How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

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

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The woman flinched at her body. Eyelids tremble. It looks like you woke up She reassured her by pressing the silenced pistol against her forehead.

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“Quiet. Zombies out there.”

It was fortunate that she was a woman who could understand me well even with words. Retracting her gun, the woman shook her bound wrists and ankles slightly. She answered the question by looking into her eyes.

“I was shaking so much. It’s cramped here, so if you move wrong, you’ll get hurt. I didn’t tie it tight for fear of going crazy.”

“… Is it okay if I tell you I heard there are zombies.”

Even though I kept my voice low, I could hear it well because my vocalization was clear. I looked out through a small window.

“This is fine. It’s a bit far Eat the dog, it’s crazy.”

Zombie humans are eating a zombie dog that fell about 100 meters away. Number is four. One severely injured his stomach. It was fate that I could not fill my stomach no matter how much I ate.

“What happened to me? Where is this?”

The woman looks around to see if she’s completely conscious.

“I took the MRE and walked on her two feet and fell in front of her. On the other side of her path, a group of little dogs were running. I used some of your guns. If we keep fighting, more zombies will come, so I dragged you in here.”

The woman who heard me frowned arrogantly.

“Sorry. My nape hurts so much.”

Of course it must be painful since he was beaten.

But that’s the fault of the man who trudged towards the zombie dog, not my fault. Whether it was because she was tired or exhausted, the woman couldn’t come to her senses, and she had no choice but to pass out.

I was worried that the zombification might be in progress, but fortunately there were no bite marks.

“I didn’t have a pillow, so I replaced it with a pile of clothes, but it must have been the wrong height. Do some stretching and you’ll feel better.”

“… Thank you. Coke. Coke.”

“Do you want some water? Wait a minute, let me loosen one of your wrists.”

“No. It’s okay.”

I am surprised.

“Do you like being tied up?”

“… I won’t get caught up in your words anymore.”

“Sorry. The reaction was fun.”

“Hey, what did you just say?”

Yes. This reaction. The woman lets out a deep sigh.

“… I know that? Roemer guys aren’t human, so we’ll leave it out of the question, and you’re the first person to treat me like this.”

“I don’t know.”

“I really hate you.”

Does a person who says he doesn’t like it bite his lip and smile?

He shakes his long, red hair slightly and looks up at me with wide open blue eyes. Impressive long eyelashes.

“… Anyway, thank you for saving her life. If it wasn’t for you, I would have died on the street.”

“Let’s say it’s the reward for blowing off the zombie head.”

“I heard you didn’t need it earlier.”

“I’ll try my best, too.”

“Wow. It’s not like you’re completely bowing down and bowing down.”

I smiled once and looked out the window. Eventually, the stomach-pierced zombie fell down.

The other guys who were watching at me with their mouths wide open and their heads down. What the hell, they’re the ones with no morals.

The woman coughs again. When I try to free her wrists, she refuses again.

“Are you going to loosen my wrist and aim at that pistol?”

“Of course not.”

“Then I want you to stay like this. Coke, Coke!”

When you cough, it makes you more anxious.

I put down her pistol and slightly raised her upper body. When I put the water bottle to my mouth and tilt it, I take it and drink it. She even flirts slightly to see if she has had enough.

“Really, it confuses people. Are you a good person or a bad person? Just do one.”

“I hope I am not mistaken. If the noise goes out because you can hear it, it’s dangerous for both of you. He coughed so badly that there was nothing good to hear.”

Women don’t talk.

The sunset is setting. Everything was dyed golden.

Even the zombie with its head buried in the body of my comrade looks pious. It was as if they were bowing their heads and mourning before sending the dead away forever.

Looking up at the sky through a small window, a woman asks.

“Doesn’t I smell a lot?”

“It’s common for each other. Stuffy?”

“No. I’m afraid you’ll be uncomfortable.”

“I don’t care about the smell because you’re uncomfortable being there.”

The woman stared at me with her head tilted sideways. I was slightly annoyed at the uncomfortable silence.

“What. Why.”

Now, I keep looking at you while smiling slightly. I try to make eye contact.

“Do you hit me?”

Doesn’t give in even when threatened.

“Are you afraid of people? Yes?”

What was so exciting about it, the woman smiled wide.

“What a funny sound.”

