A youth story of a passerby at the end of the world

In other words, in order to escape faster in the apocalypse, it is possible to occupy the other lane, and then there is a very high probability that both lanes will eventually become blocked.

In that case, we'll have to turn into the residential area on the left to find our way.

Just like it is now.

The houses on both sides and the zombies in some courtyards were clearly visible.

On the way, I saw a house with a sign that said "Beauty Salon". Is it a business operating from home?

Because we were looking for the way, we weren't driving fast, and every time we turned a corner, three or five zombies would come and bang on the steel plates on the windows.

The "bang bang bang" sound was like being inside an iron coffin; you knew it was impenetrable, but the noise was incredibly annoying.

Some blood was smeared on the glass, making it difficult to see outside.

"Turn left." Hearing Murai's voice on the radio, Yukino stepped on the gas and continued to follow the car in front. If she stopped any longer, even more cars would surround her.

If the area is completely surrounded, it will also be a problem.

And they finally saw the woods ahead, or more precisely, the woods inside the walled area.

“That should be the Narashino training ground ahead,” Yukinoshita Haruno guessed.

“Then we’re not far from the encampment.” Holding the sword to his chest, Uesugi Genshin wiped the scabbard with his fingers.

The huge open space, covering three or four square kilometers, is used for Self-Defense Force exercises. Sometimes the 1st Airborne Brigade next door conducts helicopter drop or low-altitude parachute exercises here.

However, that would mean going back to National Highway 296, or taking a long detour around the training ground and then passing through the residential area.

Soon, the lead car made a choice: instead of taking National Highway 296, it took a long detour.

"You can see there's still a traffic jam over there." As he turned the corner, Hachiman looked towards the national highway through the left-hand window.

"I see." Just as Uesugi Genshin had expected.

"Hmm." Hachiman sat on the left, continuing to look at the wall on the left.

Just then, a zombie rushed out of the woods and crashed into the wall, giving him a big fright.

"what!"

If there were sound effects in your head, it would be a terrifying "buzz".

"What's wrong?" Uesugi Genshin immediately turned around to look.

Watching the scenery rush past the window, Hachiman's mouth gaped slightly, "..."

"?" Uesugi Genshin looked at him, pointing to the training ground. "Are there... zombies?"

"...Hmm." Hachiman closed his mouth, unsure of what to say, overwhelmed by this sudden increase in unease.

"In the training ground..." Yukino Yukinoshita, who was driving in front, also heard the two talking.

"Ah!" Another scream rang out as Hachiman saw the corpse stuck in the wall, as if it had tried to climb out but accidentally slipped and ended up stuck in the wall.

The puncture accident was full of absurd artistry.

This time, Uesugi Genshin turned his head to the side in time and saw several more ferocious faces lying in front of the wall.

Hachiman's startled voice was both comical and heavy-hearted.

"Don't interfere with my driving!" Yukinoshita Haruno scolded angrily from the front.

"I'm sorry, I was just startled," Hachiman apologized.

Because you are completely unprepared, it's like coming out of a rainforest with a spider crawling on your neck, or coming out of a field with a worm on your arm.

A normal person would definitely swing their arm or jump away.

"There are a lot of zombies in the training ground," Uesugi Genshin frowned.

"Who knows?" Yukino Yukinoshita bit her lip, her expression becoming serious.

After all, it's unrealistic to expect to take in nearby residents in the garrison area; the only place that can accommodate them is the much larger training ground next door.

After leaving the exercise area and re-entering the residential area, we drove for a while longer.

"We've arrived." Without needing a radio notification, Yukino Yukinoshita could see the wall in front of her; it was the wall of the garrison.

The convoy parked their cars in vacant lots in front of nearby houses, because parking directly on the road would completely block the way; if the first car in line didn't move and the last car didn't reverse, no one could move.

He opened the car door with his knife, which slammed against the wall, blocking the way on both sides. Uesugi Genshin stabbed the zombie in front of him with a scabbard, then drew his sword and slashed at the staggering figure. In an instant, blood splattered all over the wall.

Chapter 204: He's so handsome!

The zombie blocking the door behind him was violently shoving at the car door. Seeing its live prey, it was like a wild dog drooling with anticipation.

Unfortunately, Uesugi Genshin's right calf was pressed against the car door from behind, preventing the zombie from closing the door and blocking the path between the car and the wall.

Knowing it couldn't get through, one of the zombies started looking for another way, climbing on the car's hood in hopes of getting over from the roof.

