How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 6. The price of the name (7)

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Stress test. It is a test to find out how far you can survive in a crisis situation and how far you can go if you recover.

I’m going to do a stress test on those zombies.

The zombies in this world are similar to the ones I have fought many times, but they are not exactly the same. There was something different.

In the power line forest, the provocation worked for the forest keeper zombies. He knew I was making fun of him, so he jumped up and ran. So zombies have anger.

What was it like when a group of zombie crows flew by? The zombies obviously panicked and tried to hide from the flock of birds. It means zombies know fear.

Emotions.

Zombies have emotions. I don’t know if I have intelligence or not. But it seems clear that there are feelings.

What if you could make zombies angry? What if I could make a zombie angry? If so, it might be possible to dominate the zombies too.

In fact, what I’ve done so far is zombie domination in a broad sense. Clashing zombies against gangs, or zombies against zombies for my own purposes.

But that’s just a replay, meaningless repetition of 1,000 hours of experience. I don’t think that method is wrong. However, it is also clear that it is a stagnant method without progress.

This world is not the already ruined world I knew. I came much earlier than that. Maybe I came too early than when I really should have come.

So, I too have to change, learn and adapt.

People in this world also use zombie viruses and zombies according to their tastes. If so, I can do the same.

Rather, my understanding of zombies is much higher than them.

The situation right in front of you is also really suitable for learning. Although their individual combat power is not very good, a gang with a decent defense system is the opponent of zombies. This is the optimal setting for various tests.

Looking down from Horseshoe Rock, the situation looks unfavorable for the zombies.

Gangs of civil servants have already built their defenses. Two buses arrived near the collapsed wall. Divided into shiot characters, they block the road and shoot guns out the windows.

Bang bang, bang! Gunshots can still be heard from the side of the building where Camilla entered. Unlike before, the gunshot is static. Her stalemate that her Camilla can’t break through, but also can’t push her out of the other side of her.

At least he’s coping better than the Lambert guys. As well as the efficiently divided troops, the skill of pushing back the defense line is unusual.

As the zombie horde grows stronger, the buses are also backing down. But it doesn’t back off all at once.

Ticklingly, he backed away in a zigzag pattern so as not to obscure the angle of fire of the gang members. It’s like trying to squeeze a car into a narrow parking lot.

It’s probably better to side with the zombies.

Fortunately, the bus wasn’t armored like the Lambert fire engine. To prevent injuries, only the windows were removed. Lie down, aim the M4 carbine, raise the gun slightly, and fire.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t fit. You only need to intimidate the guys shooting at the bus. I shoot one shot and duck, shoot another shot and duck, and I hear ‘ping’ and ‘puck’ from the front of the horseshoe rock. In the meantime, it seems to have figured out the location here.

“Gee!”

Thanks to that, the firepower of the bus was dispersed. The swarm of zombies rushes forward again.

The pattern itself was similar to what we’ve seen so far.

Zombies don’t have a kindred spirit. Recognizing the fallen zombie next to him as prey, he crouches down to eat it.

Then naturally, an obstacle made of zombies will appear. Just as I had created a sort of defensive wall in Rambert by shooting at regular intervals at the swarming zombies, the same thing happened up front.

But it is very different from Lambert. It was open, but it was a relatively narrow road there. From the perspective of the bus, it was possible to concentrate firepower, but on the contrary, the shooting angle was blocked by the ‘zombie obstacle’.

There. Bang! Pop! I can’t move now because I’ve shot and blew all the tires.

“Oh… “

As the bus tilted, the bodies of the gang members in the car were thrown forward. No one fell through the crack in the window, but I couldn’t shoot for a while because I was staggering.

Then a phenomenon appeared for the first time.

Zombie obstacles have been lumped together. Then the zombies didn’t bite it, but ‘stepped on’ it and climbed it.

“Keuaaa!”

Putting my head and arms through the window, I scratch at the humans shooting at them. The humans inside the bus tried to get out of each other and got tangled up among themselves. The bus stumbles like the agony of a beast eating its belly.

Why is that? Think about it in my situation. Since I have a high empathy index, I might be able to understand zombies.

The current situation is like a beef meal. If you ask them to leave a plate of beef and eat it, they will gladly go and eat it.

However, if you ask them to eat meatballs made from five whole roasted cows without a fork, spoon, or plate, it would be very burdensome.

Maybe even zombies feel the pressure. Prey that is too big is not recognized as prey. In other words, their cognition and thinking ability itself is similar to or lower than that of humans.

No. No. This is a guess. This hypothesis needs verification.

Tattang, Ping! Surprised, he lowered his head. A bullet bounced off the top of the rock. It seems that the location is stuck. Zombies growled from below and looked up at me.

That’s not right. Pick up a stone from the ground and throw it with all your might. The closest zombie fell to his jaw. No. Weak. I shot him in the left leg with a carbine.

“Gyaaagh!”

A guy with a broken posture rolls down the slope. It’s not like a bowling ball, it’s like rolling a pin and knocking down all the other pins. It’s time to leave the rock.

A bus is missing. Where did it disappear? A bell rings in the resort.

– Propagation in the control room, propagation in the control room! A situation arises, a situation arises! All battle stance! All battle stance! Notice that the wall at the back of the auditorium has collapsed! Notice that the wall at the back of the auditorium has collapsed! Battle at the shopping center! Battle at the shopping center!

