s easier and faster than reloading. I am one many opponents. Putting aside anything that doesn’t match the zero point, if you spray it like a sprayer, someone will be right.

Put your bag back on, wait for the two to pass under the roof, then shoot them with your rifle. One died instantly, the other missed. He shoots me while hiding in a corner. Pipik, pat! A piece of cement hit by a bullet bounces off.

Thousands of hours of play reminds me of the deaths I’ve suffered. It reminds me of watching streamer strategy videos in my spare time.

When you’re ‘stuck’ in an opponent’s firing range, your best bet is to throw a grenade to disengage them. If you shoot the guy who runs away from the shrapnel, it’s over. But if he has nothing to throw, he shouldn’t stay down. He has to step back, turn around and hit the side.

My heart sinks when the sound of my heart rings in my ears.

I crawled back and then jumped up. I jumped to the roof of the next building about 1m away. I lowered my stance and walked around the corner of the roof. I see a guy hiding in the corner. Thinking I was there earlier, I glanced sideways, and our eyes met.

I winked at him in one eye and shot him. Blood splatters on the walls like when you shoot a paintball.

“Ha ha.”

There is no one who comes into sight once. Shouts and screams, cries for retreat are heard. Even from a distance, its unique accent can be easily heard.

But now I have to change my strategy a bit.

The guys I’ve met so far were armed for ‘zombies’. That’s why shotguns and pistols were the main weapons.

Of course, there were some guys who were equipped with slug bullets, which are sturdy iron balls, rather than small bean bullets that spread small, and could fire a heavy shot even at mid-range, but their power was strong but their rate of fire was insignificant, so the longer the engagement was, the more advantageous I was.

But now I have to fight against the armed guys against the ‘people’. This means that the comparative advantage is greatly reduced. The armament should be similar or better than mine.

So confusion is necessary.

More confusion. Even more confusion.

I have to pretend to be them and hide in the chaos, catching and killing them one by one.

‘…Slaves in the apple warehouse. I’d better release them.’

What scares the master more than a runaway slave?