Chapter 200 - To Fort Yano (10)

<Author's note: The things (racism, s.e.xism, political views, etc.) depicted or mentioned in this story do not reflect the real world and are purely coincidences. If they do, please keep in mind that they are simply for world-building and are only work of fiction. Thank you for your understanding.>

Smith and Torres were leading the volunteers and climbing the stairs to the second floor.

When they got to the second floor and passed by the windows…

Pscht!

Pscht!

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Three zombies, an N1, S1 and M2, came breaking and entering through the windows.

The N1 and S1 charged immediately, while the M2 began casting a spell.

Given the situation right now, Smith and Torres didn't really care about the EXP and just fired.

Tata!

Tata!

Tata!

Tata!

The S1 and M2 who had less than 30 points in VIT immediately died when they were shot in the head.

As for the N1, they tried to slow it down by shooting its face and knee but it continued charging.

"LET ME HANDLE IT!" one of the volunteers said and charged.

When he got near the N1, he cast a spell.

[Double Slash].

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Given that the Rank 1 and Rank 2 zombies were 3 meters (or around 9'8") tall and the average height of the people here in Muwin was only 5'7" for the men and 5'5" for the women, when it came to the D-types and N-types as well as the Rank 2 zombies who have more than 30 points in VIT, the non-Chosen Ones would usually cut it down or severely injure them first before delivering the final blow.

The volunteer severely damaged the N1's leg, causing it to lose its balance and tumble down to the floor.

And just when the volunteer was about to deliver the final blow…

Roar!

Roar!

Pscht!

Pscht!

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Another set of zombies came breaking in.

Caught in distraction by the arrival of the new group of zombies, the N1 grabbed the volunteer's left ankle and bit down with full force.

Crack!

Thud!

"ARGH!!!" the volunteer screamed in agony as he fell to the floor.

The N1 was griping and biting so hard that its teeth caused the bones of his ankle to crack.

Chack!

Chack!

Suuup!

Chack!

"GET THE F.U.C.K OFF ME!!!" the volunteer said as he hacked and stabbed the N1's head.

Chack!

Chack!

Torres pulled out his [Grade D] Kris Dagger and began hacking the N1's neck.

"Stun grenade! Look away!" he said before throwing it.

All of the survivors looked away.

Bang!

Roar!

Roar!

The zombies roared in annoyance from getting momentarily blinded by the stun grenade.

"HELP ME CARRY HIM!" Torres tried to grab the injured volunteer up.

"No, just leave me alone! I'm already infected! Just go!" said the volunteer.

Aside from the huge chunk of flesh of the volunteer's left ankle that was bitten off, leaving the bone completely exposed, it also had a crack so he was unable to get up.

"No, it's not over yet!" Torres said and then chopped off the left leg of the volunteer, right above the ankle.

Whoosh!

"MOTHERF.U.C.KER!" the volunteer said and bit down his lip.

"SOMEONE HELP ME CARRY HIM!" Torres said as grabbed the volunteer and pulled him up.

Another volunteer immediately came forward and went to the other side.

The zombies were now almost recovering from the effects of the stun grenade.

"JUST KEEP PUSHING UNTIL WE REACH THE MAIN OFFICE!"

They resumed heading to the Second Main Office.

Pscht!

Pscht!

Roar!

Roar!

Another set of zombies came breaking in.

"F.U.C.K! HOW MANY ARE THERE?!" said one of the volunteers.

"JUST KEEP PUSHING!" said Torres.

Tata!

Tata!

Tata!

Woooh!

A volunteer threw an [Ice Spear].

Whoosh!

Another volunteer cast [Sword Stab].

Finally, they got to the door of the Second Main Office which was a double-door.

Some of the volunteers immediately went to the door and found it locked and felt like something heavy was blocking it from the other side that they couldn't even push it.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

They began slamming their fists against the door.

"OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S US!!!"

Roar!

Tata!

Roar!

Tata!

Whoosh!

Suuup!

Roar!

Tata!

Smith and Torres along with the other volunteers, on the other hand, stood behind to kill the incoming zombies.

Tata!

Roar!

Click!

Whoosh!

Smith ran out of rifle bullets so he threw his rifle away and pulled out his handgun.

Thud!

Roar!

Bang!

Bang!

Roar!

Tata!

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

"OPEN THE DOOR!!!"

"PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!!!"

Roar!

Tata!

Roar!

Bang!

Roar!

Whoosh!

Tata!

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

"OPEN THE GODDAMN F.U.C.K.I.N.G DOOR!!!"

Ka-cha!

The double door was finally opened by two women.

"HURRY UP!" one of the women said.

One was dressed in a medical uniform, while the other was dressed in civilian clothing.

Both of them were wearing System items.

The volunteers along with Smith and Torres immediately went inside before closing the door and barring it with furniture and whatever they could find to block it.

As for the injured volunteer, he was immediately put to the side to be treated by one of the women who opened the door.

Bam!

Bam!

The door shook and made loud sounds.

"PUSH IT!" one of the volunteers said and pushed the door.

The rest of the volunteers along with Smith followed suit.

Inside the room, all the windows were barred with wooded planks and covered with cloth.

There were old people, women and children on a corner, hugging each other and sobbing.

There was a woman dressed in a soldier uniform sitting behind a table and talking to a radio.

"Base 3-C to HQ. Do you copy? Come in. Over."

The radio only made static sounds.

"Base 3-C to HQ. Do you copy? Come in. Over."

