I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

[They're all bear traps, nothing new.] Bobosha looked around and found a safe place to jump. Of course, the noise of falling wouldn't trigger the trap.

[Shall we go in first?] Suomi stood on the roof, keeping watch. Bison and Mosin-Nagant appeared at the outskirts of the slums.

[Wait a moment, we'll be there soon.] Mosin-Nagant Bison darted over the infected's heads and reunited with Suomi and Poposha. The two who came later crouched on the roof, while Poposha and Suomi stood on either side of the cellar door, hooking the door handle with their crowbars.

[Push harder!] Bobosha and Suomi pulled hard at the crowbar, but as soon as the cellar opened a little, they felt resistance and heard a clattering noise from inside. Someone had locked the cellar from the inside, using an iron chain.

"Aren't they afraid someone might lock the door from outside?" Bobosha asked in surprise.

There must be another passage. Humans aren't that stupid. This is probably it. Mosin-Nagant told the two team members below to come up and find some shelter while he threw a grenade down below.

Boom! The shockwave from the grenade alerted the hidden traps and shattered the flimsy cellar door. Then they heard shouting from inside and the ping-pong of bullets fired out of the cellar.

Mosin-Nagant threw two more grenades into the cellar, and exclamations and screams were heard from inside. After two consecutive booms, Bison jumped down first, rushed into the cellar, and took a look inside at the corner.

The cellar was only two or three meters deep, but the interior was quite complex. The cellar of this house seemed to be connected to and extended from several other rooms, with the exception of the central hall, and all other areas were separated by screens.

In the center of the hall was a large dining table with several dirty plates on it, and human bones were randomly placed on them. There were also many signs of being gnawed on these bones.

The air inside the cellar was very turbid and the light was dim. However, as soon as the buffalo poked its head out, it was shot by someone hiding behind the screen.

Several shotgun shells, rifle bullets, and pistol bullets flew out from behind the cover. Bison reacted quickly, went back to the corner, and threw two more grenades inside.

Boom! Boom! The violent shock wave echoed in the cellar. Bison shook her head and rushed in with her gun. This time, no one could shoot at her. Those who were hiding behind the screen were all lying down due to the grenades.

[Confirmed the enemy is incapacitated. Damn, they're all cannibals, should we kill them all?] Bison walked around the cellar. There were only a few broken guns, many dismembered human bodies, and a large cauldron emitting a strong stench. Bison opened it and took a look. Inside were several bloody arms.

[Those who could still move were kept for questioning, and those who could not move were all shot.] Mosin-Nagant took out his engineer shovel and chopped off the heads of the immobile ones one by one.

Bison also shot all those who seemed motionless, and spared the ones who were still able to move. If these people had other bases, they should be able to provide some information.

"Ahem..." The less severely affected person gradually regained consciousness and looked around, trying to find a weapon. However, Suomi had already kicked him in the stomach.

The kick caused some of his internal organs to shift. He was fully awake now, but the severe pain made him curl up and cover his aching abdomen.

"I ask, you answer. Otherwise you die." Suomi put the safety on his gun and hung it behind him, saying briefly. These people spoke English, a language Suomi knew.

"Okay, okay..." he whispered while holding his stomach, but Suomi didn't let him lie down. Instead, he picked him up by his hair and threw him to sit on the chair.

"Where is your headquarters? Draw it down. Watch out, I will interrogate the others. If the place you draw is different, you will all die." Suomi took out a map from his bag and put down a pencil.

"Headquarters, headquarters, let me see the map." The man breathed hard, holding the pencil, then turned quickly and stabbed Suomi's neck, while his other hand reached for Suomi's submachine gun.

Suomi clenched his free hand into a fist and delivered a jab to the man's neck. With a crisp snap, the man fell from the chair, his head twisted at an odd angle, his neck broken.

Until his death, his face was still filled with a mixture of fear and joy.

"Next." Suomi pulled the other one who was still breathing over and sat him down.

"Even if I draw it, I will die..." he said weakly.

Suomi injected him with a shot of expired adrenaline that he had found while ransacking the hospital, and then stuffed him with a package containing canned food and water (left by Sun Yang).

“After you draw it, you can go,” Suomi said.

The man hesitated for a few seconds, then cordoned off the area properly and explained that they had no choice but to start eating people because they couldn't get out of the place.

Suomi didn't bother to listen to his explanation, stuffed a pistol into his hand and threw him out of the cellar.

The survivors who were thrown outside were overjoyed and quickly ran out with their pistols and packages.

Suomi found a new person in the cellar and drew a new map. This time, the survivor was very cooperative and immediately marked the location. Suomi confirmed that they had drawn the same place.

[The address is confirmed. Anything else to confirm?] Suomi said on the voice channel.

