How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 5. Having no secrets is poor and empty (5)

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Hans thought that man might be an agent in Minsk, a western country.

The Minsk spy who is more calculating than the Roemers, meaner, self-serving, snobbish, doesn’t believe in anything except contracts, and even cheats on people with dirty pranks.

Camilla did not expect much from the author’s personality. That’s why he only looked at skills.

It wasn’t enough that he had penetrated Lambert’s purgatory with his own power, and in the midst of chaos, he even tried to kidnap a doctor from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

Although the kidnapping failed, one skill is good.

‘If I’m with that person, I won’t die.’

Her head was spinning from the confusion, but Camilla tried to keep her spirits together somehow.

‘If I die from being shot by that human, or if my blood pressure rises and I don’t fall down by the back of my neck.’

Looking at how he calmly scratches people, he is a person with a good understanding of psychological warfare.

‘How many people have you attacked in this way until now? How could I have pulled it out like this?’

Camilla was something she couldn’t have imagined. For once, it was clear that she was physically and mentally invincible.

She’s thirsty, she’s hungry, and her body is a mess. She had to do everything in her power to avoid her wobbly motorbike capsizing, draining her stamina.

It’s to the point where I can’t see very well anymore.

‘… Didn’t I just shoot him earlier?’

When we finally found the trail of V, he was surrounded by hordes of zombies. I saw V climbing up on top of the car. It was a brief moment, but he didn’t pull the trigger.

But it was her decision to blow off the zombie head instead of V.

‘Why do I keep making the wrong decisions?’

No. It’s not the time to think about the dead teammates yet.

Camilla has her heart set on it. Since she’s come this far, she has to see the end.

She put her rifle and pistol down on the floor and pushed her with her foot. She didn’t push too hard so she didn’t get out of range of the side mirrors. Next she pushed on a motorcycle helmet, a bulletproof vest.

When you feel her body move, a peculiar, unpleasant coldness creeps up. Her eyes are even more dizzy. Camilla knocked on her van, but her throat locked and she couldn’t speak properly.

“I saw it. I am unarmed After 5 seconds she goes out of range. If you want to shoot, shoot. But I want you to listen to me.”

She took ten steps back.

Now take one more step to the side and she’s in the line of fire.

She remembers the first time she went diving. The water tumbled down from the far below seemed like a hard floor. If you turn around, you can return to a safe world even now.

But she didn’t then. She took one step and then another. Until that sick day came, she was free, happy, and comfortable in the water.

‘… If it was a life where you always made wrong decisions anyway. Try it one more time, what. Negative negativity is positive.’

One foot. Take another step forward turned her around I could see the muzzle of the M4 carbine flashing. Camilla sat down as the flash of light seemed to pierce her eyes and into her hair.

“Over Armor?”

“… What?”

What are you talking about? Camilla didn’t understand. Her man asked again.

“Is that a product of Over Arbor?”

Her man pointed his finger at her bulletproof vest.

“Ah. Uh uh That’s right.”

“You’re wearing something nice.”

“Take it if you want it.”

“Thank you.”

“Only in words… “

Camilla fell down.

“Collock. Coke.”

“If you get bitten, will you make it comfortable?”

Camilla jumped to her feet.

“Oh, no. No. I-I’m not bitten.”

“Looking at all the dying people, they must have been bitten. Stay still. I’ll use your pistol. With a silencer. Hey. Hey hey hey. Stop. What are you doing? Won’t you lower your arms?”

Her arm was lowered, but the truth of her raised up was the same. It was embarrassing to see her bruised belly and narrow waist exposed.

“… I didn’t get bitten. I’m going to take off all her clothes, so you can check it out.”

“Are you going to take it off thinking you might have hidden something under your clothes? Don’t be fooled She’s further behind the line there. That’s right. Okay. So. What are you talking about?”

She pulled back her top as she backed off. She said that she had practiced all the way back on her motorcycle.

“Come with me.”

“I don’t like it.”

She expected it, but she couldn’t help her heart breaking when she heard it. Her legs gave way and Camilla slumped to her knees.

“… Why? I shoot well. I’m also pretty good at driving. I’m not the kind of person who is a nuisance. One person’s share is enough. It was me who blew her zombie head off. Know?”

“I know. He followed me all the way here on a motorcycle and even blew off the wheels of my precious van. And that zombie from earlier, you didn’t have to step out.”

“It would be embarrassing if you did this to me.”

Camilla stood up again. It was a move that she ran against. She seems to be an idiot, though she holds the M4 tighter, but she’s watching.

“You owe me your life. Know? Fire engine behind Lambert. I was riding there. It was us who moved to your reception. Admit you shot it close to a feat. But do you think it would have been possible if we hadn’t helped you?”

But her man doesn’t seem very impressed.

“Okay. 8 Judging from the fact that you didn’t get off when the military police asked you to get off, it looks like you guys are being chased too.”

“Right. I’m being chased. As you. So let’s hold hands You can’t survive here alone. I can be of help to you.”

