Chapter 234 - Soon. (1/2)

We swept the whole office for any other things that we might find useful. Even a loose pack of batteries and cigarettes found their way into our bags. We went outside and found that the Komatsu was already loaded onto the truck and now they're currently loading two Bobcat Skid-Steer Loaders not for taking on People's Park but for use at home.

”Boss can that thing even outrun those things we would be facing?” Mark approached me.

”Hmm? What? No, it would be a miracle for that to happen. I doubt it could even run faster than 8 MPH.” I replied.

”Wait, I thought that thing was unstoppable?” he asked.

”Yeah, I didn't say it would be fast now, wouldn't it? There's other vehicles for that. We're just gonna rely on the modifications that would be done on it.” I replied.

”Oh, I see. How long did the Maya-hee guy take to do it?” he asked.

”It's Heemeyer, don't f.u.c.k up his name dude. On the time it took him… If I remember correctly… about a year and a half.” I replied.

They all suddenly looked at me like I said something stupid.

”What? We have more people. I'd help with building it as well. It's gonna take us a while but we would definitely be faster than the man himself. Oh! Take those things as well.” I said as I pointed to the crates that contained different attachments for the Bobcat for different jobs. There's a few more crates among them which are aftermarket parts that could replace the existing parts of our vehicles in case they malfunction and it needs replacement.

”These two could get to places where our other construction vehicles can't due to their size.” I thought to myself.

The guys were still fastening the vehicles, crates, and the rest of the supplies we took so I went outside to attract a few that are roaming around.

My purpose now is for clearing them to thin their numbers albeit small. It goes much easier than expected since the special ones rarely appear at all. The moment one sprinter appears, it would get immediately gunned down since you'd quickly notice it approaching.

I'm making quick work of each and looking at their bloody figures each time I cut one down, it confirmed another assumption.

”Since they die if their brain gets destroyed or even nicked in some way, they never eat them. A few movies back then even a game with plants had their zombies eat brains too. In our case here, they don't since that is their lifeline. Even the ones from the Public Market leaves it, they only gorged on everything else besides that. In Tim's case, he ate his mom's brain because I think that it's because of something wrong with him mentally and not the virus itself. Not entirely sure since I don't have definite proof. I'll just take what I know now as a guideline and not a definite rule to follow in how they operate. Things always change and it's the only thing that never changes.” I had a deep thought.

My head is thinking of different things but my hands are still mechanically cutting them down. I was holding my katana with both hands and I'm making pieces of scalp and bone remove themselves from where they are attached to. Sometimes, I would cut them just enough to remove a small piece of their heads where a little piece of brain matter is attached to end their life.

Kaley is still much used to using her gun instead of the wakizashi. She uses it in times there is a single one in front of her but most of her attacks with it are thrusts and less on cuts. She's having slight trouble on edge alignment but nothing that experience, training, and time wouldn't solve. She would also try to practice using her non-dominant hand in a few cases. She's making quick progress as always but learning new things always takes time even if she absorbs things more quickly than others.

Tatiana on the other hand is still the best person above everyone else when comparing combat power. The Cold Steel hand and a half sword she's using cuts to the bodies of the dead as if it's an Albion sword like the Principe. I noticed that she has sharpened it and that's not the only reason she could cut them down like butter but also the technique she's using. It's nothing flashy or showy like you'd see in plays and it gets the job done much quicker. There's no extra brandishing or flourishing of the sword she's using since each attack goes straight for the kill.

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Three bodies heading our way quickly got sniped from where our truck is located.

Jared is having a lot of fun with his AR-10 since he could shoot faster now and he's getting more familiar with it by the day. His proficiency in guns is undeniable but he could honestly need more work on other things. Mark, Dong, and my uncle Zardon are so-so but they're a great help and they follow orders to the dot. There's a few notable ones back home and I'm grateful that they're on my compound.

We've gathered the bodies in a corner after I checked anything that might be on their person that I could use. I'd occasionally find wallets, rings, bracelets, earrings, watches, phones, and much more if they're carrying a bag or a purse. It would be pure luck to find guns or any other weapon on their person since we'd usually get those from fallen soldiers. Luck is not on our side this time since I only found a couple of rings, seven wallets, and three mobile phones.

Despite that, I'm more pleased to get their wallets when I kill one. Not only could I lessen their numbers to reduce the threat that they bring to us and other people, I could also update a few things in my head. If they have some sort of identification on them, I could sift them through the list of people that we have that came from Ana and the files we already have on hand. I know that I wouldn't be able to keep a record of everyone but in the case that I came across someone looking for them, I could at least provide closure.

”You're really checking each person's belongings when you kill them. Are you looking for someone perhaps?” Kaley asked me.

”Not really. It's soul crushing to know that some people might be looking for someone as long as it takes, giving it their all and risking their lives not knowing that they've already died. I could at least tell them what I know.” I replied then she gave me a solemn expression.

”But what if the hope of finding the person they're looking for is the only thing keeping them alive? Wouldn't that be a bad case then?” she asked.

”So, you'd rather not tell them?” I replied.