"No more, no survivors," Mosin-Nagant said. Suomi took the map, punched the survivor sitting in the chair, and picked up a pistol from the ground to finish him off. Mosin-Nagant, standing nearby, picked up an old shotgun from the ground and shot the still-moving survivor.

Soon, all the cannibal survivors were killed. The humanoids picked up their usable weapons and ammunition as supplies. The one survivor who hadn't gotten far was shot in the head by a Mosin-Nagant who had crawled out.

When the commander was circling overhead, he would definitely not be able to find this deeply hidden residence of survivors. Although it looked dead silent from the outside, there were probably quite a few people lurking here.

Mosin-Nagant was not surprised at this situation at all. She took away the package containing supplies, as the supplies inside could still be used.

If they wanted to search for supplies here safely, they had to clean up the place. Mosin-Nagant walked out of the room. In addition to her branded rifle and the pistol at her side, she also had a double-barreled shotgun and dozens of shotgun shells.

"I've found my old self. I can't concentrate on collecting records unless I get rid of these cannibals. The intense fighting alone will damage the records." Suomi clenched his fists and said with some confidence.

"Don't be careless. We don't have many replacement parts, so be careful. Bison, I'm talking to you." Mosin-Nagant said to Bison.

[Sorry, I'll be careful...] ​​Bison quickly patched up the torn part of his clothes with the needle, thread, and cotton cloth he found in the cellar. If he didn't pay attention to insulation, nature would soon teach Bison the damage that low temperatures can cause to the body.

After making sure the team members had checked their status, Mosin-Nagant waved his hand and the figures ran towards the circled area on the map.

This run lasted all day. They trudged through the snow for a day before finally reaching the university. The temperature outside dropped further, approaching minus thirty degrees Celsius.

The road we came from stretched out a long trail and could no longer be seen.

So, the headquarters is a church inside a university? Bison looked at the map for a long time, then looked at the snow-covered buildings before him. There must be nearly a hundred large buildings here. The school covers a vast area and even has a church.

The humanoids walked towards the university following the map with a confused look on their faces. There was a blurry drawing on the bulletin board beside the road, which provided some reference for the team.

Let me see. To the west is the hospital, to the east is a supermarket and a memorial church, and to the north are a bunch of classrooms, a library, activity rooms, and labs. Further north is a college and a church... What a joke! How can I find this? How am I supposed to search when there are only two people living in each house?

The bison simply lay down in the snow and rolled around, then bumped into the curb.

"Are we being too quick? This is such a large area with so many buildings. How long will it take to clear it all?" Poposha asked Mosin-Nagant.

"Not really. Since they call this their headquarters, they must be quite a few. They wouldn't live scattered in such an extreme environment, so the exterior must have been modified. Tsk, I was thinking I'd skip the drone because of the wind and snowstorms. Now it would be nice to have one," said Mosin-Nagant.

"We don't even need to worry about those small groups of two or three people. They won't risk attacking us," Suomi said.

"Then we'll have to search on foot. Churches, churches...it should be quick if we just look for churches." Bison memorized several locations, wondering which church to visit first.

The Mosin-Nagant glanced around and noticed a faint plume of white smoke rising in the distance. She adjusted her vision module, magnified it, and activated thermal imaging. The drifting heat waves stood out like dots of ink on white paper.

"It's really fast. Look in that direction, that's the Rockefeller Center." Mosin-Nagant pointed to his teammates.

"After all, humans would freeze to death if they didn't keep warm. That church has a tall building, which makes a good observation point. And the area around the church is all grass, with no other buildings. Anyone approaching would be instantly noticeable," Suomi said, glancing at the introduction.

It's okay. The commander didn't ask to avoid damaging buildings. We'll approach the teaching building west of the church. There should be a guard post there. I'll get my silencer ready. Mosin-Nagant loaded his rifle with special assassination ammunition and attached a custom silencer (five-star calibration +10). While it wasn't completely silent, it was enough to prevent the guards from hearing it even dozens of meters away.

She slung her rifle behind her and led her teammates deeper into the campus.

After more than ten minutes of moving in the snow, the figures arrived near the teaching building. Mosin-Nagant and his team carefully used their visual and auditory modules to identify the surrounding movements, but they could not see anything strange.

The windows of the teaching building had been broken, and the wind and snow were blowing in. Mosin-Nagant carefully checked the surrounding windows. After confirming that there was no one, he pushed open the window frame, drew his pistol, and tiptoed into the teaching building.

Years of accumulated dust and snow mixed together, and broken glass shards littered the ground. Mosin-Nagant and Suomi swapped positions, with Suomi leading the way forward, himself second, Bison third, and Bobosha bringing up the rear, keeping an eye on the situation behind them.

