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

Hachiman imitated him quite well, and also knelt down.

As the two zombies tirelessly delivered the offerings, even the sky above seemed clearer.

Azure skies and drifting clouds, warm earth bathed in sunlight, and distant enemies slowly making their way this way.

Uesugi Genshin turned his head to look behind him, but he couldn't see anything in the distance of the highway, just black asphalt, and no strange figures.

The same applies ahead.

When the zombies approached, they retreated to a blind spot and killed them very easily.

Half an hour of the afternoon passed just like that.

After dealing with the last zombie, the outside was clean and tidy, with rows of huge warehouse-style markets waiting for them to explore.

"Let's go."

The feeling of a bountiful harvest is undoubtedly joyful.

Both of them laughed. The gloomy man's and the dead fish-eyed man's smiles probably looked pretty ridiculous to outsiders.

Then the two of them stopped laughing.

"So many!" Hachiman seemed to curse fiercely.

In fact, the first building was teeming with zombies; there were them in every corridor. If they were all alerted, things could get really...

At that moment, Uesugi Genshin suddenly thought of a phrase: "corpses like a tide," but the first song title that popped into his head was Coral Sea.

Corpses will surround us like a tide.

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"Yui, how are you?" Miura Yumiko asked, looking very worried.

"Ah, um, I just went to check, and Hayato doesn't seem to have gone out." Yui Yuigahama put her hands behind her back, her expression somewhat complicated.

"That's right, that's great."

Clearly, she felt that going out at this time, no matter what she did, carried a great risk.

She had already tried to dissuade me from going to the cafeteria yesterday, but she couldn't stop me.

"Hmm." Yui Yuigahama's eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"What's wrong, Yui?" Miura Yumiko asked with concern.

"Who went then?" Ebina Hina, who was standing next to her, had figured it out and interrupted.

"It's Biqi from our class and the boy who came to our class before."

"Ah, those two, I remember that one's name was Uesugi Genshin, right?" Miura Yumiko recalled something.

"They're all rather sociable guys, weirdos who just sit there all by themselves and don't know what they're doing."

Rumors about "famous" people in school always spread very quickly.

"Hey, isn't it a bit much for Yumiko to say that?" Yui Yuigahama tried to say something.

“The autistic guy is right here in our class, and he’s always like that. The other guy is probably his friend, and since people are saying this about him, he’s probably similar.”

"Well, it's none of our business. They just need to be careful," Miura Yumiko said nonchalantly.

At this time, the door opened.

"Hayato!" Yumiko Miura stood up to welcome him.

“Yumiko.” Hayato Hayama gave a flawless smile.

"Ah, Hayato, you're finally back." A group of boys who hadn't spoken at all earlier walked over from a distance.

"Ah."

"I thought you went off to do something, Hayato~, what are we going to do now?" Tobe Sho, with orange hair, complained, holding his head in his hands.

"I plan to go to the student council again to see if there's anything I can help with."

"Hayato! Aren't there people in charge over there? Let's leave this to them," Miura Yumiko advised again.

"I know, but people are still very panicked right now, and I still hope I can help them."

"Ah, I understand. I'll go with you, Hayato." Even so, Tobe Sho felt a little scared when he thought of the cold girl in the student council room.

“You’re right, Hayato, I’m going too.”

"I also hope I can be of help."

Yamato and Ooka quickly said they wanted to join them.

"I understand." Hayato Hayama nodded in agreement.

"Hayato~" At this point, nothing Miura Yumiko could say would make a difference.

"Yumiko, be careful."

Looking at the closed door again, Yumiko Miura's expression turned dejected once more.

"Haha," Hina Ebina comforted him, "Don't worry, Hayato will be alright."

“That’s true,” Yui Yuigahama said.

The two were friends of Miura Yumiko. They all knew that Yumiko had been hanging out with Hayama Hayato since she entered high school and had fallen in love with him. Everyone realized this and thought the two were a good match.

After all, they were both the center of attention in their classes, and both were handsome men and beautiful women.

People gathered around the two of them, forming this group, and it was precisely because of this that their relationship was at a standstill.

Normally, it should be Hayato Hayama who takes the initiative, but he doesn't do anything at all. As a result, Yumiko is worried about ruining their current relationship and doesn't dare to confess.

The fear of failure is itself an ominous sign.

"I'm going to help Hayato," Miura Yumiko made up her mind.

"Eh~"

"I don't want to just stand by and watch Hayato like that."

"I see, then let's go take a look," Hina Ebina suggested from the side.

Chapter 40: Sweet and Salty, Unbeatable

"Is it already too late?" Hachiman stared at the baseball bat in his hand, the broken edge showing that it had endured unbearable strength.

"I'm fine here." Uesugi Genshin carefully examined the baseball bat in his hand; at least from the surface, nothing seemed amiss.

The less certain you are, the more effort you will put in.

"And I'm done for too." That was what he wanted to say most. Hachiman glanced back at the clean ground behind him and plopped down.