“The funny thing is you. I’m not a bad person enough to let me die or be eaten, but I was afraid I would harm you, so you tied up all your arms and legs and took your weapons.

She says she didn’t need to have her zombie head blown off, but in reality, she’s the kind of person who can’t live without debt, right? Just like normal humans.”

“I am a person who pursues fair value.”

“Yes. I understand. I think I would too if I were in the same situation as you. Anyone would be sensitive if they fell into an area with no friends and only enemies. But you don’t have to be too wary, do you? You might get unexpected help.”

What the hell is this woman talking about? Maybe I hit her on the nape of the neck so hard that her hair is broken.

“What do you know about my situation?”

I don’t think it was such a funny question, but the woman laughs her mouth from ear to ear.

“I know as much as I know. But are you not going to admit it anyway? I guess I should have said it. You’re from the west… No. No.

Anyway, what I want to say. I think we would get along pretty well. You have to survive here and gather lots of information while never getting caught.

I am just like you. I want to survive, I hate being caught. By the way, I can connect you to quite a few information networks if you want to. However, as long as it doesn’t harm Elsa.

I can help you a lot. I think I said it before, but I’m good at shooting and I’m good in my own way? I am confident that I will not be a lump of baggage.”

“No.”

I rejected it, but for some reason I like it more.

“I knew that. I changed my mind. I will have to follow you.”

“… What?”

“Kill to kill. Shoot to shoot. But I will never shoot you, inform you, or interfere with you. I’ll just keep following you. And I will continue to help you, even if you don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Yes, because I want to build trust with you. I won’t ask you to trust me. Just take what I give you and pay back as much as you want.”

“You said you didn’t need it.”

“I need you.”

The woman’s face hardened. She smiles, but the surface cracks like a dried cake.

“… Yes, because I need it. I have nowhere to go And I still don’t want to go back. Even though I know that the Elza Central Liberation Army is going the wrong way, I can’t follow them.”

“I told you about that earlier. He said he moved his base with the hideout, but he doesn’t know where it is.”

“If you want to know, there’s nothing you can’t do, but right now I don’t know. More than anything, I don’t want to go back. I want to clear up my thoughts.”

“Didn’t I say you’re popular and have a lot of friends? Are you going to those people?”

“Most of them are members of the organization, and above all, I am not wanted. I don’t want to be a nuisance by visiting people who are living well.”

“Then, why don’t you recuperate in a secluded place by yourself? I heard that you use guns well and are resourceful. His knack for following people is also excellent.”

“… It’s because I hate being lonely.”

The woman’s voice fell flat.

“I hated being alone since I was little. After going through a period of confusion, it got worse. Okay. I’ll be honest. There’s no reason it has to be you. It’s just that the person I saw was you.

By the way. But you know… Everything I trusted and relied on, now so… It’s unfamiliar. I don’t know what to believe, I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Ah. I hate this.

To understand. Like you know what

“If you come to your senses a little more, I will leave without any pressure. But… But for now, just stay with me. That I was not left alone in the world. Just… Just let me feel that much That’s it. That’s all.”

I looked out the window.

The zombies got up. Walking down the street at a leisurely pace They go back up the hill from which they came down. It’s like people leaving work after a day’s work. I stared blankly behind them.

“What I said to you earlier. That’s actually what I had to say. Did you feel bad? Sorry.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I said while taking MRE.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t hear You took it and fell down.”

Letting go of her pretense, the woman hesitated.

“Oh, I did… uh?”

Let’s say yes. For now. The woman turned her head.

“I said everything I wanted to say. Kill or live, do as you please. I don’t think it could get any worse, well.”

I put the pistol down. He pressed her body with her knees and loosened her ankles. The woman did not resist once. She even loosened her wrists. She backed away and grabbed her pistol again.

The woman stood up. He squeezed her wrists and ankles vigorously and placed her back against her box. She says she’s done it, but there’s still a faint anticipation in her eyes. That would be unavoidable.

“… Let’s get the walkie-talkie first.”

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“Huh?”

“Let’s get a walkie-talkie first. You take your share. I’ll take care of mine. Except when it is unavoidable, always move 50 meters away.

There is no such thing as taking care of each other’s lives. Your life is your top priority. Don’t recklessly enter the firing line. I don’t care and I’m just going to shoot. Neither do you. Just shoot

Let’s take care of each other’s safety. Don’t act with the premise, “He’ll save me.” Because neither would I. I understand?”

