lost narrative poem

Chapter 88 So Happy Decision

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Hearing what Takashiro Saya said, everyone was silent for a while. This information was hard-won. They didn't observe this in time and calmly before, and they paid a considerable price.

Many people actually shouldn't have died, but they still died... Even the person who provided them with such valuable information and saved them a lot of detours seemed to find out after losing a very important person. Such a thing.

So much so that he was determined to die and became crazy. He was unwilling to leave the fallen school with them, but declared that he still had some things to do.

As for what to do, what to do, they can actually imagine it... But it is precisely because of this, thinking about the things hidden behind that person's calm, laughing and relaxed face, makes them feel sad endlessly.

This damned world was obviously fine in the morning, and nothing happened when I surfed the Internet, and no news came out.

Why has it suddenly become like this now? There was no warning before, but when it erupted, it seemed to erupt all over the world at the same time, making people caught off guard and unprepared.

As if a huge disaster fell from the sky, it took away everything they had in an instant, including all their daily life, good memories, loved ones they cared about, classmates and friends they were familiar with...

"Okay, it's useless to say more, what we have to do now is..." Bushima Yako took a deep breath and said seriously.

However, before she finished speaking, she heard a girl's scream coming from below, followed by another roar: "Back! Girls, get back!"

It seems that on the stairs below, there is another group of people who want to break out of the school just like them.

However, luck is really not that good, it was probably discovered and surrounded by dead zombies, and it is time to desperately... When Bushima Yako's words were interrupted, she immediately frowned, instinctively He clenched the white oak wooden knife in his hand.

"Prepare to save people!"

Bring all the survivors as much as possible, this is the countermeasure they have discussed from the beginning, unless the other party is unwilling to leave, but if possible, they still hope to save as many people as possible.

After all, one more person is one more hope. Everyone knows that the end has broken out, and the social order that used to exist no longer exists. Even if there is hope to restore the former prosperity of human civilization, it is unknown how long it will take.

Decades is really not the most optimistic estimate. It is completely whimsical. Destruction is always easier than construction. Looking at the tragic situation in Bed City, it is completely possible to guess what kind of heavy damage the entire civilized society of mankind has suffered. .

Takashiro Saya didn't say a word. She pessimistically felt that within her lifetime, if the surviving humans could recover a certain amount of vitality, organize a counter-offensive war of sufficient scale, and clean up most of the infected and mutated zombie creatures, it would be very good... …

Anyway, in this situation, the living people really became the most precious resource, every time one more person joins, the hope of other people's survival will also increase.

"Hello? Hello, can you hear me, it's the audition now..."

At this moment, suddenly there is a voice that is not familiar, but it is not completely unfamiliar, and it resounds throughout the campus through the PA system's loudspeaker equipment.

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Everyone was stunned for a moment, and those dead zombies became commotion all of a sudden.

——Even if they already had a target before, they all turned around and changed their travel routes because the direction of the target did not continue to make too much noise at the moment, and there was greater movement from other places.

It is such a mentally handicapped, although it seems that they can continue to move after death, but the mentally handicapped AI determines that they will not do much.

"Very good, it seems that I can hear it, so the next step is the advertising time that everyone is most looking forward to... But because there is no business bidding for the advertising space for the time being, this link can only be skipped unfortunately."

Xia Ran's voice resounded throughout the campus again, she seemed very satisfied, and there was a hint of joy in her tone.

"Let's get straight to the point. The common sense of life that we want to popularize today is "Postpartum Care of Sows"... Oh, wait, no, it's not this. Raising pigs is not a common sense of life. It's a low-level mistake. We want to say The first one is "Zombie Survival Manual"..."

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Could it be that some kind of human delusion behavior award is being held?

"Postpartum Care of Sows" is not a common sense of life, this is indeed the case, but does "Zombie Survival Manual" belong to the knowledge and skills within the scope of this concept?

Even Busujima Yako, who has always been mature and decisive, and acted so neatly that she didn't look like a high school girl at all, seemed a little confused at this moment, as if she was troubled by some problem.

No, no!Now is not the time to think about these inexplicable problems, she must seize this opportunity to save people... Her confusion only lasted for a few seconds, and she immediately came to her senses.

The most important thing I should do now is definitely not to think about the two things of raising pigs and dealing with the zombie apocalypse. Which one is the real common sense of life...

