How To Be Misunderstood as a Villain in a Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 195



Chapter 21. The Art of Deceiving One Another (7)

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– 3 o’clock.

Leticia’s short radio message. As soon as she heard the sound, she honked the police car siren. Beep, beep, beep! Soon, sirens blared throughout the city. Beep, beep, beep!

Zombies are walking around, writhing, in the places where people are hiding in buildings. If the siren had sounded in only one place, they would have concentrated on that place, but since it sounded evenly throughout the city, they spread out in all directions.

That means that the silver plane flying in the eastern sky with its contrails won’t be able to see anything worth noting.

“You seem to come here often these days.”

I relaxed while lying on the hotel bed. As expected from a five-star hotel, the bed was comfortable and the blanket was so soft that I fell asleep as soon as I covered myself with it.

Infecting zombies and accepting cultists has changed a lot. First of all, the quality of life has changed. You still have to be careful of zombies that can attack you at any time and from any place, but getting shot by people is rare now.

That’s not all.

Wherever I go, the fanatics flock to the central area, so the security has become relatively safe. “John, avoid!” Instead, my chastity has been put at risk in many ways, but after realizing that s*x-starved humans are easier to shake off than zombies, it hasn’t been that hard.

“Mhhh, socks filled with the scent of Yohan!”

It had been a while since the planes had started flying in. Leticia and Camilla declared that they were military reconnaissance planes.

“At the beginning of the zombie outbreak, we frequently flew reconnaissance planes. There were many places where the information network was down. We originally used helicopters, but we stopped because bird strikes happened too often. Low-altitude reconnaissance was the same.”

According to Leticia, a flock of ‘zombie birds’ were flying in to ‘eat’ the reconnaissance aircraft and helicopters. After losing many aircraft, they were able to reach altitudes where the birds had difficulty flying. Then, they ran out of fuel and stopped flying.

However, the reason for taking off at this point is simple. The primary goal is to observe the movements of Minsk in the western country. The Elza border guards withdrew long ago, so even if the Minsk armored units invade, there is no one to tell.

The secondary target was probably to keep an eye on us. Among the cultists, there were many who had military backgrounds. Many of them were still in contact with other cultist cells that were hiding in the military, so they told us a lot of stories from inside the military.

Of course, many of them were just rumors and groundless rumors, but just being able to ‘read the military atmosphere and know what was being said’ was a huge help.

– A zombie herder has appeared in the Midwest, and he is said to possess a miracle that allows him to avoid being bitten even when he is in the middle of zombies.

The same rumor was typical.

“So, when are you leaving?”

In the bed next to the suite, there is Camilla lying askew, and Cassandra squatting on the bed.

When I announced that I was leaving the city, and when I was told what I was going to do after that, Cassandra looked at me like I was a monster, Camilla shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well, if you want to go,” and Leticia jumped like a little kid who got a gift box.

“Those people also need to be ready, maybe later this week.”

Virginia gave Minsk, the Western Power, a month to act, but judging from the internal military news, it seemed difficult for even the most omnipotent of her men to declare war on their own. The president himself was upset, and Roemer’s opinion was also negative.

But in the end, she’ll do whatever she wants. She’s crazy. So, to make that crazy woman go crazy even more, I have to make her a little mad.

“John. Do you think it’ll work?”

“I think so. But we also have a lot to prepare, Cassandra. I think it would be best to use my body as much as possible while I can. Of course, I plan to set up a small laboratory in the trailer, but the environment here won’t be as good as this.”

“… .”

Cassandra was still silent. Even Camilla, who didn’t seem to care much, seemed a little uncomfortable.

“Cassandra. There’s no way around it. Virginia will definitely declare war. This place could fall into Minsk’s hands or be caught in the Elsa Gendarmerie’s artillery fire. Rather than that… .”

“Rather than that, would you rather take over and infect the entire West?”

Cassandra tilted her head sadly. I agreed.

“huh.”

What I can do is spread the infection. I will spread ‘my’ Cro Virus to more humans and zombies.

