A villainous girl created by paranoia

At this moment, Sister Hanamiya was lying on the ground, panting heavily, but she quickly managed to sit up, though it was a bit difficult for her.

Seeing this, I quickly went over to help her to the wall and let her sit against it.

Before I could even utter a word of concern, I saw Sister Hanamiya raise the dagger high in her left hand and then plunge it fiercely into her right arm.

puff...

"Sister Huagong! You..."

Before she could even speak, Sister Huagong lowered the dagger with her left hand, making a shushing gesture.

"Don't panic, Lily. My right hand is infected with a virus. If it's not cut off, it will turn into the zombie below."

After saying that, Sister Huagong grasped her dagger again and began to cut her arm.

She cut a circle around her right arm below the elbow, and blood flowed all over the ground. Perhaps because the dagger was not long, there was a lot of flesh that the dagger could not cut through, so Sister Hanamiya could only tear at her right arm with her left hand.

Pat pat pat...

Although the sound of muscles being torn apart wasn't loud, it was so horrifying to me. In the end, Hanamiya's entire right arm was torn apart, leaving only a few pieces of muscle connecting them.

"Lily, help me out."

I knew what Sister Hanamiya meant, so I didn't dare to be negligent. Even though I was very scared, I still picked up Sister Hanamiya's dagger and, with a tingling sensation on my scalp, cut through all the flesh. Blood from the cut on Sister Hanamiya's right arm splattered all over me.

While cutting through those muscles, I felt like all the muscles in my body were tense, my hands and feet were stiff and I didn't know why I was tense, and I also had a feeling of wanting to pick flowers...

As if she felt no pain, Sister Hanamiya tore off the fabric from the sleeve of her coat and shirt, which was the severed part of her right hand, and then smiled as she handed me her right hand, which was beginning to turn pale.

"Lily, help me throw it down."

I numbly took Hanamiya's bloodied arm, and looking at the severed area, I couldn't help but feel goosebumps rising on my skin. I turned around and walked towards the edge of the rooftop. I wanted to walk quickly, but my legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I couldn't move fast at all.

clatter...

I think I heard a faint sound, but I don't have time to care what it is now.

He slowly walked to the edge of the roof, reached out his hand, and gently released the severed arm from his grasp.

The severed arm fell to the ground quite naturally, and with a small 'thud,' it smashed into a pile of flesh.

My stomach feels a bit uncomfortable; I feel nauseous and want to vomit.

I moved away from the edge, intending to return to Sister Hanamiya's side, but as soon as I turned around, I saw Sister Hanamiya holding a piece of burning cloth, scorching the severed wound on her right arm.

Sizzle sizzle...

I could vaguely smell the aroma of roasted meat.

How painful must that feel? What Sister Hanamiya did was not to apply the fire all at once, but to subject it to continuous scorching.

Just imagining that kind of pain sends chills down my spine.

"Hana-gung... Sister?"

As if she heard my voice, Sister Hanamiya turned her head, her face still bearing that confident smile.

"what happened?"

"Aren't you... in pain?"

"It doesn't hurt now, but it might hurt so much that I cry later."

As she spoke, Sister Hanamiya moved her severed arm a couple of times. After confirming that the bleeding had been successfully stopped, she threw the fabric, which was about to burn to ashes, aside. The fabric... seemed to be two sleeves that had been torn off the severed arm.

Why go to this extent?

Sister Hanamiya didn't answer me immediately. Instead, she shifted her body to get away from the damp pool of blood before casually saying...

"Okay, telling Lily isn't a problem."

These zombies are all carrying viruses. If their viruses get into your wounds, you could end up like them, losing your mind and rotting away. You'd just wander around aimlessly, and if you encountered any living people, you'd pounce and bite them.

I don't want to become like that, and Lily doesn't want to become like that either, right?

I shook my head; naturally, I was unwilling.

"As for why I got infected, it's probably because my palms were rubbed raw by the rust from that iron rod, and I also used that zombie for self-defense, so I accidentally got infected."

"It's my fault for being too careless. I thought there were only zombies in front of the house; I didn't expect them to have reinforcements, so I easily rushed in."

I remained silent for a while before speaking with some difficulty.

"Then... Sister Huagong... let's go back. Mr. Ye said that he can treat some external injuries."

