How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 6. The price of a name (4)

I told Camilla about the plan. She just listened, and after a while she responded. By looking at me once, looking at the map, and looking at me again.

“… It is a reproduction of Lambert.”

It’s just as she said.

I’m going to put a zombie corpse in the back of a van full of LPG gas cylinders. Lure the surrounding zombies as much as possible, and explode the van close to the wall.

When the zombies sense the commotion and rush in, the resort’s gang members will surely fight back. My plan is to wait for one of them to win and then infiltrate.

“Do you remember the houses we visited? There were two or three gang marks on the door. To indicate that this is their territory.

By the way, this resort only has one mark. That means it hasn’t been stolen once since it was taken over by the Court-City Officials Union. It is said that the defense is strong, but you and I cannot walk in a place like this. It’s a problem before skill.”

“So you’re saying you’re going to ‘borrow’ the troops? By attracting zombies.”

Fortunately, I seem to have understood correctly.

“Right. Camilla. I’m not sure how many zombies will gather. But when two forces collide, one of them will happen. Either the gangsters hold out tenaciously inside, or make a quick run.”

“Are you running away?”

Camilla asked, surprised.

“Well, if it were me, I think I would have made such a contingency plan. These guys lost quite a few gang members in Lambert too. I don’t know how many people are left, but it must be a lot of pressure to handle this large site. So even if it’s a little small, I’ll try to move it to a safe place. I don’t even know how much preparations have been made for evacuation.”

“So what?”

“Let’s crash each other first, then watch the situation from nearby. The guys hold out inside? As I said before, you can wait until the decision is made before hitting it. Then you will be able to understand the defenses and traps to some extent, and above all, that is when you are most psychologically vulnerable.

If you run away, there’s nothing to worry about. You’ve seen these guys block the doorway tight. How long would it take to clear obstacles to get the car out? Then the vantage point in advance, so here. Here. If you move around here, snip, steal vehicles, and run away, things will be easier.”

I pointed to a point I had thought of beforehand. It is a sniper spot known to those in the know. I can see in all directions, but they are places that fit the condition that the other person should not know where I am.

“… How the hell did you know all this?”

Camilla shakes her head in disgust. However, this time I have something to say.

“I know because it’s on the map.”

“Well, when it comes to you… “

What are you thinking that makes you swallow the end? Well, I don’t think it’s important, I want to.

“Anyway, this is my plan. I won’t say it’s 100% successful. Because no one knows what will happen Instead, the advantage of this plan is that no one gets hurt, and even if it fails, the damage is small. At best, it’s to throw away a van with a broken driveshaft, so it’s worth the investment.”

“That’s right.”

“Camilla, what do you want to do?”

Camilla looks at me with a complicated expression.

The calm golden eyes were like the sea at sunset. It’s beautiful and splendid, but it seems to say that darkness will fall next. It’s a color that goes well with red hair.

“You can do it if you want to, and you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it. In fact, just moving the LPG gas cylinder was helpful enough. The fact that I didn’t tell you all of this plan from the beginning was also my intention not to have unnecessary burdens.

That’s our promise, right? Work together, but live separately. Don’t force or be forced to do something you don’t want to do. If you decide that moving together is not beneficial, then part ways.”

It’s a plan worth doing alone. It would be a little more comfortable with Camilla, but I have no intention of forcing it. I’m not going to be forced on her Camilla, so I shouldn’t be forced on her either.

“… Even if you don’t say it, remember. It’s been a few days.”

A bit of a hurt tone. She bit her lower lip lightly, then nodded her head.

“I have a question. If it goes according to your plan, the timing for us to enter is after almost all situations are over, right?”

“Yes. That way it’s safe.”

“Would it interfere with your plans if I went in before then?”

Camilla pointed to the resort.

“Why? Why?”

“Because if you have slaves, you have to take them out.”

This time I stared blankly at her. Camilla muttered in her confident tone.

“No, there will be. If you weren’t using slaves, why would you bid for the Lambert slave market?”

“But you haven’t seen slaves.”

To be precise, I hardly saw any watchers, let alone slaves. Looking at the white steam rising from the chimney installed in the building, it is clear that there is a person inside.

“Right. I didn’t see it. That’s natural. Most slaves are locked up in dark places, and never grouped together. Wouldn’t it be better to ‘supply’ to gang members’ private rooms?”

“Supply?”

“Slaves are consumables. As you know, in non-human reservations, both masters and slaves are hungry. And they don’t know how to deal with it.

The gang enforces a strict food rationing system. They, too, must be aware that this hunger is abnormal and there is no proper solution. But it can’t be helped that only complaints come out.

So instead, to take out your anger, ‘promote’ slaves. Like a doll that can be handled carelessly.”

