How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (7)

I ran with my arms raised to the guard post that was difficult to access, where the machine gun was installed.

“Stop! Stop! Where do you belong…”

The gang members at the guard post shout, but just in time, bang! One of the shotguns that had been installed fired.

I fell to my knees screaming. The guys at the guard post also crouch and beckon us to come quickly. The charges were cleared Almost crawling, they quickly crawled into the post.

“I live thanks to you!”

The gang members even gave out water bottles and were wary of the owner. A machine gunner in a pretty good bulletproof helmet glared ahead.

“What kind of lunatic would do this sh*t?”

“I am.”

Shoot the back of the knee. The archer shows the nape of his neck as he sits down, mourning his broken leg. Bang, bang. Bang. Neatly finished. While lying down, the gunner’s bulletproof helmet is removed. It was bloody and sticky, so I rubbed it on the dead person’s clothes, roughly wiped it, and put it on.

“A machine gun.”

A weapon I’ve always been curious about. Staring down the street Two vehicles are approaching hurriedly. Grab the stationary machine gun and shoot straight.

Two cars took a sharp turn and crashed into the window of the store next door.

“Why do you park like that?”

Boom—!!

The vehicle exploded. Black smoke comes out. It’s okay, I even scratched the other car. I was able to sit down because the air in the tires was all blown out, but the fire did not catch up until after I had been shooting for quite a while. Kwak! It blows out too

I still have enough ammunition. Turn the gun and shoot distance. Alley. Glass window. Anything bigger than a cartwheel will be shot down. There’s no such thing as a small guy in the first place.

Pleasant landscapes appeared one by one. The look of Lambert I saw. Ruined street. It feels like I’m finally back home. Gas station. Gas station?

Somehow, that was the reason I was a little lost. The Lambert gas station in my memory was blown up and only traces remained, but it was so fine and intact. Because the landmarks are confusing, the sense of geography is disturbed.

I aimed and shot. The barrel for storing oil exploded like a broken ceramic bowl. Shock. It can’t even be compared to the explosion of two cars.

Shake the ground, break pillars, and yet, as if not enough, a storm of fire spreads like wildfire. The heat that seems to ripen. A burn that seemed to stick to my nose just by smelling it.

Black smoke, which seems to be very bad for the environment, covers the sky of Lambert. I’m in trouble when it rains, so I put on one of the rain ponchos.

“Yes. Now he resembles the Lambert I remember.”

The Osburg shotgun is almost out of ammo. I pat him for a good job and pick up the M4 carbine that fell on the floor. The condition is poor, but not to the point of being unusable.

Check the chamber. Check ammo. Inspection of firearms. Reload. Holographic sights on 5.56Mm rifle rounds. Bulletproof soaked in blood. A poncho with a red neck mask covering the mouth. The perfect Lambert gang member.

Running down the alley. Turn the corner You can see the apple warehouse. After shooting in the air, he steps backwards and hides by the alley. I hurriedly waved my hand at the guards at the apple warehouse who were staring at me with bewildered eyes.

“Cover! Give me some cover!”

Sentries hid behind guard posts and beckoned. Grab the gun and run shouted at the sentries.

“Fire, we need to put out the fire! The gas station exploded! Didn’t any instructions come down? Is there anyone else inside? We need to get out a bucket and put out the fire!”

“Oh, my friend! Calm down! Drink some water! There are only handcuffed slaves inside. Not one, no b*tch, is here.”

“Then get some instructions!”

The sentry radioed with a displeased expression. The brief reply was to wait a moment.

The communication ended, and as soon as I heard the sound, I shot him. The same goes for the guy who was standing there.

I’ve confirmed that the slave warehouse is safe, so there won’t be any radios for a while.

Everybody seems distracted by the popping sound. I put them in their respective posts and opened the warehouse door.

Kikiiik….

The apple warehouse is a two-story structure. The first floor has a trailer for transporting apples, a crane, and a low-temperature warehouse for storing apples, and the second floor has an equipment room.

But there is no trailer. Instead, they are bullet-scarred ambulances, vans that can hold about a dozen people, and cars with signs that read, “Medicine Emergency Transport.” The emblem of the Korea Centers for Disease Control and Prevention with many scratches was strange.

The door to the cold store was bolted tightly. The lock was not locked. I flipped the bolt and opened the door.

“Wook.”

