Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 560 Desire for Survival

A similar leg-lifting motion.

It has appeared in different times and different worlds.

However, compared to Rebecca's cool and stylish pose, the situation here looks much worse.

This is Emma, ​​who broke into a clinic in the city, wrapping bandages around her calf.

...

The message that Noschia had recently transmitted was like a shot of adrenaline for Emma.

The message didn't specify its origin, but Emma could tell who was sending it just by the tone of the voice.

And with just this message, the rekindled hope suppressed all feelings of helplessness and pain.

She forced herself to brave the rainy night, her body weak, and traversed a vast area of ​​deep alleys, finally arriving at the clinic, the place she knew best in Nanwei City besides the academy.

After treating the wound as quickly as possible.

Emma then used scissors to tear open the bottom half of the long skirt that was in the way, then found a thicker coat in the dressing room and put it on, and tied up her messy, long hair.

Then he immediately plunged into the dispensing room and got to work.

After finding the right medication, he swallowed it dry, and then injected himself with what Yan called a "miracle drug"...

Emma waited for a few minutes, leaning against the table, until the terrible pain in her body subsided slightly before she took some of the medication and left the dispensing room.

On the second floor of the clinic, she pushed open the door to the doctor's office.

They found a revolver in the hands of the decaying corpse of the chief physician.

The doctor's body lay face down on his desk, already decomposed and dried up, with a hole in his temple, clearly indicating that he had committed suicide.

Emma turned the pistol cylinder.

Sure enough, the medic had only loaded the bullet he used to kill himself into the magazine; the other five slots were empty.

After some effort, Emma moved the doctor's body and chair aside, and found lead bullets, gaskets, and gunpowder canisters in a drawer on the table.

For someone who can even develop explosives, simple tasks like loading ammunition are naturally a piece of cake.

As for whether the gunpowder would get damp or be able to ignite, that was up to fate.

...

Half an hour earlier, Emma might have done the same as this desperate doctor, needing only one bullet to end the terrible world before her.

But now, she patiently loaded six rounds and carried the remaining ammunition with her.

Emma then found a yellowed letter on the doctor's desk.

The blood and brain matter spurted out when the doctor committed suicide did not taint the contents of the letter.

A quick glance at the few words in the letter reveals that what led the doctor to commit suicide was perhaps not this mutated world, but his wife and children who died suddenly overseas.

...

Emma turned to look at the doctor's license hanging on the wall—Fodorico Gale.

Judging from the contents of the letter, Gale originally agreed with her family to meet at the dock and move into the shelter before the so-called "plague" broke out and spread completely.

Under Gale's desk sat a heavy briefcase containing her valuable jewelry and a thick stack of capital certificates, which were used to exchange for vault spots.

However, after this flimsy letter brought the bad news, everything in the box became meaningless.

……

"plague……"

Emma stared at the abrupt word on the letter.

She had experienced the plague, and she and her family had almost not survived the disaster. However, the plague she remembered was nothing like the one she was experiencing now.

Emma peered through the gap in the curtains at the street below...

Is this situation really caused by the so-called plague?

She wasn't entirely convinced.

...

Emma then found another set of drawings in Dr. Gail's desk drawer.

That was a map of Nanwei City, and the location of a valley in a depression off the city was repeatedly marked in red – “Refuge”.

……

Perhaps we should take a look?
Emma was undecided for a moment, but she knew that if she wanted to survive, she couldn't stay in one place for too long, because the zombies who roamed the streets with lanterns would often break down doors and windows and break into nearby houses to search.

Even though they were already corpses, they seemed to retain some kind of instinct to track down "outsiders".

Travel light.

Emma also took Dr. Gail's boots.

...

She did not leave the city immediately.

Instead, they returned to the intricate alleyway area, using the complex terrain to avoid the zombies' sight, and with great difficulty climbed over the wall, returning to the familiar yet unfamiliar academy, Nanwei Academy.

In the pitch-black rainy night, even though she was wearing a black coat, Emma's pale, bloodless face was still very noticeable. She had to wrap her mouth and nose with a rough black cloth to make her figure blend completely into the darkness.

Before the painkillers wore off, she ran into the area she knew best in the college—the chemistry lab. She picked out the materials she needed from the medicine warehouse, prepared the necessary instruments and fuel, and temporarily sealed off all entrances and exits in the corridor to prevent any accidents.

Emma felt okay, but she knew that a large part of that feeling was due to medication.

So after completing most of the preparations, she waited until the effects of the previously injected medication wore off before starting her work.

Although this is accompanied by intense physical pain that is only realized afterward, a clear mind is far more important.

……

...

This is the only way.

To survive, the revolver in his hand, which he didn't know if it could even fire, and the self-numbing drugs were simply not enough.

She needs something, something more destructive.

Those things she used to be very familiar with, but had given up on at one point.

……

She had no other choice. She believed the message from the other side of the Noscia equation. She believed that someone would appear before her at some point in the future, and until then, all she needed to do was try her best to survive.

In fact, for a long time in the past, Emma had never had such a strong will to live as she did now. She had accepted her fate and even prepared herself to leave this world one day due to illness.

but not now.

It can't be now.

It shouldn't be like this, dying without even having a chance to say goodbye, and remaining unaware of the truth.

Especially when there are still people looking for them.

……

Soon, those familiar brown glass bottles filled with viscous liquid were placed one by one on the table.

(End of this chapter)