Four figures lined up in a row, moving quickly along the wall. Suomi glanced at the architectural diagram on the wall and followed the shortest route.

"Something's wrong, Captain! Why haven't we heard any human activity yet? Are the cannibal survivors here so capable of anti-reconnaissance? They can even fool us?" Bison couldn't help but say.

"It's really strange. No matter what, they have to have two people working on the perimeter. They might have set traps in hidden places, like placing infrared alarm systems in corners..." Mosin-Nagant's words became more and more serious.

"Is it possible that the sentry is still hiding in the church?" Suomi, who was moving in front, asked.

"Impossible! Even the thug camps in the Yellow Zone wouldn't forget to deploy patrols and sentries." Mosin-Nagant said confidently.

"That's exactly what happened..." Suomi wondered. They were almost through the entire building, but nothing happened. But as they passed a room, her nose, her scent detector, detected a dangerous substance.

[Stop, excessive carbon monoxide detected.] Suomi stopped immediately.

[Is this intended to poison passersby with gas? Coal is used for heating, right?] The Mosin-Nagant couldn't predict the reliability of the trap.

"Captain, you have to think outside the box. For example, the guard has died from gas poisoning, but the people in the church don't know about it yet." Bobosha said from behind.

[...Okay, Suomi, push the door open and go in. Everyone else, stand back.] Mosin-Nagant had Bobosha stand to one side of the door. Suomi stood on the other side and turned the doorknob.

Suomi reached out and slowly turned the key, pushing the door open. There was no resistance, no click of a mechanism. When she pushed the door open and looked inside, she could only see two thickly wrapped humans lying in the small room.

The windows were closed, with newspaper covering the top half and the bottom half, probably for scouting purposes. This was one of the few rooms with windows still intact.

In the corner of the room was a small coal stove. The coal inside had burned to ash, but it still had a hint of warmth. Suomi walked over, picked up the two humans, and shook them. Their hearts and breathing had stopped.

[How can you burn coal indoors without ventilation...] Bison moved the two human corpses and the coal stove out of the room and placed them in the corridor.

[Every year, many people die from carbon monoxide poisoning. Sometimes, in the pursuit of warmth, humans forget to take precautions against dangers. This isn't surprising.] Mosin-Nagant looked out the window. Across from it lay the Rockefeller Center, covered in snow.

I didn't see anyone upstairs in the small building. I don't know if they were hiding away to fish or doing something else.

[The sun is blazing on your butts, why don't you get up? I'll be right here to protect you.] Mosin-Nagant opened the gun window and cocked his rifle.

[Go, go, go.] Bison, Suomi, and Poposha climbed out the window and quickly surrounded the church. The church's windows were all blocked with boards and cloth; it seemed the people inside had gone to great lengths to prevent any air leaks.

[Captain, we are in position.] Bobosha checked his weapons one last time.

[Attack, leave no one alive.] Mosin-Nagant gave the order.

45 Follow-up of Operation

The air was filled with the smell of blood and stench. Seto, the bald man from Rockefeller Church, woke up from his sleep, coughed twice, stood up and looked around.

Over forty people slept in the church, all of them filthy. The winter was too cold and long. The boss, unwilling to waste precious fuel, forced everyone to sleep in the church. He himself took the two women upstairs to sleep.

There was a pain in his tooth socket. Seto smacked his lips, endured the toothache and thirst, got up, walked through the crowd of people who were still sleeping soundly on the floor, and walked to the back of the church.

A portly white man was busy, wielding a kitchen knife as he chopped off a human arm and drained the blood. The back of the church had become a slaughterhouse, with all sorts of human limbs and organs scattered everywhere. If it weren't winter, the place would have been swarming with flies.

"Hey, old Mobo, do you have any water? What are we eating today?" Seto asked while leaning against the wall and rubbing his stomach, which was empty after a night's sleep.

"Wait, the water is still boiling on the stove. You have to boil the water before you can drink it. Two idiots died of diarrhea a few days ago. I cleaned their intestines. Let's eat fresh food today." Old Mo Bo said indifferently.

"Okay, okay. Lately, I've been eating hard, frozen, and stale food. My teeth can't chew it anymore." Seto licked his lips and went back to wait for dinner.

There is nothing more comfortable than staying in a church in the middle of winter. You have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear. There is a library next door. If you want to read some comics or books, you can just take them. There is also a woman who was captured a while ago as a slave here. If you want to relieve your sexual desire, you can just go there.

But this good life couldn't last. A few days ago, the boss sent a small team out to search for survivors. It was obvious they were being sent packing. But who cared? One day at a time, it was one day. After all, it wasn't us who were going to die.

No, I'm stiff just thinking about it. I need to move. Seto staggered to the confessional, where the captured slaves were locked up, one in each room. Seto found a random room and opened the door. The person inside was wearing only thin clothes and lying on the floor, motionless.