A disgusting smell stung my nose. I didn’t want to go inside, so I knocked on the warehouse wall.

“Come out!”

With their hands behind their backs, the handcuffed people limped out.

There is no focus on the eyes, but I saw a lot of people with legs up to their knees, probably because their legs were weak. All of them are covered in bruises, lame limbs, and covered in blood.

“Is there more inside?”

I asked, pointing a gun at the man in front. The man shook his head. Full of ridicule

“… I thought you were going to starve to death.”

“Wait a minute. That’s not it.”

I wanted to let you know that I had no hostility, so I threw my arm away. The man’s face went white and turned red. He suddenly trembled as if he possessed a poodle.

“… You. That jumper… !”

Ah. Right.

Now I’m disguised like the Lambert gang. Under the poncho, he is wearing a jumper from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. And the Disease Crisis Management Agency is the organization that these ‘slaves’ belong to.

“Ah. Do you mean this This is from a certain woman… “

“You, you bastard! It’s not enough to insult people!”

Bagak.

He hit the man in the head with a butt. Reflexive It was absolutely not intentional. But how can I let a guy who wants to bite my nose go?

“No. But what did I do wrong?”

When I thought about it, it was absurd, so I started complaining. The man hit by her butt looks up at me. The other slaves, no, they haven’t been sold yet, so the expressions of the prospective slaves are similar. A look at something that is not human.

“This, you evil bastard!”

I can see why these humans don’t have any healthy spots on their bodies. He said he was going to die of hunger, but his energy overflowed. Is it because, as the big-breasted woman said, they ate well and grew up well?

Puck, pargak!

“Evil! Aww! Whoa!”

“Be quiet! Please! Seriously, I didn’t want to do this! You have no choice but to do this!”

I couldn’t kill him, so I kicked him in the knees and shins and slapped him in the cheek. I could understand why these people’s knees were broken and their faces were swollen. I sympathized with the hard work of the gang members.

“All those war criminals say that! Just like you!”

Since persuasion doesn’t work, there is no choice but to resort to violence.

“What, what are you talking about!”

The door slid open. Three members of the Lambert gang ran in. The fire seems to have spread further, seeing as the heat rushes in. I hastily pointed my finger at the prospective slaves.

“They tried to escape! I don’t know how you opened the door!”

The one who was beaten first looked at me like something on the fringes of a human.

“Ah, but it can’t be like this. Goods are running out!”

Rather, the gang members raise the slaves up. The prospective slaves look at me with hateful eyes, not at the gang that held them.

“Aagh!”

A woman sat down. Her shoulder was severely dislocated and she was dangling. It was to the point of making a noise from the viewer.

“… I think I already broke one. Shouldn’t that be reset? I will not sell.”

I meant it with all my heart, but I only got cursed at by slaves.

“Are you a human bastard!”

I slapped the howling guy on the cheek. Gang members stopped me.

“Yaya, calm down. Calm. You can’t get excited about the current situation. Got it?”

“After. Okay. Sorry. Sorry. Are you okay.”

“Yes. Okay. Put the gun away.”

“It’s really okay. Really.”

He lowered the M4 and spread his palm. The pistol in my pocket was dangling as if it would fall off, and my gang friend meticulously adjusted his collar.

“By the way, where are the keys to the handcuffs? Anyway, I think we should release that.”

“A bundle of keys? I think you put it in the safe on the second floor?”

A safe on the second floor of the apple warehouse. What was the password I can’t remember the numbers, but I remember the feeling of tapping on the keypad. So I moved my finger like this….

“What are you doing?”

“Recalling memories. Touching the keyboard to print out memories. Oh, is the password 62646668?”

“… That’s great. How do you remember that all at once?”

It’s nice to have something that doesn’t change.

“Sure.”

Bang! The pistol fired. With a thump, the friendly gang collapsed. What is it, bang bang before looking back. Bang. A quick draw is always right.

“Kyaaa!”

I understand. If a bullet grazed his hair, stuck into a wall, and splattered blood, he could scream so dramatically. But disturbance is unacceptable.

“Sit upright with your buttocks against the wall. There. You. Stand up.”

A woman who seemed perfectly fine stood up with her back against the wall. She grabbed her collar and thrust her pistol.

“If you talk nonsense, this woman’s hair will fly off. Okay?”

Those who fell down hurriedly nodded. I dragged the woman and headed to the second floor. I sat down on a chair and turned the safe left and right.

