How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 4. Lambert Drive (2)

Moving fast is more important than going undetected. At any time, I walked and ran to a place where I could dodge and hide even if a bullet flew in the next step.

Passing brush and trees and rocks. A steep slope will break your ankles, so choose a gentle slope to walk.

As we got closer to the village, we heard gunshots.

It’s not a series of sounds, it’s a single shot that says ground, land. It seems to be wandering around and sniping at the approaching zombies.

Fortunately, the direction is directly opposite to the factory area. It’s clear from the wide-spreading echoes of the gunfire. If it was shot towards me, it would have been just right, and it would have felt like the end was dripping.

I saw the fence outside the village before I knew it. It was built by weaving trees about 2m high and reinforced with iron plates. It seemed to keep zombies from climbing.

At the top of the 17m high fire lookout tower, a person stands leaning. I’m watching to see if zombies or suspicious people come or not. Fortunately, because I looked in different directions at regular intervals, I was able to move forward, albeit slowly.

My hands are sweaty. Scrub your pants. Maybe it was because she was nervous, but she didn’t feel hungry even though she felt like her stomach was sticking to her back.

Of course, I know the terrain well. But in the visible world, too many things have changed from what I have known in the meantime.

Right now, the color of the fence is different. All the fences I had seen were rusty and fell apart even when gently rubbed, and the wood had long since rotted away. It didn’t look sturdy enough to stand up even if the zombies struggled to cling to it like they do now.

Besides, Lambert is a village for beginners, but it is a place where you can survive safely only if you are equipped a little better than my current armament. It’s not impossible, of course, but it’s true that we need to move more quickly.

…But it’s not all that bad. In the current situation, arming close to the bare body is better.

Approximately 100m to the village wall. There is no cover. It seems to have been cleaned up for the sake of the owner. Well, that would make it easier to spot approaching zombies and strangers. It feels like my throat is burning, but I wait patiently.

Keep your posture low and hold on to the buttstock. I gripped it again, feeling that the pistol grip was sticking to my palm. Breathe in, breathe in, slowly. Slowly. It is drawn deep into the lungs.

Finally. The man in the watchtower stepped on the stairs and trudged down. The moment his head suddenly disappears. Kick the ground and run away.

Does the thump ring in your heart? Isn’t the watcher stepping up the stairs again? Maybe he’s coming up to find something he’s forgotten?

5 Meters. Kung-kung, thump-kung, watcher. 4 Meters. The Watcher’s head rises again. 3 Meters. 2 Meters. 1 Meter. The watcher turns his head!

“Ha.”

It comes to a close stop in front of the fence. I touched it lightly, but it only creaked briefly. Lean against the wall and listen. The sound of stepping on an iron plate is heard. It seems that he is running around the watchtower aimlessly.

Catch your breath, stick to the wall and walk sideways. Around here No, is it around there? There is a hollow in the ground under the fence. It’s a dog hole, where you can crawl through it by lowering your body.

Keep down. Check if there is something like someone’s foot. Luckily i don’t see Slowly, dragging your body. The rifle got slightly caught on the fence, but I pulled it out without difficulty. Eventually, the legs were completely pulled.

Where fenced-in single-story houses and warehouses line twisting dirt roads along hills and basins.

This is Lambert Village.

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If you look down from above, Lambert looks like a round donut.

In the middle of the open space, there is a spacious park and town hall, surrounded by shops, houses, warehouses, and workshops. And like an ant eating donuts, I am deftly moving in and out of the building.

The village is quite spacious. There are watchers standing at regular intervals along the road, but they look leisurely and languid. All wore red or blue scarves around their necks and hats to shield them from the sun, and guns were kept nearby.

As far as I know, they are the least reliable members of the Redneck style gang, but they are nothing special except that they shoot a little well. Just like petty criminals and petty criminals are there.

For a town that is large, there are not many people on the outskirts. Because of the sporadic zombies, the actual habitation is heavily concentrated inside the donuts. There is also a lot of expensive equipment out there.

So I see a suitable opportunity and run away with the goods and the vehicle. It’s nice when the guys I’ve summoned cause a fuss, but even if the timing isn’t right, it doesn’t matter.

Just wait for them to plunder.

Those who are called gangs are those who are better at eating than they are sweating. So, they often go out to plunder. Of course, the elite and high-ranking people remain in the village, but the number is significantly reduced compared to dealing with the entire gang, so it is less burdensome.

In the meantime, spend time in a suitable place. Those who know know, but if you don’t know, it’s one of those places where you have to suffer. It’s a bit far to go, but I decided to take a look around the town half way.

I stopped when I saw them whimpering and carrying boxes to the truck.

Beside it, redneck gang members were putting on bulletproof vests and tightening the straps on each other. They beat each other with their fists and exchange light jokes, but the armor grade itself was quite high…. 22 Caliber can’t penetrate unless it’s close range.

With the command to leave, the truck disappeared emitting smoke. However, the direction of turning the corner is not the outskirts of the town, but the inside of the town.

The same goes for armed guys. There was no such thing as a fever, but they were going to the back of the village while exchanging jokes among themselves.

This is the first pattern I see.

Being armed means going out for plunder. If so, the direction should be towards the outskirts of town. I’d like to organize the warehouse, but if that’s the case, there’s no need to arm yourself like that. This, too, seems to have changed.

I’ll have to think about going to the center of town some more. If the armed forces are concentrated in the center, it means that surveillance will become more severe. If that’s the case, a decent vehicle is said to be found in the factory area…. To do that, you have to go undetected to the other side of town.

