Volume 2 Chapter 16 (1/2)

“Oh…..”

There were about 10 zombies crowding around the entrance to the third floor. All of them were covered in blood and lacerations. Among them, were those who had bullet holes. Some of them had their chins blown off, exposing only their upper jaw. The crowd mostly consisted citizens, but there was some police officers mixed in too. The zombies were crowding around the door which displayed “main conference room”. They were somehow attracted to that area. There was also a foul stench drifting around the air.

“I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen…”

The zombies were quiet. If there was a survivor inside, they might be the reason why they’re sticking to the door.

From the waist of one of the nearby zombie police officers, something was seen hanging. It was a pouch with a black wire connecting to a revolver. Shaking on the ground as the officer moved.Having trouble due to the moving zombie, I carefully removed the cord that was attached to the belt and tried to pick it up.

The revolver had a rotary, and was light like a toy gun. It was easy to hold the black grip, and maintaining it seemed to be easy. As for ammunition, inside of the cylinder contained two bullets remaining. The police officer seemed to be new from the Southern area, but Yusuke didn’t know whether the gun was too. For the time being, it was likely that this handgun was a restraint to the current officer, so for the meantime, I’ll look after it.

(TL: Original line said something else, but I expanded it and improvised it)

(ED: Once again the Machine goes from 3rd person to 1st person…)

I clutched the grip, not putting my finger onto the trigger, but having my index finger extended and ready to pull the trigger while approaching the room.

There was some uncertainties in front of me, and I wanted to crush what was in there.

I lean on the side of the wall, not standing in front of the door.

Yusuke made up his mind, and called out to ‘it’.

“Is someone there–?”

There was no response.

“He–llo?”

I didn’t hear any sounds at all.

The doork.n.o.b turned with no resistance. It probably wasn’t locked at all.

When I pushed it open, the door hit the table and the barricade, immediately falling over. With some force, I pushed the door even more, expanding the opening.

Barely opening the door, a strong putrid smell leaks out. I look inside, enduring the nausea that is slowly building up inside me.

A pool of blood was seen on the floor within the room, with a policeman lying down as if he shot himself to the head. His pupils, white, staring in the air.

In addition, his body was loosely extended. There seems to be no one alive in the room.

“Woah….”

His feelings were mixed, half of which was feeling relieved, and the other was feeling depressed. When he was about to close the door, the surrounding zombies used this chance to rush themselves into the room. In panic, Yusuke runs away from the door.

Zombies were throwing themselves onto the door, pus.h.i.+ng and expanding the opening to the room. The humid smell seems to attract the zombies like a trap.

The weight of the zombies finally succeeded, and the sounds of the barricade collapsing could be heard.

The smell became unbearable, and at the same time, Yusuke left the scene. It was regrettable the he couldn’t retrieve the officers handcuffs and clubs, but he couldn’t stand the smell and it wasn’t his hobby to watch zombies eating their meal.

“If I were to shut myself in… food will gradually disappear; eventually I’ll rot and smell like that. ”

(TL: This was a little weird for us.. we kind of.. improvised it.)

In the town, the man was besieged in that room. He slowly ran out of food, and had no way to access any, leading to his death.

Yusuke with mixed feelings, started to search around the third floor.

After awhile, his goals were set.

There was an open door with an electronic lock. Peering inside, it had a stopper, and what looked like to be a storage. Lockers were lined up, side by side, on both sides, and in the middle there was a shelf. Some lockers were opened, and others looked like they were damaged.

“Was the person in a hurry while taking stuff out?”

After a thorough inspection, there was a bunch of clothing, and handcuffs that were inside of a case.

“Oh, how lucky-”

Inside of the package, there were keys too. Because there were just six of them, I put them in my bag. In addition, a helmet, spare uniform, bullet proof vest, holster, a whistle, and various items were taken too. Anything useful was added into my bag. I put the holster on my belt, and put the handgun which I was holding, inside of it. It gave off a pleasant feeling.

“Well then……. Huh, I look kind of cool. Sort of like a military soldier.”