A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

The zombie let out a meaningless wailing sound from its throat, and fell to the road, curling up its body. The intestines in its stomach puffed out all over the ground as it twisted.

The third zombie took a few steps closer, neither hurried nor slow, completely unaware that the first two zombies had already fallen to the ground, and still persisted in trying to tear the flesh of the living.

Uesugi Genshin twisted his body and turned smoothly to avoid it, while at the same time using the front of the blade to split its face, including one eye, nose, mouth and chin.

Chopping from the temple is the most energy-saving, and he would not be stupid enough to chop directly from the top of the head.

The sound of explosion came with a moment of pressure.

It sounds disgusting and looks even more disgusting. It's three times more disgusting when you listen to it and watch it at the same time.

The noise of the battle was so loud that the zombies in front of him rushed towards him, completely ignoring the two people behind him.

Blood flowed all over the ground as zombies fell from time to time, making the ground wet and slippery.

Hachiman fanned his nose with his empty left hand to disperse the rusty smell in the air. This was the downside of using sharp weapons; they always made the experience too bloody.

The same was true in Chiba. Every time the cleanup crew dealt with a battle scene, they had a basic guess about the large pool of blood: Ah, this must have been done by the vice president.

Not only do they have to carry the bodies to be burned, but they also have to clean up the mess at the scene. It's very hard for them, and he, as the minister in charge of them, knows it very well. It's like this every day, spending a whole day cleaning up yesterday's traces, and then cleaning up today's traces tomorrow.

It's probably similar to the feeling of having to wash dishes after cooking.

Seeing Xuan Xin take a few steps back and prepare to regroup, Hachiman hurriedly stepped forward to help share the pressure from the side.

And Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes were full of appreciation, as if she was watching some art performance, as if this scarlet scene was so pleasing to the eye.

It was a different feeling for the SIT group, the most obvious difference when fighting with them was that there was no need to worry at all.

It sounds strange to say this, but it's a certain feeling. When I watch my own people fighting, I get terrified. If the fighting gets a little intense, I worry that my own people will be knocked down in the next second.

But the opponent would not have such feeling at all. Although he felt the urgency of dancing on the edge of a knife, he did not feel that he was in danger. It was just like chopping down minions like chopping vegetables and melons in the movies. It was exciting but not thrilling.

After Yukinoshita Haruno also came forward to help kill a few zombies, the zombies in front of the building had been completely cleared out.

She looked at the first floor of the building, at the room next to the door. That was the duty room. The people on duty that day would go there regularly to check whether all the access control areas were locked properly. Through the glass, she could see that there was no one inside, and no zombies either.

It’s a bit of a pity. If there is a Self-Defense Force zombie, the access card might be on it.

The SIT guy stepped forward and was surprised to find that the glass could be opened directly. He looked back at his companions and Yukinoshita Haruno and the others.

"Go to the room and see if you can find anything." Yukinoshita Haruno said to the SIT team leader.

"I see."

Instead of entering the building, they climbed in through the window.

"I've arrived at the regiment headquarters building." Yukinoshita Haruno said into the radio.

Amid the humming sound of electricity, Murai's panting could be heard. It looked like he was fighting fiercely over there. "Got it. I'm almost there too."

Chapter 206: Sacrifice long ago

The so-called "almost there" was not that accurate. From where they were standing, they couldn't even see the shadow of the warehouse.

On the other hand, Yukinoshita Haruno didn't take it seriously. She was more concerned about her own side now. The other team leaders had their own autonomy in action.

"Others, please report the situation," she continued.

During this short period of time, Uesugi Genshin and Hachiman were clearing out the zombies in the parking lot next to them.

The fact that the road in front of the door was blocked meant that not a single car was missing from the parking lot, and all of them were parked here.

Most of them are non-commissioned officers who come here to work from nearby garrisons using various means of transportation. They do not live in the dormitories here.

Killed several zombies in the parking lot. Most of them wandered into the parking lot unconsciously. The irony was that they themselves didn't know why they were there.

Genshin Uesugi was lying in front of the window of a Mercedes-Benz car, looking inside. The Japanese like BBA (Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi) very much, especially Mercedes-Benz.

As expected, I didn't see any car keys, nor anything valuable. It seemed like it was wishful thinking to hope to find something by luck.

When they returned to the front of the building, they were greeted by Yukinoshita Haruno's smile, "Huh~"

"Let's go." Uesugi Genshin pointed his head towards the building and walked in first.

"Yeah." Pulling the clothes that were a little tight on her chest, Yukinoshita Haruno withdrew her gaze from him and followed him.