First of all, I decided to go into the warehouse and take a look at the situation.

Take a break again. Walking After repeating the report, he entered a familiar hunting ground.

It’s a fairly large warehouse that can park about four cars. There are two entrances to the front and one to the back where I just entered. The interior is well-placed with partitions and woodworking equipment, as if it were used as a workshop.

It looks like an ordinary warehouse, but there is another reason why this place is a good place. If you close the back door like this and take a seat in the corner partition, you can see the inside of the warehouse and the road to the outside entrance at a glance through the gap in the tree.

I turned my head to and fro and looked in the direction of the road.

I saw a man sitting on the stairs opposite the warehouse and smoking. A pouch made by weaving a plastic bag from a supermarket was attached to the cheap body armor worn by police officers. There is no storage space in the cheap body armor, so it seems to have been made like that as a makeshift measure.

Unfortunately, the guy is looking exactly ‘this way’. In other words, I couldn’t get out of the front door of this warehouse without breaking his neck.

The gun is OZ-106. It is a bolt action shotgun. Shoot one shot, *click* reload, fire one shot, *click* reload, it’s impossible to fire continuously, but it’s short-range and weak trash.

Still, there are two advantages. One is that they are light and easy to obtain, so if they break down, you can throw them away and pick up a new one. The other one is that it’s a shotgun anyway, so it can catch at least one zombie well.

However, I am the one who could die from being hit by trash like that gun.

…No. Come to think of it, I feel a bit bad.

I took a seat in the corner and stood. He punched the partition with his fist. A thud echoed throughout the warehouse.

“What is it?”

He picked up a gun. Now, if you come inside, secretly grab him by the neck from the side and break it… His body armor.

“Won’t you walk quickly?”

An angry voice. It’s across the road. The watcher approaching this way stopped. Contingent variable. Taking advantage of the gap where his attention was diverted, I moved to the corner where I was originally hiding.

I looked in the direction of the road. I saw a woman walking with frequent steps, and a shaggy man holding her by the nape of her neck. The woman was beaten, her face was covered with bruises. The words ‘Disease Crisis Management Agency’ were clearly visible on her baggy clothes. Her trembling arms wrapped around her body, and she seemed to crouch a little.

The man, on the other hand, is wearing an artificial leather jumper with a skull on it. The golden chain on my jeans clattered against the pistol grip in my pants pocket.

“Are you serious?”

The man standing guard asked bluntly. The big man asked.

“What is the problem?”

“There were many other days. Why is it today?”

“I’ll finish it quickly.”

“No, I know you have premature ejaculation, so I don’t care about that. I mean, a day like today… Do you want to do that It’s auction day. Everyone is sensitive because they are getting sharper, but the speed is good. Really.”

Even at the watcher’s sarcastic remarks, he smiles kindly, huh heh.

“So I should relax on a day like this. All the gangsters around you are gathering, so do you have to frown? Your face is ugly. Even so, you can change your impression. Gently. No, more than that, what are you doing here? Aren’t you carrying your luggage? Everyone is there.”

“Unlike you, I know discipline. He didn’t leave his seat while being watched and raped the prospective slaves like anyone else.”

The watcher snuck up on the towel hanging around his neck. It was like a dog collar given to someone who gained the trust of a gang leader.

“Anyway, these days, zombies are crazy and come in through cracks? I don’t know where the leak is. Can you open the door and come in?”

The watcher looked rather serious, but he was still a big guy.

“You open it too, but the zombie can’t?”

“Noisy. I can’t even get angry because I’m hungry. Where on earth did you pick up and eat something, so you have the desire to do that even in a situation like this?”

“Because you are young, mister.”

“Looks like you don’t want to do it, right?”

The Watcher grips his shotgun. Her man smiled triumphantly and reached into her pocket. The grip of her pistol gleamed. The watcher turns the barrel of the shotgun slightly.

Chin.

The man tapped the rider’s jacket with the palm of her hand. As the watcher flinched, she put her hand in her jacket pocket instead of the trouser pocket that held her pistol.

“Jam.”

It was a chocolate bar the size of a finger. The Watcher sighs and slings the shotgun over his shoulder. But she didn’t accept the chocolate.

“Why did you take care of me?”

“… Be careful not to accept bribes. Finish quickly.”

“I guess so.”

The man roughly pushed her woman toward her shed. The woman was angry, but her man looked in the direction of her watcher. I roughly guessed the situation. She’s a gang member, a woman maybe…

“Will you respect my privacy?”

The Watcher walked along the roadside, sick of it. The big guy hummed and closed both sides of the front storage door. The fact that the back door was closed must have been seen from there, so I didn’t bother to come.

“You idiot, you bastard, look at how he puts weight on being a cop. Did you see I fell asleep and stretched out my hand.”

The man stretched out his hand toward the woman. The startled woman flinched and clutched her neck. The man gently brushed the woman’s face.

“What are you so afraid of?”

“You bastard.”

The woman groaned. The man slowly stroked the woman’s cheek. The woman sighed and grabbed the man’s hand.

“Don’t be silly and finish it quickly. I’m thirsty and hungry.”

“What’s so urgent…”

The woman grabbed the man by the collar and kissed her fiercely. She was ready to bite her lip. She unzipped her rider jacket. Something patted and fell.

The man who was holding the woman’s face also pulled back the woman’s jacket. Also, something slipped.

“…Quickly. Quickly.”

Rather, the woman stuck out her tongue and gasped. She had no idea what the situation was.

No matter how you look at it, that thing that fell from the woman’s breast… Looks like a bag of bread?