Yukino Yukinoshita watched the zombie climbing on the car window, leaving her handprint on the glass, but she said nothing and remained expressionless.

Uesugi Genshin ignored the zombies ahead for the time being. He tossed the knife lightly, caught it with a flick of his wrist, and thrust the tip forward, hitting the zombie right in the eye socket.

With a forward thrust of his arm, the front of the blade entered the zombie's head. Accompanied by the sound of soft tissue being churned, the zombie's body suddenly stiffened and fell backward.

The sound overhead grew closer, and he could no longer stay put. Uesugi Genshin made a preliminary assessment, leaped forward, and stabbed another zombie in front of him, thus leaving the narrow space between the car and the wall.

The sound of another car door opening came from the other side. Was it Hachiman? Or Yukinoshita Haruno?

Uesugi Genshin didn't know, but the nails on Hachiman's baseball bat could easily injure him if he wasn't careful, so he couldn't get out of the car in a second like I did.

The space behind the car wasn't spacious, but it was enough for him to gather his strength for a slash and to dodge. He gripped the knife with both hands, stepped forward, and slashed horizontally. Two zombies had large gashes cut open in their bellies, and crimson blood gushed out from the wounds.

Most importantly, they were struck by the knife and staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

He took the opportunity to quickly observe the surroundings. Before he could even think, he realized that the wall behind him was the protruding entrance hall of the house, and their car was parked in the recessed, empty space in front of the house.

Where did these zombies come from? Inside the house?

He was in the passenger seat on the left and couldn't see the buildings on the right. When Yukino saw that the car in front of her stopped instead of moving forward, she stopped moving forward and reversed to a stop on the spot.

Without hesitation, her movements were smooth and fluid, all in one go. She seemed to be a skilled and experienced driver, or perhaps... she wouldn't be in any trouble even if she crashed.

Exhaling the stale air from my lungs also slightly dispelled the faint odor between my nostrils.

A month of "fermentation" eventually gave them a unique and indescribable smell. It wasn't the fermented aroma of butter, but a pure stench that permeated his nose even before he got very close.

In the past, battles were mostly fought outdoors, where the open space and gentle breeze were enough to dissipate the smell, but now it is so obvious.

At that moment, a baseball bat swung down from the side of the car finished off two zombies who had fallen to the ground. This familiar finishing blow was indeed from Hachiman.

"Get on the road," Uesugi Genshin said simply.

“Okay.” Hachiman nodded in agreement.

The two broke through the zombie encirclement and returned to the narrow road that was wide enough for one car to pass but impossible for two.

When their view opened up, they saw that it seemed only they, the car Murai was in, and the car behind them were damaged.

It seems that most of the zombies came down from the national highway.

Uesugi Genshin faced the person in front of him, while Hachiman instinctively leaned his back against him.

"Over there." Murai called out towards Uesugi Genshin as he pulled the iron rod from the zombie's neck, probably meaning to tell him to hold on and wait for him to get there.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person opposite him easily kill the three zombies in front of him.

A slash to the left, a kick back to the right, a slash to the front, and finally pinning the zombie to the ground—a series of incredibly smooth movements that took only two blinks for all the zombies to fall to the ground.

Not to mention the dead fish eyes over there, who smashed the zombie down with two baseball bats, bloody and violent, but also swift and clean.

Are young people these days really that capable?

Their team consisted mostly of adults in their thirties and forties, which is why they couldn't help but have such thoughts. After all, the teenagers in the base weren't very useful. Of course, he couldn't treat these two as children either.

Are they high school students or college students?

"..." Uesugi Genshin looked up at Murai not far away. They had all finished dealing with it. There were still sounds of fighting behind him. He turned around with his sword and saw Hachiman take a few steps back to distance himself from the zombie. Then he finished it off with a single blow.

Looking to the left, I saw that Yukinoshita Haruno had gotten out of the car and was checking the bodies around the car, moving them away from the car as there wasn't much room left to put one's feet around it.

Meanwhile, the third vehicle behind them was still engaged in battle. A zombie was being attacked, with several iron bars reaching out from all directions. Two of them pierced through the chest, likely sharpened to point, indicating that the zombie's lungs had probably been completely pierced.

Another method involves piercing upwards through the neck to the back of the head, which is also a way to kill zombies, although it is slightly difficult to aim accurately.

The surrounding area had been cleared, and people from several cars came over one after another.

"Where did you learn your kendo? You're really good." Murai walked over from the front and asked.

"My hometown."