The muscles in my arm are stiff and sore, and my hand, which I can't clench, lies open weakly. My arm will probably hurt a lot tomorrow.

Not just his arms, but his whole body was exhausted, and when he looked down, he could almost smell the blood on his clothes.

“Yes.” Uesugi Genshin nodded understandingly. He was in better physical condition, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t tired.

"It's amazing we were able to clear out these zombies," Hachiman Asahi said, panting heavily.

The corpses scattered on the ground were the result of their afternoon's work; there was no other way but to slowly grind them down over time.

First, make some noise in a blind spot outside the gate to attract a group of zombies near the gate.

Then make a sound at the corner to attract a few more to come over.

Looking back now, it's amazing he accepted such a life-threatening approach.

"I will never do this again." Although the tactics were not wrong, Uesugi Genshin did not think it was a good approach.

If he hadn't been in a rush, he wouldn't have risked Hachiman's life to do such a thing.

It's clear that a well-trained team is needed for efficient cleanup.

Right now, only Hachiman can be trusted. If more people come here, it will only make things worse. The danger of this mob lies within.

Even with the same number of people, you can't trust the numbers put together by a motley crew, otherwise morale will easily collapse, and once it collapses, it will trigger a chain reaction.

If you really think the number of people is important and bring a bunch of students here to grind dungeons, then you're just asking for trouble.

Moreover, he now misses the film and television armor that he used to criticize so vehemently, which was basically a design that distorted the historical prototype while adhering to aesthetics.

Most of them are made of leather or plastic, but even so, they are much lighter to wear than the armor he has worn before.

Their defenses are not something that can be breached by human teeth and nails, because zombies don't attack people with knives or guns.

If it were a replica of real heavy armor, that would be even better, protecting even the neck. With a face shield, it would be truly armed to the teeth, a perfect iron wall that would be difficult to breach even if one lay there letting a horde of zombies grab at them.

"We need to be better prepared next time." At the very least, we need to improve our current high-attack, low-defense situation. The risk of being caught even once is really too great.

Uesugi Genshin took out the key from his pocket and twirled it on his finger.

"Come on, I'll take you to a nice place."

Even though there might not be anything there, I still turned my pockets over and found a key to a nearby truck and... a bunch of cigarettes.

These cigarette boxes would probably make Ms. Hiratsuka very happy.

"Where? By the way, I'm so hungry right now."

"Ah!" Uesugi Genshin slammed his fist into his palm.

"what happened?"

"I remember there was a food street over there, I think it was called Canteen Street."

"...Spare me." Hachiman glanced away.

It's definitely not peaceful over there. If we go there now, we'll probably have to clean up all this stuff again.

When you have no energy, you really have no energy; you're so weak that you don't even want to move.

Uesugi Genshin didn't mind. He didn't necessarily have to go there to eat. However, just like the fresh food here, the cooked food there also had an expiration date.

"Let's go, let's find the car first."

If you don't know where the car is from, you first need to confirm where it's parked. The key looks like an Isuzu.

When it comes to Isuzu, it's undoubtedly about large trucks, with light trucks being a strong possibility.

After driving around the road for a while, not far, I parked in an open space. Just in case, I put the key in the car door and turned it to open the door.

Looking at the convertible parked in the open space, Hachiman turned to look at the rows of buildings in the distance. "How do we get up there?"

The engine noise of this car is quite high.

"We have no choice but to push it out."

Uesugi Genshin first got into the car and turned off the handbrake. Then, at the car window, he held the steering wheel with one hand and pushed the side of the car with the other.

Hachiman stood at the back of the car, pushing it forward while looking back at his surroundings, feeling very safe.

"Get in the car, get in the car."

Hachiman sat in the car, his arm resting on the window, watching Genshin operate the vehicle with great skill, smoothly pressing the clutch and shifting gears, though he wasn't wearing a seatbelt, which was true.

"You're surprisingly skilled."

"You'll get the hang of it after a while, but the perspective is a bit awkward." That's how it is with light trucks.

"Don't crash," Hachiman warned.

"Don't worry, with the strength of the two of us," he said, freeing one hand to lift the baseball bat on the side, "we can escape even if we stop."

"Hmm, you can escape by yourself, right? I'll just be a hindrance." After observing Genshin's fighting strength up close, Hachiman's assessment of his own strength was undoubtedly poor.

"Haha, don't say that. You're not a burden, you're a reliable partner. No one can do everything by themselves."

"Well~" He didn't need that kind of encouragement, and Hachiman smiled with satisfaction.

The rectangular artificial peninsula jutting into the sea to the south is an industrial area.

As they approached the intersection, Uesugi Genshin slowed down and pointed ahead, saying, "There seem to be a bunch of factories at the new port at the end of the seaside avenue."

"Hmm, it seems to be some kind of frozen food processing plant or something."

"It's necessary to go."

"Just the two of us?" Hachiman deeply resented this kind of selfless labor.