It's just that other than her, everyone else is obviously like this, with a look of bewilderment on their faces, obviously being led in a distorted direction of thinking, and the thinking circuit has become very strange for a while.

Having said that, this painting style is not normal at all, can you respect this doomsday!

Why do I always feel that whenever the group of them has a deep understanding or awareness of reality, makes up their minds, and is immersed in the tense atmosphere of survival in the apocalypse.

That guy will jump out in a very timely manner, and use heartless behavior to slap their faces directly...

In the past, when someone was dying, they just slapped him on the sidelines. Not only did they not bandage and treat the wounded, but they also caused secondary harm to the wounded without morality.But now, they are talking nonsense on the campus radio, preparing to popularize scientific pig raising knowledge...

Ah, that's not right, it's popular science to survive the zombie apocalypse.

"...before discussing any survival techniques, you must first learn what threatens your survival. One thing that is fortunate is that the most dangerous infection is caused by direct contact with bodily fluids. Direct transformation, then the next thing to do is to try to avoid this kind of thing from happening..."

"...But it should be noted that I am not just referring to being directly bitten by a zombie. This is by no means the only way of transmission. For example, if you have a wound on your body and are not well protected, and you are directly splashed by the body fluids of a zombie, There is no way to save it, just wait to die..."

"...They have excellent hearing and can accurately distinguish the direction of the sound source, but the hearing range and frequency are still comparable to humans. Their eyes are no longer useful, but because of the removal of the muscle limiter, the wrist strength is greater than normal. , you don't want to wrestle with them..."

The brisk voice with joy still resounded in every corner of the campus, spreading the whole school with the help of loudspeakers, causing the dead zombies to continuously growl and commotion, and walked in the direction of the nearest loudspeaker equipment nearby.

Sounds are everywhere, all the time, but they are determined by their characteristics. They cannot be consciously distinguished and filtered, and they only know that they instinctively chase the most ear-piercing and most obvious sounds.

"I know what he wants to do..."

Saya Takashiro was not a combat unit, so after Yako Busujima, Rei Miyamoto, and Takashi Komuro set off to rescue the team just now, she stayed where she was, carefully observing the movements of the corpses around her, with a complicated expression on her face.

"I know too...but let him sacrifice like this, is it really okay?" Hirano Toda said with some confusion, he really couldn't bear to watch the peaceful boy come to an end like this.

Listening to the voice on the radio, with a hint of a deliberate smile, he was able to imagine the despair and sadness behind the other party's forced smile, it was almost tear-jerking, okay?

And the boy next to him supported by him has a pale and ugly face. He really wants to say that that guy just has a problem with his brain. You guys are really thinking too much...

"How about... let's go back and save him? We can't let him die here like this, can we?"

Ju Chuan Shizuka reached out and touched her face, with a troubled expression on her face, and carefully made such a suggestion.

"It's useless. He has observed so many things in such a short period of time. He is definitely not a fool. It is definitely not a problem if he wants to leave here. It is easier than us..."

Takashiro Saya said with a gloomy expression.

"But the problem now is that he no longer has the will to survive, and he doesn't want to leave at all. What can we do? And don't think that he has lured the zombies away, so we can relax."

This pink-haired pair of ponytails pointed forward——

"The school building and the parking lot are not easy to pass. Many zombies can't get out and are still trapped inside. We have to face them if we want to go this way, and there are still wounded in our team..."

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"...This science popularization ends here. Also, the current broadcast has attracted a large number of zombies. Those who want to escape from the school should take this opportunity to pass through the roads in the area that were blocked before."

Xia Ran showed the quality of a good announcer, and quickly explained the information and suggestions he had.

"Remember—hesitating will lead to defeat." After saying the last sentence, he moved the microphone away, and then quickly found a song, ready to play it on a loop.

"Where to go next?"

The left hand asked calmly.

"Go to the archery department to get a weapon that suits me first. The sound of the gun is too loud. Even if it is equipped with a muffler, it has great limitations, and the kinetic energy of the bullet is too strong. I use my current mental strength to forcefully correct the trajectory. Let it Tracking the target is a bit too strenuous, let's use a bow and arrow..."

Xia Ran thought for a while, and hammered his palm.

"Then, there seems to be another guy from Mr. Wisteria? Let's kill him! It's such a happy decision!"

(End of this chapter)