“I heard you know.”

The woman tries to smile and turns her head away. I can see her smiling, but I don’t know why she’s turning it around. He tries to erase his expression and looks at me as if he is expressionless.

“Then why is it 50m?”

“You have to be at that distance to avoid bullets and hide.”

“What is it? Are you going to shoot me?”

“You shoot me too.”

“Is that fair?”

“I like fair value.”

“Really? Then how about this one?”

Suddenly the woman took off her combat uniform.

“Hey, hey!”

Of course she had seen it all before. I know that she wears sleeveless under her combat uniform. But she didn’t want to take off like that all of a sudden.

“Let’s play a game.”

The woman smiled and lay down instead of putting her coat on a pillow.

“I am a bit tired. I’m going to sleep from now on, I’m going to sleep very well without dreaming. I feel great. So whether you shoot or pounce while you sleep, do it yourself. By the way, I won’t be so complacent?”

“… Is that a game?”

“No. Listen to the end Wake me up when it’s time for the night shift. Then, choose one of the two. Do you sleep soundly, trusting that I will never kill you or attack you, or do you lie in bed, neither awake nor asleep, doubtful all the time?”

“What game is that shape?”

“It’s a simple game where you have to choose between self-doubt and faith. Is it difficult? Let me tell you one thing, I’ll trust you that you won’t touch me or shoot me. I chose You choose too.”

“Are you not waking up right away?”

“Wasn’t it you who said there were zombies outside?”

“Ah.”

The woman laughed out loud. I even shed a few tears at how funny it was.

“It’s Camilla.”

“John.”

“Please take care of me, John.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Camilia Rose.”

“Huh?”

Camilla jumped up and sat up. Her face is full of astonishment.

“Hey, you… how do you know that?”

How do you know? When I checked to see if I was bitten, I knew it by looking at my abs.

The statement that Camilla is a model is not fake. As she wandered around the city of 「Erijikton Protocol」, She saw several large billboards, and among them, there was an advertisement for a woman who was particularly pretty and had a great body.

Her hairstyle, atmosphere, and content were all different, but her face was subtly the same, so there were many stories that said, “It was modelling.”

According to the user who opened the client, this is all one person. She was labeled ‘Camilia Rose’.

With an unpublished footnote that reads, ‘My real name is Camilia Rose, but only her family knew her name.’

There were not just one or two advertisements. Luxury clothes. Bag. Apartment. Washing machine. Underwear. Swimsuit. I took so many shots, but they all have different atmospheres, so it’s hard to recognize people who don’t know.

However, the most famous ad is the Liberation Front propaganda ad, “To the battlefield!” A pamphlet that gave off the feeling of a revolutionary warrior with a gun in one hand and a powerful outstretched one.

I couldn’t believe it, but looking at the reaction, it seems that the real name is correct.

“Do you want to play a game?”

I also leaned against the van.

“Should I report you or not?”

“… Joy. Just report it. Because I will definitely report you.”

Camilla has her back in the van.

“Are you waking up?”

“How did you know my name? What are you? No one, no one knows that It’s a story that no one knows except the family. Don’t laugh, for real! What the hell, how did you do that!”

She thrust her pistol through the middle. Camilla’s hand trembles.

“I bet you won’t shoot me or touch me. And since I guessed your secret, I’ll tell you one of mine too. Will it be fair then? Because I like fair value.”

“… What.”

“I am not really of this world. That’s why I know your real name.”

Of course, I don’t believe it. Instead, he glanced at him like a thief.

“I know one thing.”

“What?”

“John. You are a real villain If you’re not a villain, you’re a monster.”

“You were the one who said you wanted to be around that villain or monster.”

“… Me, why do I always make the wrong decisions?”

Leaving Camilla to blame herself, she leaned back against the van. She looked out the window and watched the zombies move.

I remembered a passage from a novel I read before. It was written, “For a person not to have secrets is as poor and empty as not having wealth.”

Today is the same as yesterday, and tomorrow is the same as today. I don’t know if there are any secrets or mysteries.

Everyday life becomes monotonous, wears out, and then flows away without even realizing it. It will be empty and poor.

So, before everything hardens, tossing out a pretty and narrow-waisted secret is too… It may not be a bad whim.

I think I will sleep well today.