"Fuck, get up." Seto grabbed the slave and felt the skin was indeed icy cold. Only then did he remember that the woman had been running a fever for the past few days. The team had given her water and precious pills, but it was obvious that her body was too weak to survive.

"Hmm? It's not too cold yet, let's do it while it's hot..." He didn't complain. But just as he was about to take off his clothes, he heard a loud knock on the church door.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The door, blocked by the church pews, let off a little dust.

Shit, it looks like I'm guarding the gate alone today. What bad luck! He hurriedly gathered his clothes, put on his heavy coat, and made his way through the sleepy crowd, awakened by the loud knocks. Other guards stationed at the gate were already clutching their weapons, shouting to the outside.

"Who is it? Who are you?" the guard asked loudly, but the other party did not answer and only responded with silence.

"Something's wrong, Seto, go wake up the boss." The guard was about to say something when a deafening bang was heard outside the church door.

Bang! The bench used to block the door couldn't withstand the impact and flew away, kicking the tall church door open. Seto hurried back.

The cold wind rushed in from outside, and two women wearing winter clothes and holding weapons appeared outside. Suomi and Bobosha pointed the weapons they had taken from the cannibal survivors at the door.

Bang! Bang! The double-barreled shotguns in their hands opened fire, killing the guard guarding the door on the spot. Seto instinctively rolled and crawled away, avoiding the fatal attack.

"If it's not a branded weapon, I really can't hit it accurately. But this one is of good quality, surprisingly, there are only a few footprints." Suomi complained in the voice channel, and he and Bobosha kicked the bench further away.

Bison rushed in from behind with a shotgun, firing non-stop at the crowd who were still scrambling to get up, knocking down seven or eight people in a few seconds. After running out of bullets, she threw down her weapon and rushed into the crowd with a dagger in hand.

The gunshots finally woke up the survivors, and under the threat of death, they shouted to each other and picked up the weapons at hand to fight back. But the buffalo ran too fast, and the survivors had just picked up their weapons when the buffalo, holding daggers, rushed in front of them.

"Don't go over there!" Seto had just mustered up the courage to get up when he saw the buffalo charging towards him. Before he could even raise his pistol, the buffalo lunged at him and stabbed him in the neck. Seto felt a sharp pain in his throat, and then he lost consciousness.

Bison used the corpse as a human shield and rushed towards the next target. Dozens of bullets hit the still warm corpse, but failed to penetrate it. It was not easy for their worn-out pistols to penetrate a corpse wearing a coat.

"Damn it! Get out of the way!" A survivor holding a rifle rushed over, but just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot, he was hit by a bullet at the gate and rolled to the ground.

At the church door, Bobosha and Suomi, who had already changed their bullets, walked out from behind the wall and poured hunting rifle ammunition into the door.

The survivors in the church had no shelters or anything like that because they wanted to rest, and the benches had long been pushed to the corners and collected dust. This idea also resulted in them being exposed to deadly fire.

After Suomi and Bobosha emptied their double-barreled shotguns again, they pulled out their pistols and fired indiscriminately at the crowd. After this round of shooting, when the crowd retreated to the makeshift kitchen behind the church, only a dozen people were left.

But the offensive wasn't over. Bison remained undeterred, her corpses changing hands several times. Even if the survivors aimed at her feet, it was useless. Finally, after the dozen or so survivors had emptied their ammunition, they were all killed by Bison and the subsequent Somi and Bobosha.

Only then did three quick, dull gunshots rang out from outside, followed by the thud of three heavy objects falling on the snow.

"Three people escaped from the building. They've been dealt with." Mosin-Nagant said as he skillfully reloaded his rifle.

[Wait for us to finish him off. Hmm, there's still one that can move. Looks like he's lucky. What should we do?] Bobosha checked each of the enemies present one by one, and finally found a few who were pretending to be dead. After all, you can hold your breath, but you can't fake a heartbeat or pulse.

These people tried to get up and snatch the knife from Bobosha's hand. Bobosha punched each of these pretending to be dead twice, and then they all became obedient.

[Ask them about the surrounding situation, then kill them the old-fashioned way.] Mosin-Nagant climbed out of the window and went to reunite with his team.

Bobosha gathered those who were still barely alive and placed them in a relatively clean corner. The rest were inside the sacred church, where Bison and Bobosha were decorating the place with their blood.

"Merciful Lord, please forgive my sins. Lord, please extradite my soul..." One of them had begun to recite scriptures incoherently.

He was clearly eating people, yet he was still chanting the name of God. It was really incomprehensible. What was the point of chanting this scripture? Bobosha slapped him in the face, telling him to shut up. He immediately covered his mouth and dared not utter a word.