Reminds me of Lambert’s warehouse. Her man and woman who were stealing her food while pretending to have s*x with her. She doesn’t mind appeasing her s*x drive, but the conversation she said that appeasing her appetite is a ‘terrible’ punishment, even by outlaw standards.

“John. One of the main tasks of the Central Liberation Front was rescuing slaves. There are some things I want to manage my image on my own, but… When I saw people in that situation, I had no choice but to bring them out.”

“But Camilla. Maybe not all slaves are innocent. Some of them may have been forced into slavery after losing a battle for gang power. Then…”

“Even if you get hurt, that’s the story, isn’t it?”

Camilla tapped her desk with her fingers. I noticed that she was organizing her words, so she waited.

“John. I don’t think all slaves in the world are innocent. At best, he could stab me in the back after I rescued him, or I might be better off dead or becoming a zombie. I’ve seen enough people broken physically and mentally.”

“You’re still going to save me?”

“Seek. I’m saving… No. Not for such a grand reason. I just can’t stand Elsa people enslaving people Elza.

John, honestly, I don’t care if these gangsters turn out to be zombies or worse beasts. I don’t care if you shoot me. Slaves? Slaves could have been human beings no different. But that doesn’t matter. What I don’t like is the system itself. Not a person.”

Camilla’s eyes clear, her voice hardens. She meant that she knew exactly what she was talking about. She was full of confidence.

“But I hate ruining your plans. So can you tell me If I jump in there, will it get in your way?”

If you say you’re in the way, Camilla won’t go in. But that’s a lie. A lie so obvious to the eye.

Camilla managed to find me without any clue. His tracking skills, persistence, and situational judgment might be ahead of me.

It’s better to just be honest than to babble around.

“It doesn’t matter. My goal is to destroy both zombies and gangs.”

“Then I’ll go in. You don’t have to come is that our deal? ‘If you want to do it, do it, if you don’t like it, don’t do it. Neither compelled nor compelled.’ You do your job. I am going to do my job.”

Now I even return what I said.

No complaints. I’m just curious as to why.

I asked a question, and Camilla answered it.

* * * * *

It’s already evening. We packed up our equipment and parted ways.

“I will live and see you tomorrow morning.”

“Call me.”

Camilla smiled brightly and waved the walkie-talkie. I also waved the walkie-talkie.

We can ‘do’ work together, but live separately. That’s our rule I don’t know where Camilla sleeps. She doesn’t know where I sleep, even Camilla. Because she’s on that side safe for each other.

The shelter I found is a fire watch observatory. When I climbed the iron stairs with my feet only half way through, there was no creaking sound.

The top is surrounded by windows and thin iron walls, albeit clumsily, so you can avoid rain and wind. It’s not cold at night anyway, so it’s comfortable to lie down on a blanket.

Of course, I didn’t lie down as soon as I arrived.

While the sun was still up, I disassembled the gun and cleaned it diligently. The M4 carbine is still doing its job faithfully, but even with such careful cleaning, the time will come when the barrel needs to be replaced someday.

I wiped my hands, took out the canteen, and ate the cold stew. The taste was pretty good. I thought about heating it with solid fuel and eating it, but no. Even if it’s a small thing, you have to get into the habit of cherishing it when you have it.

The time now pointed to seven o’clock in the evening. It’s time to sleep. Zombies and wild animals move actively when the night falls. Predators rest in the morning and during the day and move at night.

I didn’t sleep well. I toss and turn, thinking about the story Camilla told me.

The producer of 「Erysicton Protocol」 Was not very interested in storytelling. Users didn’t complain about why there was no narrative in this game.

Swarming with zombies that deserve to be shot and killed right in front of you, and hostile users who have no choice but to kill me and steal all the items, I finally have a double barrel shotgun in my hand?

What would you do after considering the story? It’s important to kill at least one more guy in that time.

However, the production company did not leave the narrative alone. I’ve seen it somewhere, so I put miscellaneous tips in the item description window or the mini-map tooltip. Like ‘Advertising Model Camilia’ or ‘Kybele Food Company’.

For that reason, the knowledge I knew was fragmented and fragmented. What is the Human Deprivation Zone and why are civil servants, police and firefighters ganged up? Things like what the military police were and what the liberation corps were, were not that important.

To be honest, I don’t want to worry about it too much even now.

Things that deserve to be killed, things that don’t need to be killed, things that can’t be killed with a gun, and things that can be killed. The standard of looking at the world is very simple.

To take care of my portion and move it to the ‘air-raid shelter’ I know. If there was anything to care about, that was it.

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That was until I had a conversation with Camilla.

Until I found out that this world is far more twisted than I thought.