The man seemed worried. Then she let out a deep sigh.

“If you open the back of the van, there is an MRE? Take two of them. A bottle of water If the cost of your life isn’t enough, I’ll give you a can of food. And bullets? Take about ten feet. 5.56 Right?”

“Suddenly, the price of life?”

“I pursue fair value. Take it and go why. Not enough?”

You mean ‘value’.

Camilla’s head spun. It’s like a petty western bastard.

“… I won’t get angry But, that’s not what I was hoping for. What I want is something else. I want to move with you.”

“Ask for a friend?”

Camilla couldn’t stand her man’s impudent words.

“Over there. Can you please stop saying that? I feel like crying You don’t want to see that either. Yes? I hate it too.”

At Camilla’s protest, her man nodded her head. To her dismay, she was full of conviction.

“You crossed the line. Sorry. In fact, I don’t have many either. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.”

‘That’s not the story.’

From Camilla’s point of view, something seemed off. However, if you guess the man’s situation, it’s not that I don’t understand.

Why would a Western spy make so many friends here? If you had to date someone, it would have been to hide your identity or to use it.

It means rejecting unnecessary human relationships like a knife. If you are not a worthy person, you will not want to deal with it.

“I’ll be honest. I am a member of the Elsa Liberation Corps. Hans sent me and my companions to come get the bag.”

The man’s eyes were wary. He also seemed to hold the M4 tighter. But she was Camilla, she was to be what she was.

A dead and alive life. She didn’t want to leave any regrets.

“The mission failed, and all the kids I came with are dead. They were good kids, but I misjudged them.

You don’t know, but Lambert had a friend who betrayed us. He shot me in the head because he was zombified, but before he died. I’m being fooled by Hans. The bag you were carrying had a virus in it.”

“What?”

The man was shocked. Camilla was happy to be able to share her manly feelings.

“You can’t believe it either? I don’t believe it either The traitor was like that. She said she had blown up the location of our hideout and base. When I listened to the radio, it seemed that I had already been attacked. I don’t know where the new place is. Hans only tells the members of the organization part of the information because he wants to prevent information leaks.”

“So you want to shoot me and go and give it to the gang members?”

The man’s point was sharp, but it was a reasonable idea. Camilla shook her head.

“No. I don’t want to go back for a while. I won’t go until I find out what Hans is really up to. Bag? If it was a real virus bomb, I’d rather get rid of it. Because I don’t agree with that.”

The man seemed to be thinking about something. She did loosen her grip. But she didn’t lower the gun. Camilla was dizzy as the twinkling sunlight seemed to penetrate her eyes.

“I have no secrets anymore. There’s nothing I want to hide. Just talk I’ll tell you everything. Use me You can use it as zombie bait, or use it as a cannon fodder. Don’t touch her, just don’t sell her to Römer and his henchmen. That’s enough.”

“I don’t think that’s why we should go out together.”

“… What?”

The man completely lowered her muzzle. It seemed like that anyway. Because her eyes were so blurry.

“I don’t want to use you. I don’t know what use value you’re talking about, but I do my own thing. I know your situation, but it has nothing to do with me.

And what? Get a bullet? Want to use it? I’ve seen many times how comrades who came out of life and death quickly sharpened their guns, stole everything, and ran away.

There is no such thing as lifelong faith. I know your skills, but I’m good too. So, take what you need and go. I’ll take care of the van. What did you say?”

“… Sorry. I was looking at the wrong person.”

Camilla stood up. She stumbled and she opened the back of the van and flipped it over. Her ears buzzed, but she picked it up once in sight.

She was so thirsty that she opened a water bottle. She opened her throat and drank in one gulp, though her lips hurt when the water touched them.

She picked up the MRE as soon as she saw it. The number didn’t matter. She drank the water and felt like her stomach turned.

Staggering, Camilla walked.

“You are a coward. Know?”

I shouted at something resembling a person.

“Pretending to be strong, pretending that I don’t mind being alone, but the truth is, I don’t like being betrayed. How many people live without experiencing that? Do you think you’re the only one who’s lost something? We are all the same!”

He didn’t even drink, but he seemed drunk. It must be the sunlight, Camilla thought. Seeing a black haze rise on the other side of her path, she must be drunk.

No. This is what i say to myself thought Camilla. Using her man as a mirror, she said the truth was that she wanted to say what she herself wanted to hear. She thought she was doing something wrong with someone she didn’t know.

“Are you the only person in the world who has no place to go!”

I heard footsteps. Her man came running from behind. She picked up her gun which had fallen to the floor and hit her in the back. Um, without making a sound, Camilla collapsed. Her manly arms grabbed her by the waist, but she was too weak to shake it off.

‘…Again, it looks like the decision was wrong.’

Something like a black wave was coming from the other side of the road. Camilla curled up on her as the asphalt floor was hot. She laughed when she thought of it like meat being cooked on a fire.

Fishing. Fishy.

I passed out with the sound of her rifle firing as a lullaby.