“Cassandra still isn’t sure if this is right.”

Cassandra was very confused after hearing my declaration. Everything she had done for us up until now was for our safety. Now, it was natural for her to feel confused when she was using it as some kind of offensive weapon.

“The reason Cassandra came to this city, and the reason she is with you, Johann, is to develop a vaccine or cure. I thought that if we could unify all the viruses, then a single vaccine would be effective. But now that I think I know the infection mechanism, why are you going on an indefinite wandering life…?”

“Cassandra. You wouldn’t think that way, would you? You’re not going to be wandering around your whole life.”

Camilla, who couldn’t stand to watch, intervened, but I could guess Cassandra’s feelings to some extent.

Cassandra may have done this as a child, not knowing exactly what she was doing, but she helped start the current zombie outbreak. She may not have knocked over the dominoes, but at least she set the chips in place.

But now she is in a position where she has to repeat the same thing again, and that too by someone of her own choosing.

To conquer the virus, to help it spread. I got out of bed and approached Cassandra. But she threw the covers over her.

“… Could you please not come any closer?”

I must have been quite hurt. I stepped back. Camilla frowned, but did nothing more than that.

“Cassandra. Just wait a little longer. Wouldn’t it be better to wait until everyone in the world is infected with ‘our’ Cro Virus and then treat them all at once?”

“… There is no guarantee. Mutations happen every time. Maybe now is the chance to save at least a few people. Above all, Cassandra…”

“huh.”

“I want to start by treating you. No matter how stable the virus is, no one knows when or how something will happen. It wouldn’t be strange if you all turned into zombies overnight. Cassandra has bad dreams every day. Dreams where she executes you, who have turned into zombies, with a pistol.”

Camilla hugged Cassandra, who was covered with a blanket, as if she was about to cry. I, too, was a little shaken and walked toward her. The blanket squirmed, but Camilla held her tightly so she wouldn’t run away.

“Got it.”

“Eek!”

There was a strange sound coming from inside the blanket. After a while, the blanket started to move violently. Cassandra, who had used her strength properly, suddenly slipped out and ran away.

“Whoa. The inside of the blanket is soaking wet. Look at this heat. Was his body temperature always this hot?”

Camilla, who had been feeling under the blanket where Cassandra had been hiding until just now, stuck out her tongue. I saw it too. Cassandra was sweating profusely, her clothes were soaking wet, and her face was bright red.

“Still, it’s kind of touching that Cassandra is thinking of us like this.”

Camilla sniffled.

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I set the fire.

The wildfire spread faster than I expected.

The fanatics responded to my call. No, they had been waiting for a very long time for the one they were supposed to follow. I just happened to fit in there.

I didn’t drag them in. They dragged themselves in.

The fanatics loved each other and spread the Cro Virus.

Although it is a bit ambiguous to say that they became one, the zombies that changed from ‘mutually hostile’ to ‘neutral’ began to eat and infect other zombie groups that they viewed as eating everything else but themselves.

In a few days, we had taken over the entire city, and after a week of preparation, we set out on our journey. We took what we could, and convinced ourselves that we could ‘bring back the rest later.’ In fact, we had no intention of leaving the city at all.

For now, you just need to act enough to be visible to the reconnaissance plane.

“John, where are you going?”

Countless people gathered around asked me.

With this much manpower. This much resource. With these people, it seems like it would be enough.

What I have been searching for, but which has not yet been created. However, even if the world is truly on the path to destruction, it is still a place that exists for those who will fall into this world.

Each map in the Ericchton Protocol has a starting point. The starting point is a safe zone, where users cannot attack each other and even zombies cannot enter. And all starting points are called ‘shelters’.

I know the location and layout of all those shelters.

“There should be an abandoned military base about 40km from here. Let’s go there.”

There probably won’t be a shelter there. It hasn’t been built yet. The National Military Police hasn’t built one either. So, I’ll build one.

A safe space, even at the end of the world.