It was bright in the afternoon, and the sunlight refracted so that the inside of the building was well lit. It also suddenly became a lot cooler, not just because the sun was gone overhead.

The environment was also eerie. The footsteps of zombies could be vaguely heard. There was a corner in front of me. Whether I looked to the left or forward, I could see several zombies in the aisle. They were still dressed in civilian clothes. There was nothing standing on the stairs directly in front of me.

Uesugi Genshin lay in the corner and watched. Half of their bodies were soaked in blood, which dried on their clothes and turned into an ugly and abstract black and red color, like a scab formed on a huge wound.

The strange footsteps, unpredictable movements, and the constant dragging sound in the aisle were really unpleasant.

Because the aisle was bright, their faces were clearly visible, a sickly grayish-white color, and their mouths were so blurry that they were impossible to see. In comparison, their eyes didn't seem so disgusting.

After ending his spying, Uesugi Genshin gently pushed away Yukinoshita Haruno who was lying on top of him. When she was lying on his back, she used her arms to separate them, but the separation was limited. It was hard to say whether she had a sense of distance or not.

Looking back at her, Uesugi Genshin made a gesture as if to kill them.

After getting a clear answer, he walked out of the corner. At this time, the knife would make less noise than a blunt object, and the aisle would not allow them to stand apart.

So he alone is enough.

As he took a step forward, the two zombies closest to him seemed to have heard something, or perhaps they had caught a glimpse of the moving living creatures out of the corner of their eyes. The moment they turned to face him, they pounced at him in an exaggerated manner.

It was as if they were all wrapped in chains. After the first two zombies moved, the heads of the zombies in the entire aisle all turned in this direction at the same time, and the actions that followed were exactly the same.

Uesugi Genshin used his powerful sword to cut the neck of the first zombie.

Then he spun his body half a circle to avoid the attack, and stabbed the second zombie below the eye socket with the blade. Before it fell, he swung his arm, and the tip of the knife pierced the eyeball and was pushed into the opponent's skull.

After pulling it out, he flipped his wrist and the knife cut through the air. The next zombie that was about to attack staggered and had a deep wound on its neck that could be seen to the bone. Blood gushed out of its throat, and then he kicked it in the chest, causing it to fall to the ground.

After chopping down another zombie, Uesugi Genshin swung his sword fiercely and split open a zombie's head. The head that fell to the ground looked like a watermelon with a corner missing, and even the white veins in the watermelon were well restored.

The sound of his breathing seemed insignificant in the corridor where the battle was taking place, while roars, disordered footsteps, and the sounds of bodies or parts of bodies hitting the ground could be heard in an interlaced manner.

Hachiman scratched his earlobe. He had naively thought that there would be no problem if he handed everything over to Xuanxin, but it seemed that they would not let him do as he wished.

When the zombies in the aisle ahead heard the noise, they turned around and walked towards this side, and after seeing him and Miss Yang Nai, they started to speed up.

Then Uesugi Genshin heard a fight taking place behind him, and he must have been attracted by the sound of his fighting.

But he just needs to focus on what's in front of him, and he believes that Hachiman and Yukinoshita Haruno will not let the zombies get close to his back.

Until the last zombie was hit and staggered back, Uesugi Genshin raised the knife, gripped the handle, and threw it out like a javelin.

The sharp blade pierced through the center of the zombie's chest, and a hissing sound came from its throat. It raised its head, and then was kicked to its knees, struggling on the blood-stained body. Uesugi Genshin stepped on the corpse on the ground, where its arms were still waving.

He chopped off its head like an executioner.

Blood gushed out along the broken neck, and the zombie's body completely collapsed, lying powerlessly on the ground.

Turning his head to look behind him, he saw that the battle between Hachiman and Yukinoshita Haruno was still going on. Several zombies were already lying on the ground, and their feet in leather shoes were exposed from the blind spot of his vision.

But it looks like no help is needed.

He tore off a zombie's coat and wiped off the blood that was flowing down the blade.

The door of the duty room next to him opened a little, just in time to meet Uesugi Genshin's line of sight.

"It's safe here." Uesugi Genshin said as he threw away the clothes stained with fresh blood.

The door was completely opened, and the SIT personnel came out. "We didn't find anything, but we did find a map."

He stood side by side with Uesugi Genshin, and then looked at the battle over there. "Don't we need to go and help?"

"There's no room for me." Uesugi Genshin shrugged, and it should be over soon.

As he was thinking this, Hachiman turned around and called out, "The people from the second floor are coming down too."

