At Highschool of the dead in the apocalypse

"Hey, Die Fat House, Ihao has drunk it, you won't stop drinking, right?"

Putting aside the empty beer bottle and picking up another bottle again, Saya Takashiro looked at Hirano Toda, who was sitting beside him.

"I can't drink it, I'll have to go out in a while. "

Hirano Toda, who is only interested in weapons and firearms, is not greedy for what is in the cup.

He felt that these things would affect his gun, so it was better to touch them as little as possible, and Jing Hao told him that he hadn't seen the storage room yet, so he couldn't drink now.

But...... This is Gao Cheng's request, ah......

Hirano, who was a little hesitant, shook his head back and forth between the wine glass and Takashiro.

"You!"

But Saya Takashiro didn't care, she just knew that her request had been denied.

Suddenly, the eldest lady had a temper attack, her slender brows were furrowed together, she stared at Hirano with annoyance in her eyes, and the dissatisfied words in her mouth were interrupted by Jing Haoyong laughing before she could say anything.

"Don't force him, snipers do have to keep a cool head. "

Hmph~"

At present, he only snorted lightly at Saya Takajo, who was soft in Jing Haoyong.

I reflected a little in my heart, and I also felt that my request was a bit difficult, but it was impossible to make the arrogant lady apologize.

"Hey, hey.

Hirano, who didn't feel any dissatisfaction because of Takashiro's tough tone, sat down in his seat and smirked.

And Jing Haoyong, who saw that Ping's ambition belonged to Gaocheng, took a sip of the somewhat cold, but refreshing wine, and shook his head helplessly.

Apparently he wasn't optimistic about Hirano's 'crush?' Takashiro obviously didn't mean much to Hirano right now, as if he was just treating him as a follower.

The reason why Hiroshi is not optimistic about Hirano, and it is not Hirano's appearance.

These things can be changed by nurture.

Not to mention the apocalypse that is changing now, zombie humans are all evolving, who knows if Hirano will become like Tsuko when he advances in the future...... Well, the

main reason why Jing Hao never looks favorably on him is the character of both sides.

After he didn't get along with Hirano for too long, Jing Haoyong also roughly knew his character, usually a little cowardly and bullied, looking like a good old man, only when he held a firearm, he was extremely aggressive.

And he cares about Saya Takashiro very much.,I've never been angry with Saya Takashiro.,Quite a bit of a saddle before and after the horse.。

But this alone will not win the love of Gao Cheng at all.

In Jing Haoyong's view, it is simply good for Saya Takashiro, and it is basically no fun.

From childhood to adulthood, the eldest lady in a wealthy family doesn't know how many people have made overtures, maybe in Takashiro's opinion, Hirano is just one of them.

And the best way to pursue the high city is to ......

After thinking for a while, Jing Haoyong scratched his head, and suddenly found that this didn't seem to have anything to do with him, and he didn't usually pay much attention to Gao Cheng, how could he think of ...... here

After eating the dishes that Yanzi and Li kept clipping for themselves, Jing Haoyong turned his head and no longer paid attention to the feelings of others, his own affairs had not been resolved, how could he be in the mood to meddle with other people's affairs.

......

It was night, starless and moonless, and thick black.

On the path to the main bridge of the bed.

Huang Mao, who was in the carriage, couldn't bear to look at the classmates who were thrown out of the carriage for refuting Komuro Takashi.

The horror of snot and tears streaming down his pale face, and the muffled wails and the sound of slapping the carriage and begging for mercy were heard in the carriage.

Huang Mao watched in horror as the zombies around him gradually surrounded his classmates and gradually shared the food, listening to the sound of the fine bones chewing, and the sound of blood rushing to the car window, he involuntarily trembled his body, and slowly looked up at Xiao Muro, who was expressionless.

"Komuro Takashi, is this really good?"

"Do you have any questions about my approach?" Although deep down, he also felt that this kind of punishment for disobeying his classmates and attracting zombies was inappropriate.

But there was always a voice in his head that seemed to be whispering in his ear.

"Kill zombies to become stronger, unscrupulous means, Jing Haoyong, wisteria family, die!"

Komuro Takashi, who had been arguing with this voice for a long time, unexpectedly did not feel irritated, but more and more agreed with what this voice said.

Although he still has a trace of kindness in his heart, he is still a little hesitant to do something that has no moral bottom line.

But feeling his growing power all the time, and the ability to deceive people suddenly obtained, the only remaining trace of kindness in Komuro Takashi's heart is about to disappear.

"No...... There is no ......"

was originally a little afraid and gradually became cruel and unscrupulous.

Now facing those strange bright purple eyes, the worry and horror on the pale face gradually became calm and sluggish.

didn't care about the students who also lost their highlights in the back carriage, and Komuro Takashi didn't intend to rely on these guys who would only lag behind.

Rather than keeping it as a burden, it is better to use it as a tool to attract zombies and contribute to your own strength.

The demonic eyes calmly looked at the zombies eating outside.

Takashi Komuro, who didn't frown at the horrific scene in front of him, picked up the baseball bat he brought out of the school and walked down the back door with a calm step.

That indifferent and domineering, looking at the people and things around him, looks like what Jing Haoyong looked like when he faced wisteria.

Takashi Komuro, who had already quietly gotten out of the car, was carrying a baseball bat stained with jet-black blood in one hand, and the body of the stick was so red that it was blackened, and it was impossible to tell what kind of creature's blood was on it.

The strong hatred in his heart overpowered the fear of everything, and Takashi Komuro, who would have avoided fighting with the zombies as much as possible, stood calmly behind the corpses at this time, ignoring the hoarse roar like a demon in his ears, as well as the blood and minced flesh that splashed on his body.

Feeling the power in his body at this time, Komuro Takashi showed a slightly hideous smile on his calm face.

"Is that why you're so powerful? Fortunately, I didn't find out too late!" Komuro's

whispered voice was a little out of place in the slightly noisy roar of the demons.

Therefore, some of the zombies who were trying to squeeze forward in the outermost part but did not get a single piece of flesh foam noticed the sound behind them.

Roar~

Out of the desire for flesh and blood energy, the zombies who squeezed forward like a lifeless person, turned the broken bodies that were crushed and trampled on each other.

The swaying look that will fall down at any time seems to be inferior to even the old man in his last years.

But the sharp nails dripping with dark red blood, and the white eyes that have no emotion at all, are always warning people not to underestimate it.

Looking at the zombies that were walking or crawling towards him, roaring, Komuro's body hidden in the darkness was motionless like a statue.

Facing the claws that were about to touch his body, and the foul smell like swill, Komuro Takashi bowed his head slightly and met the pair of white seeping eyes.