The SIT staff also asked curiously, "Did you participate in the kendo club in middle school?"

"No."

"Does your family run a Buddhist temple?"

"No."

"..." The people from SIT became more and more surprised as they asked, "How old were you when you started learning Kendo?"

"13 is old."

“That doesn’t make sense,” SIT said, frowning. “You should only be eighteen years old. You started learning kendo at the age of 13, and your hometown, which is where you went to high school, is no longer there. Even if you’ve been practicing ever since then, you’ve only been dedicated to kendo for three to five years. I don’t even need to make any assumptions. You yourself said you’ve never participated in the kendo club, so how did you develop kendo skills at the national championship level?”

Police officers have some standard combat training courses, which are not necessarily Kendo, but the majority of them have studied Kendo or Karate.

At least he was, so he could tell that the other person's kendo level was not simply amateur.

"What? Are you interrogating my people like criminals?" Yukinoshita Haruno brushed the dust off her gloves and smiled.

"No, it was purely out of curiosity." The people at SIT knew that Ms. Yukinoshita wouldn't just bring in anyone; at the very least, she should be reliable. Now it seems she's not just reliable, she's incredibly strong. Even the other person is ruthless and decisive, with skills far beyond what one would expect from a student.

“Let’s discuss our next strategy.” Murai looked at the others, took out a map from his pocket, a map he had drawn of the garrison area, with simple lines outlining several houses.

The leaders of each group gathered around: three members of the Airborne Brigade, two members of the S unit, along with Mimori, a former employee of the Yukino family's company, and another surviving operator, Watanabe, with Kuriyama following behind him.

The crowd gathered around Murai, while others stood nearby listening. Uesugi Genshin also stood behind Yukinoshita.

"This is the dormitory, this is the canteen, there is also an activity center for entertainment, three storage warehouses, a hospital, an administration building, the armory is in the administration building, but the additional ammunition depot is in another underground warehouse, there is also an emergency helipad and fuel storage tanks."

He pointed to the map with a small pencil and said in an emphasizing tone, "Our main targets are the latter two: the weapons depot and the ammunition depot."

"What if there are people inside?" someone in the audience said.

The people gathered around the village well looked at each other; no one dared to hope that there were still any living people inside.

Without any warning, a month has passed and the zombies in the vicinity have not been cleared out, and they are even on the roads around the area.

"Hmm, maybe someone will." Murai didn't make a definitive statement, but his tone revealed pessimism.

They then agreed on the plan of action: Murai would lead three groups of airbike crew members to the underground warehouse to retrieve ammunition, since they already had guns but were out of ammunition.

Meanwhile, Yukino led two groups to the armory in the administration building; the other group was from SIT.

The others went to the warehouse where miscellaneous items were stored to see if there were any leftover supplies, such as medical equipment.

Lowering his head, Murai continued writing furiously, "Does anyone have anything to add?"

"Why split up? Wouldn't it be better to act together?" Mimori looked at Yukinoshita and then said.

"The main problem is that there are too many of us. Moving together would be too noisy and inflexible," Murai said, pointing the pen at the map.

"Then we can leave a reserve team at the entrance to provide support in case of any unexpected events," Mimori suggested.

“If something unexpected happens, it might not be in time.” Murai sighed, which was also the reason why he hesitated to do so. “But thank you anyway, it’s great to finally hear some constructive advice.”

They then decided to have the SAT personnel stay at the entrance to wait for reinforcements, a suggestion made by Yukino Yukinoshita.

"Also, all of you should put on silencers. Once you find ammunition, try not to fire if you can. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't fire in dangerous situations; it means you should exercise restraint," Murai said to the members of the airborne brigade.

"Hey, Murai, didn't you lose the silencer on your gun?"

One of the team members gave him a dry reminder and started organizing his weapons.

"..." Murai punched him. "That's why I was talking about you guys. Besides, you might be able to find some parts inside."

With the plan finalized, Yukinoshita asked, "Does anyone else have anything to say?"

“I have something to say. What if someone is killed? Should we retreat if we encounter insurmountable difficulties?” Kuriyama unexpectedly poked his head out and said, “Why are you looking at me like that? This time we’ve crossed dozens of kilometers, armed and alone, venturing into zombie territory. There’s a good chance there are no other living people around us. We might be facing thousands upon thousands of zombies.”

“You’re exaggerating, Kuriyama,” Yukinoshita Haruno said gently.

"It's an exaggeration, but it's possible," Kuriyama said, shaking his head.