It’s rattled.

“Ah Mr.”

There is only a bundle of keys. I usually collect a lot of pretty valuable things here, but it seems that I took them out to put a bunch of keys. Open

“Which of the three bundles is it?”

“… Yes?”

“There are three sets of keys. What is it, among these?”

“Mo, I don’t know. That, and here, me, only us, are, are not.”

“Huh? What? Don’t stutter, speak straight.”

I told you not to stutter. I didn’t say to bite your tongue. Her eyes are clear, but her pronunciation is more muffled.

“Dureunchago Ederida Gooh!”

“There are more in other warehouses?”

“Hye!”

“Did you go to medical school?”

“Yehe!”

“Then you must be smart enough to find the key and unlock the handcuffs.”

I picked up all three sets of keys. Before the woman could be grabbed by the collar, she jumped to her feet.

“Pooh, Fufufufu!”

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m not that bad.”

“Pu-poo-poo-poo, that?”

“You are a fool. I ask you to figure it out. I won’t release What are you talking about? Do you look so free? Would you like me to tell you all the way out of town? No one knows how to drive. I’m busy.”

“Uh, uh, uh, go, secretary. It’s cunning… It’s a trick… “

You said you were a cunning guy three times. This woman has a knack for making people feel bad.

“Noisy. Walk.”

“Hey, hey! Actually ha….”

“Oh, really annoying.”

She went behind the woman and put her arms lightly around her neck. She didn’t break it, but pressed it, slightly stunning it. She cradled the quiet woman like her princess and jingled her keychain as she walked down her steps.

“… Aww! Xenia! Aww! No no!”

He politely dropped her off and threw all three of her keys. She was talking behind her back, but she didn’t hear it.

“Aagh! Please don’t shoot me!”

Feeling insulted, she just opened the door. I feel very bad. She said it was a slave warehouse, so I expected it, but there is nothing inside. Were you afraid of slaves being rearmed?

More than 30 people rushed out of the cold storage. All of them were wondering if they hadn’t eaten for a long time, but when they saw the key package, their bodies became lively like a miracle at the end point.

“I will open it!”

“Let me go first!”

“Don’t you know that patients come first?”

The humans with their arms tied behind their backs are fighting while holding a bundle of keys. Those who have forgotten the human duty to help each other and live need education.

Bang!

I shot into the air with a pistol. I focused my attention and activated the walkie-talkie.

“Situation occurs. Situation happens! Slaves escaped en masse. Situation happens! Escape from a group of slaves! I repeat, slave group escape!”

“Hey, you crazy bastard!”

– A slave? A slave ran away? Why?

– Hey, you assholes! What did the slave do to run away! Catch! Catch me!

– Frequency change.

Quite a heavy voice. It’s a voice that somehow calms even me who hears it.

– Change to patrol frequency. Repeat. Change to patrol frequency. Looks like the radio has been hijacked. There is a disturbing force. More.

Crackle.

Ah. These guys. After being disturbed so much, it seems that escape from the slaves is also a part of deception. But even the shepherd boy was hit once.

“What can I do? I’m coming to catch you I have to do one of three things: unlock the key quickly, run with your legs tied up, or run away in a car on your own. Yes?”

Those who may or may not become prospective slaves stare blankly at me.

“What the hell are you doing?”

The first person hit by the butt mumbles.

“Isn’t taking care of your life more important than asking who I am? Get out, you know.”

You guys have to go out and make a fuss so I have more to pick up.

“Hey, over there! Ooh, one more colleague of mine… You are trapped! I was dragged… Please.”

“Ah!”

Unbeknownst to me, I screamed out loud.

That’s right. Safe room. I forgot about it because the situation was so complicated, but I think it would be okay to brush it off now.

Above all, there are many high-value exchange products. Things like classified information.

“I’m going to have to sell it!”

“Hey!”

I didn’t hear what they were saying because I was out of the warehouse. I hid in a corner from the oncoming gang members and used up the last remaining pistol bullets.

I also throw away the pistol. All I can count on now is a carbine and a .22 Caliber rifle. But I also got a good ballistic helmet, and the penetrating power is good at 5.56Mm, so it’s not too bad.

The safe room. It’s in the bank building behind the town hall.

The number of gang members should be much less by now, and the uproar will only grow as these fugitive slaves run everywhere trying not to get caught again.

In this situation, it’s easy.