“No need. Lily and I will go find supplies later and see if we can get some weapons, then we’ll come back.”

"You're coming back?"

My voice was a bit loud and impolite, and I could also sense that I was overreacting.

But Sister Huagong didn't seem to care; she remained as carefree as ever.

"The zombies are so numerous, which means there must be something in Lily's house, maybe something that can allow everyone to escape the game without having to kill each other anymore?"

I know this is a lie, but what is Sister Hanamiya's purpose?

No, whatever her purpose is now, we can't let her continue. This time she only lost her right arm, but next time it might be her left arm's turn. So, we can't let her go anymore.

But... before I could even finish speaking, I saw large drops of cold sweat appear on Hanamiya's forehead, and her face turned pale.

She instinctively hugged her right arm with her left hand, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, but even so, she still smiled and said.

"Lily, could you please stop looking at me? I'm going to look awful, could you please give me some face?"

I nodded, then turned away, no longer wanting to look at Sister Hanamiya's pained expression, but I could still hear some sounds that made my heart ache slightly.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground...

The sound of gasping for air...

The sound of a fist slamming into the ground...

The sound of clothes rubbing against the ground...

A small, suppressed cry of anguish...

After that, there was no sound behind me.

"Sister Huagong..."

No response...

"Sister Huagong?"

There was still no response, so I couldn't help but turn around and look at Sister Hanamiya. Fortunately, Sister Hanamiya was alright; she had just fainted.

Now, Hanamiya-neechan has curled up into a ball, looking extremely insecure. Her silver hair is disheveled, there are clear tear tracks on her cheeks, and some strands of hair are even stuck to her face. Her brows are tightly furrowed, and she occasionally lets out small sobs, looking like she is in great pain.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that Sister Huagong was also small, delicate, and soft, a girl who needed someone to protect her.

I lay down beside Sister Hanamiya and gently hugged her from behind.

"It's alright, it's alright, Sister Hanamiya."

I could feel that Hanamiya's tense body gradually relaxed, and the painful whimpers stopped coming from her mouth. It was like a stray cat that had found a home and a sense of security.

It turns out that Sister Huagong wasn't as powerful as I had imagined.

Chapter Fifteen: Word Games?

[Lily's Perspective]

"Well..."

I woke up groggily. My first reaction was that I was a little cold. After shivering instinctively, my mind cleared up instantly, and the first thing I saw was the completely dark night sky.

Is it...already evening?

I sat up abruptly, as if something had fallen off me, but I didn't care what it was now. I looked around and, in the dim moonlight, I saw Sister Huagong sitting against the wall, which immediately put me at ease.

But... where's Hanamiya-nee's coat?

I subconsciously looked at the thing that had just fallen off me. The moonlight wasn't bright, but I could still make out what it was. It was Hanamiya's coat.

She must have heard me get up, because Sister Hanamiya looked at me with that calm and elegant smile on her face.

"woke up."

I nodded, and only then did I notice that Sister Huagong was holding a rusty long stick in her arms. It looked like Sister Huagong had also torn it down from the fence. The stick was about three meters long, and the tip was covered with rotting flesh.

"How long...did I sleep?"

"You only slept for three hours."

"Is it... motion-sensing time? Or game time?"

"It's the perceived time."

It's already 7 p.m., no wonder it's getting dark.

"Shouldn't we be getting back to the safe house soon?"

"It'll be time to teleport in about ten minutes."

After receiving these answers, I felt much more at ease. At least, we should be able to get through the night peacefully.

Subconsciously, I looked again at the long stick in Sister Hanamiya's arms.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Sister Hanamiya explained to me.

"Around six o'clock, we were targeted by zombies, but because we were on the roof and the stairs had been blown up by me, the zombies could only climb the walls, and this stick was just a handy tool."

Subconsciously, I pursed my lips. I knew that Sister Hanamiya wasn't as strong as she seemed on the surface. Looking at those zombies trying to climb up the wall, Sister Hanamiya must have been very scared and uneasy.

All I did was sleep; I didn't help at all...

"Don't blame yourself, Lily, I'm not blaming you."

"but..."

Wait a minute? Why does Sister Hanamiya know I'm blaming myself? I didn't say anything.

Seeing my shocked expression, Sister Hanamiya smiled happily.