Chapter 108 The Mafia and The Child of the Dead Part 4 (1/2)
Day 4: 12:00 A.M
Osaka Streets: Blood Battalion Base
Duration of the Night Rage: 6 hours left
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(Nanami's View)
With the earplugs in our ears, we once again survived the onslaught of the scream. The base was awfully quiet except for the scream that is still ringing. No one of us is currently shooting the undead. I don't know why but there is not a single undead to be found in the vicinity.
”Strange, there is no undead in the neighborhood this time,” Pastor Shin said as he holds his daughter in his lap who is currently sleeping.
”Yeah, there should be a few attacks of the dead but there is no undead attack for some reason. Only that strange monster that leader have called as Stalkers seems to be around. As long as the base is filled with light, those monster won't come near,” I explained to Pastor.
”I see. Well, these creatures started appearing all of a sudden. I hope that this is not a sign of a bigger trouble,” Pastor Shin said.
Trouble huh? Speaking of trouble, we left the school not too long ago and the Behemoth that we left at school should still be wrecking havoc there until now. I have no idea how to kill that monster and neither Kyosei has the way to kill it. He seemed helpless after Teacher Leo died to sacrifice himself. I know that we can't escape that Behemoth and sooner or later, we will be facing that monster.
I looked at the monitor which is showing what Kyosei is seeing right now. I checked his location in the map and he was currently in Osaka- Namba Area. I don't know how he got there but I guess he might drive into that area. I looked at the time, its past 12 midnight. I slowly pull out the earplugs and looks like the scream is over. We arrived to a new day again.
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Day 4: 12:05 A.M
Osaka: Kita- Minami : Osaka-Namba Area
Duration of the Night Rage: 5 hours and 55 minutes left
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(Kyosei's View)
The sudden scream made most of the people in the building to curl in pain, holding their bleeding ears. Looks like nobody knows how to solve the scream thingie at midnight. Even the bald guy and moustached guy were both holding their bleeding ears. For some reason, the girl that I am holding right now is not affected to the scream. She did not even show the slightest discomfort at all.
”F*ck! My ears are ringing!” the moustached guy groaned as he clutches his bleeding ear. Its quite a damage I see.
I look at them without any kind of sympathy. I am not some kind of person who helps anyone readily as long as there is someone needed help. Its just a minor damage and I know that they will immediately recover from that.
It took them 30 minutes to recover from their bleeding ears. They slowly wiped off the blood on their ears, and even though they have recovered, they still can't stand straight and needed to hold the wall or anything to help them stand up.
”Ugh, that was painful...” the moustached guy struggled as he shook his head.
I look around the place and most of them are slowly recovering. They seemed to look pitiful.
Gunshots rang around the place as the undead below keeps on trying to breach the defenses. They became more aggressive after the scream. Their behavior was quite strange indeed.
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As everyone resumes their work, The moustached guy and the bald man led me to the so called ”boss” or whoever it is. I am quite eager who is this person to successfully lead a group of mafia successfully in the outbreak.
As the door opened, I saw a grandiose office with a few luxurious items which clearly belonged to someone rich before the outbreak. The walls have been designed with a few paintings and quite a few artworks from different artists that I don't know if they are famous or not. The table was also designed with a few items, a pendulum, a few figurines of a little baby and a few books. Other than that, there is a .38 Special Pistol in the table that looks menacing. Behind the table is the swivel chair that is facing its back to us. Clearly, the person sitting in the chair is looking in the big glass window on the office, nonchalantly drinking his wine.
He noticed our arrival and he turns around. It reveals a young man around the same age as me, however, it shows how naughty and young masterish behavior he have that he have not experience the real blood on the battlefield.