"!" Okay, Uesugi Genshin took a few steps forward, and in response, Hachiman and Yukinoshita Haruno tacitly stepped back to make room for the corner.

Some of the zombies saw him standing in the side aisle and changed their route to catch the man who was closer.

Part of the zombie swarm was diverted to his side, which also relieved a lot of pressure on Hachiman and Yukinoshita Haruno.

The battle lasted two minutes, short but sharp.

A thin layer of sweat also covered Yukinoshita Haruno's forehead. She was breathing heavily and her cheeks were flushed.

Was it due to fatigue or an illusion? To Uesugi Genshin, his eyes also looked moist.

He twisted his body, and the T-shirt stuck to his back, which was a little uncomfortable.

When the stuck T-shirt was shaken off, his back was instantly filled with cool air, as he was wearing thin clothes to begin with.

The SIT people reported to Yukinoshita Haruno and mentioned the map in the duty room.

"Let's go and take a look." said Yukinoshita Haruno.

They arrived at the duty room and saw the building structure diagram as expected.

Armory, where is the armory?

Uesugi Genshin's eyes swept from the left to the right at the top of the map, because the armory should not be near the door.

Finally, I found it in the middle right of the upper end.

Yukinoshita Haruno's slender fingers slid all the way from the armory to the entrance where they were. Even without any paint on her nails, they looked very beautiful, a beautiful pink color.

"Let's go over there first." She pointed to the location of the armory.

Then she looked at the upper floors, where the access cards might be placed, "Third and fourth floors."

This time, the SIT people took the task of clearing the way and walked in front. The ground was slippery enough that they could move the corpses of the zombies away with their feet, and they pushed them all to the far left.

This is the only way to deal with them now, and they will probably rot here later.

Originally, they just wanted to come here for a visit and leave, and they would not bother to deal with the aftermath here.

This is basically just the one time I'm here. When I think about how these corpses will soon be infested with maggots and flies, I'm even more determined not to come here again.

It’s not that I’m scared, but it’s really disgusting.

There were no zombies ahead. Those that were closer were attracted by the movement at the gate. They had a simple ability to distinguish which were meaningless movements of their own kind and which were the sounds of prey or hunters.

It was not until we were almost there that we saw a few of them wandering around in the corridor in the distance, but the ground was full of corpses?

The SIT people deliberately made noises to attract them and then killed them smoothly.

"......?!" Then they saw the man sitting against the wall in front of them. He was a member of the Self-Defense Forces.

He was probably in his thirties or forties. He sat with his legs stretched out, his head tilted to one side, his hands limp on the ground, and next to him was a pistol with the safety off.

At first, the people in SIT thought he was a zombie, but after a closer look, they found that he must have committed suicide.

The corpse spots on his face indicated that he had been dead for more than ten days. His body was exposed to the air and gave off a bad smell, which was somewhat different from that of a zombie.

He was wearing a Type 3 bulletproof vest and a combat harness in forest camouflage color.

At his feet was a Type 89 assault rifle. Why was this so certain? Because anyone in Japan who knows a little about this knows that the Type 89 assault rifle can be equipped with a bayonet.

The new generation of firearms generally no longer have this structure.

The bayonet was placed next to the gun, along with several magazines and an unknown number of shell casings.

It seems that he had fought fiercely here before his death. Uesugi Genshin used the tip of a knife to look through the corpses in the corridor. One of the zombies had several bullet holes on its face, and it should have been the one that rushed to the front at that time.

"Did he commit suicide?" Yukinoshita Haruno walked forward, and the two SIT members and two other team members made way.

She didn't care about the dirty environment and knelt on one knee. There was a big gap on the head of the corpse, which was the mark of a bullet penetration.

Her face was in a terrible state, but Yukinoshita Haruno remained calm.

Then she picked up the Type 89 assault rifle on the ground. She had played with it before at a shooting range. She checked the magazine with familiarity, "It's all empty."

There were also several magazines on the ground, all of which were empty, which showed that this Self-Defense Force member held on until the very last moment and then committed suicide in despair.

Maybe in his opinion, committing suicide with a gun is better than being bitten by zombies. After all, it is the difference between long-term pain and no pain.

But that's not necessarily the case. Uesugi Genshin knew that if he was hit in the head but the pain center was not destroyed, he would suffer tremendous pain, even if it was only for a moment, and brain death would require a certain process.

It's just like a person who jumps off a building and naively thinks that death is a simple thing, but perhaps while falling in the air he is already regretting it because of the fear and discomfort of weightlessness.

No matter what, this person had experienced combat before his death, so he still respected this Self-Defense Force member.