“Oh, my God. You were stupid.”

Why didn’t I think of that?

That’s right. Control room. The central control room is located on the second floor of the country club building, which corresponds to the main building. There is a CCTV room there, as well as microphones and broadcasting equipment that can be connected to all speakers.

The quick departure of the bus was probably done in the control room. CCTV. Broadcast. Radios… The gang of civil servants are now moving as if they were playing a strategy game.

First, run along the left side of the rock and make a plan.

It’s not a pattern of following the noise like the Lamberts. It is a spider-like type that lurks among the webs, moving cunningly and nimbly.

Then there are two ways.

First of all, how to beat the spider itself. It is a way to directly attack the control room and beat the captain. The most direct and effective.

However, I can’t use it now.

The control room is located in the center of the second floor of the main building. You’ll need to pass five more rooms to get there, but given their level of armament and preparedness, it seems difficult to break through alone. There aren’t even windows there.

The problem is that the main building is quite far from here.

Befitting the name of a country club that doubles as a resort, there is a golf course and a lake around the main building. Of course, there are quite a few trees planted for the fun of golfers, but it doesn’t change that they are exposed.

So let’s move on to the second method, which takes a bit of time but is also sure to work.

Cut line.

It is to neutralize each of these buildings where they are stuck.

You don’t have to hit all the buildings. There are about 20 large and small buildings in the country club, but that number includes a small one-room warehouse. There are four buildings that are practically important and meaningful.

One of them is the auditorium in front of me. The bus and defense personnel probably came from here. In other words, there is no need to enter this inside.

The other is a shopping center building that doubles as a restaurant that Camilla is fighting against. This is the eastern end of the building. It’s too far from here, and there are buses and hordes of zombies blocking the way.

We don’t have to go to the main building yet, so there’s only one place left. It is a condominium building with several complex facilities.

I run condominiums, and Camilla runs restaurants and shopping centers. The more disturbance Camilla and I cause, the more likely the spider in the main house will roam around and destroy itself.

“Camilla, cheer up!”

You can’t hear it, but I screamed on purpose. The zombies flocking from the side road looked at me. He ran forward, firing two bullets over his head. I can feel the movement of the crowd behind me.

I ran towards the fence. Fortunately, there was a side door where I remembered. It was locked tightly with a padlock. I didn’t have time to unscrew it, so I fired a rifle at the side door hinge. A chunk of worn-out scrap metal is splintered. I pushed the door open and ran inside.

However, I did not go directly into the building. I ran towards the guard post at the end of the fence. Thanks to Camilla’s sniping earlier, the post should be empty. As expected, I saw gang members lying dead.

“Oops.”

Swearing comes out of nowhere. I wore a bulletproof vest, but it was heavy, so I took off the bulletproof vest. The sniper rifle is also a very delicate and good SG-1 sniper rifle. If the bolt stop was this shape, it seemed to know what condition the barrel was in.

“… Rather give me.”

As it is regrettable, I will write this at least. I grabbed my two sniper rifles and crawled to the corner of the post. I saw the inside of the open country club.

“Hey, well prepared.”

It wasn’t enough to surround the main building with buses and trucks, even sandbags were laid on the tires. It seemed to be trying to protect the tires. There were many cars that looked quite expensive in the large parking lot. All were shiny and well maintained.

The car I was looking for is right there.

I took a deep breath, took a sniper rifle, and fired a shot at the shiny car. The car glowed and set off all sorts of alarms. Wheein! Wheein!

But it’s a bit boring since only one is like that. At the timing of the theft alarm signal, he shot the car next to him. There is a large error in the group of hits, perhaps because the storage condition is open, but the car was correct anyway.

Beep you! Beep you yong!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This is it. This is exactly the noise I wanted. The perfectly off-beat cacophony of an orchestra of car theft alarms. Thrills and excruciating irritability, as if an insect had entered the ear canal.

“Kuaaa!”

Zombies obsessed with buses seem to feel the same way as I do. The dog trainer was right. It’s not just puppies that are disturbed by constant, repetitive sounds. Zombies are also anxious and go crazy.

“Yes.”

As if to bury the source of the sound, zombies rushed into the country club. Like water spreading from a crushed hose, a shallow and wide wave of zombies spread far and wide.

A calm realization filled my heart.

I knew zombies were sensitive to noise. So the cacophony of the van was deliberately turned up loud. I knew that it reacted to strange sounds, not normal ones.

However, I hadn’t thought of such an application.

A technique that scratches the zombie’s temper, arouses irritation and anger even greater than its appetite, and sends it where I want.

Why didn’t I come up with this idea earlier? I guess. Because I set my own limits.

I could do more than I thought. It wasn’t a lack of ability. The scope of thinking was just too narrow.

Imagine, advance, and obtain. Then it will be done So I imagine

I made the zombies angry.

I can control the emotions of zombies!

The speakers at the country club emitted all kinds of light. I threw away my sniper rifle. As I was about to descend from the post, I saw something bulging on the dead gang member’s chest.

“Oh.”

It’s a flash grenade.

“Let’s share the good things.”

I took care of it. But still can’t get into the building. Instead, he smashed the nearest car window with his butt. I opened the car door and put a large potted plant from the side of the road into the driver’s seat, crushing Clarkson.

Bread! Baaang! aaa!

It’s good because I don’t want to hear it.