Still nothing but static sounds.

"Base 3-C to HQ. Do you copy? Come in. Over."

The radio made some cracking sounds before a reply came through.

"This is HQ. Over."

"This is Second Lieutenant Nerih Nihma of the Armed Forces of Muwin, Platoon Squad 11 stationed at Base 3-C. We've sent a message 5 minutes ago that a horde of zombies was coming our way and requested for support. Requesting to change that request to an immediate extraction mission. Over."

"Negative, lieutenant. Support is coming and will arrive in T-minus 5 minutes. Over."

"Negative, HQ. The zombies are already right at our doorsteps. We need immediate extraction. Over."

"Continue to defend, lieutenant. Support will arrive in T-minus 5 minutes. Over."

"You don't understand! The zombies are literally next to us already! We won't last that long! Please, we have children here with us! Please send us a helicopter for immediately extraction!"

"Lieutenant, your orders are to continue to defend until support arrives. It will arrive in T-minus 5 minutes. Godspeed. Over and out."

"NO, WAIT! HQ, WE NEED IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION!"

There was nothing but static sounds.

"HQ, DO YOU COPY?!"

Still static sounds.

"HQ, DO YOU COPY?!"

Still the same.

"HQ!"

Bam!

"DAMMIT!!!" Nerih said as she slammed her fist against the table.

Everyone looked at her.

"Why can't they understand?! Why?! They --!"

"Grandmother, are we going to die?" a child asked.

The old woman forced a smile and c.a.r.e.s.sed the child's head softly as she said, "Don't worry, my grandson. Help will come soon."

Hearing the grandmother and grandson's conversation, Nerih decided to stop talking any further.

Meanwhile, the rest of the civilians just stared at the duo in silence knowing what was to come.

Torres stepped forward and to clear the depressing tension in the room.

"Everyone, there's nothing to worry about. Captain Paro, Abu and Love are on the first floor holding down the zombies. Just with Captain and Abu alone, those two are unkillable. They're veterans. They've survived far more dangerous situations compared to this a number of times. They'll surely hold the zombies out until backup arrives. And plus, we're also here to protect you guys. There's really nothing to worry about. We're all going to survive this."

Bam!

Roar!

Right after he said that, one of the windows inside the office was forcefully opened by an M2.

"KYAAAAHHH!!!" the civilians screamed.

Torres was about to deal with the M2 when…

Bam!

"AHHH!!!"

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

This time, the door of the Second Main Office was forcefully swung open by a group of zombies led by two D2s, causing the furniture and the volunteers blocking the door to be blown away.

"KYAAAHHH!!!" the civilians continued screaming in horror as the zombies began rushing towards all of the people inside the room.

***

Several buildings down the road, Nathan and Zita were hiding inside a building and watching looking through their binoculars.

In Zita's case, she was using her thermal goggles.

Nathan, on the other hand, was using a normal pair of binoculars.

Roar!

Boom!

Roar!

Tata!

Roar!

Tatata!

Bang!

Roar!

Boom!

Roar!

They were observing a three-story building that's currently being swarmed by a horde of zombies of no less than 150.

Some zombies pushing and shoving each other away to get into the building, while others decided to climb over the walls in order to get inside through the windows.

There were also six at least M2 zombies flying above and circling the around building, trying to see if they can catch their prey from the windows.

Nathan and Zita both tried to see who were the poor souls inside the building trying to fight off the hoard. Unfortunately, there were just too many zombies blocking the windows.

Nathan moved his binoculars to checked out the rest of the area.

'Military tanks and trucks…'

'There's also some rifles, medical equipment and sandbag walls on the ground…'

'So this was some sort of a military post?'

He put down his binoculars.

"Haha~ What a bunch of weaklings. Can't even kill a horde of zombies. Pathetic."

In Nathan's mind, although a group of at least 150 zombies would be a bit dangerous even for him, it was more about being too much of a hassle.

He was confident that he could kill them one at a time with his hit and run tactics, just like what he did back at the beach when they first arrived here in Muwin.

Zita put down her thermal goggles and looked at him.

He let out a sigh and then said, "Looks like our trip to Fort Yano is going to be delayed by a little bit."

"Mister, we're going to help them?"

She recalled Nathan telling her back at lunch that he has no intention of playing hero whatsoever so she was confused.

Nathan looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Help? Zita, do I look that bored with life? Don't be stupid. We're taking a detour to avoid that horde of zombies. That's all."

The building that's currently being swarmed by the zombies was right beside the main road and the shortest route to Fort Yano.

"Oh, okay…"

"And plus, use your brain. Even if we decide to help, before we could even finally kill all of the zombies, those weaklings inside the building would've already been long dead. It's not like we could lure all of the zombies towards us now, do we?"

"I'm sorry…"

"It's okay. As long as you learn something. Anyhow, it's a pointless effort. Just let nature take its course. The strong will survive and the weak will die. It's as simple as that."

"..."

"Sigh… Too bad we couldn't have you practice killing more lowlife humans. Oh well, maybe we'll find some on our way to Fort Yano. The fact that such a thing like this happened means there's bound to be some survivors we're going to meet along the way."

"..."

He sneered and then said, "Pray that they're lowlifes who will attack us immediately."

Zita shuddered as she saw Nathan's face.

"Come, let's go," he said and then left.

As for the possibility that his family could be among the survivors in that building fighting for their life, that thought never crossed his mind.

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