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

"Ha~ then we have no choice but to take action." Yukino Yukinoshita said helplessly, rubbing her forehead.

She insisted on her own correctness and helped the students who were running around. She had some reservations, but people should be responsible for their own actions.

But she couldn't ignore the other vulnerable people who sought help.

"Anyway, let's rest tonight. Senior Shiromai, please collect the locations of those seeking help outside so we can formulate a plan."

"Okay, leave it to me," said Shirowari, patting her rather large chest.

Hachiman Hikigaya rested his chin on his hand and looked to the side. It just so happened to be Shiromaru-senpai. If he were to formulate the rescue strategy, he would definitely lower the priority of those people from Soubu High who were running around.

A knock came at the door, and two students came in. "Um, the food is ready."

The student group is in charge of cooking, and tonight's ingredients are fish brought from the seafood market.

Instead of wasting oil, it was roasted, but the flavorful seasoning method tasted like home.

Everyone gets a few pieces of fish, which, when eaten with rice, is enough to fill them up.

What is Xuanxin eating now?

Thinking this, Hachiman Hikigaya crushed a piece of fish.

Chapter 47: It's Time for Liquidation

"And then there are those troublemakers." Yukino Yukinoshita's voice became unusually sharp and stern.

Those refer to the main causes of this incident. Hachiman Hikigaya originally thought that Yukinoshita intended to skip over this matter.

Sure enough, that's impossible.

This woman is surprisingly petty.

In Defeat, Malice! In Victory, Revenge!

Even Hayato Hayama was speechless at this. It was a just trial. Hachiman Hikigaya suppressed his gloating expression and couldn't help but turn his face away.

As a result, it was right in front of Hiratsuka-sensei's face.

"..." The other person narrowed their eyes with disdain upon seeing his expression.

Hachiman Hikigaya shrugged. Even Hiratsuka-sensei didn't say anything, did he?

"Ah~ Ah~~, that~"

"Shiromaki-senpai, don't beg for mercy." Yukino Yukinoshita stopped the student council president from softening her heart.

"This is an act that seriously endangers school safety and interferes with a series of subsequent actions," she began, defining the situation.

Yukinoshita was undoubtedly furious when she learned that Uesugi had brought a whole cart of fish with him, along with only Hikigaya.

To recruit people willing to go out, you need a strong and capable leader, and Hayama is not qualified in this regard.

We'll have to seriously worry about what to eat tomorrow.

"Let them go."

A huge question mark appeared in Hachiman Hikigaya's mind. Was this revenge too much? Because...

“Wait, isn’t this a bit too harsh?” Hayama Hayato stood up and said.

“Yukinoshita, this won’t do.” Hiratsuka-sensei said, blowing smoke rings from the side, but she turned her head away and didn’t look at her.

"Um, that... that..." Shiroi stammered, trying to say something.

Not to mention the disapproving expressions on the faces of others.

Since Yukinoshita had previously ordered the rescue of students, including those from Soubu High, thus lowering their expectations, then...

"Just use it until you die," Hachiman Hikigaya suggested.

"You!" Hayama Hayato didn't mean to criticize.

"That's a really harsh thing to say." Hiratsuka-sensei patted him on the shoulder. If you put it another way, like "voluntary labor," it's the same thing, but the feeling is completely different.

"Well..." Hachiman Hikigaya couldn't just ignore what had happened to his friend. What was just a minor problem for Genshin could be life-threatening for an ordinary person. Why should he let him off so easily?

If Yukinoshita truly possessed that authority, he even considered casting a vote in favor of her expulsion.

"Won't using them until they die make them resentful?" Yukino Yukinoshita pondered, stroking her chin.

"If they really have this idea, then taking it a step further wouldn't be a problem."

Let's release them then; there definitely won't be any problems then.

"Then, the boys will be assigned to the outing team and will go to the seafood market with Hachiman tomorrow morning, while the girls will remain in the sanitation team."

Are they a suicide squad member and a toilet cleaner?

The schools here don't have dedicated cleaning staff; the students clean the school themselves, supposedly because of a cultural tradition that links cleanliness with morality.

There is usually a rotation system, since cleaning all the time is tiring; this is basically a "universal voluntary labor system".

But! Should I let him lead the team?

Hachiman Hikigaya stuck his head out and pointed at himself in surprise, only to be glared back at by the other party.

"I'll help too," Hayama Hayato said with a wry smile as he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"What if they run away again?" He doesn't have the ability to completely control them, and Hayato Hayama might not be able to either.

"Make it clear to them in advance that if it happens again, there will be no next time."

After the matter was roughly discussed, Hachiman Hikigaya walked out of the room. As he was walking, he was suddenly called back.

"Ah~, wait~, Hikigaya-senpai." It was the voice of the first-year student behind me, Iroha Isshiki.

They were clearly there just now, but they didn't say anything and remained very quiet.

"what happened?"

"This? What should I do?" She gripped the seal tightly, held up the paper bag in her hand, and her fingers left wrinkles on the brown paper.

Isn't this Genshin's cake? Ah, that guy isn't coming back today.

"What did that guy say?"

"Uesugi-senpai only told me that."

Who could have predicted that the outcome would be irreversible? Hachiman Hikigaya thought to himself.

"That's it, just eat it." With that, he turned and left.

Cakes have an expiration date, but since that guy isn't coming back, we might as well go with the flow.

“Ah…” Isshiki Iroha stared blankly at the departing Hikigaya-senpai.

I opened the paper bag again, and it was full of chocolate cake.

He twisted the bag shut with both hands, walked to the door of the student council room, went inside, and asked the two people who were still there, "Yukinoshita-senpai and Shiromaki-senpai, would you like some cake?"

"No need." Yukino Yukinoshita brushed aside her loose hair, looked up, and declined.

"Haha, I'm a bit busy right now." Shiromaru was organizing the lists on the website.

"That's it."

Isshiki Iroha sat at a small tea table in the room, opened the paper bag again, and took out the contents.

Uesugi-senpai likes to eat chocolate...

The chestnut-colored mousse was lifted by a three-foot fork and placed in the mouth, the soft, thin peach-colored lips moving gently.

A bit salty.

"Isshiki-chan?"

"S-Senior, this is saliva, saliva..."

"Ah...ah???"

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The noises continued throughout the night, but people slept soundly, at least for now.

I vaguely remember waking up a few times, or maybe I never woke up at all; I can't quite recall it.

The commotion in the dark did not affect the two people in the room.

Because I went to bed quite early, I woke up much earlier than usual. However, the dim light shining into the room through the curtains added to my drowsy feeling.

Yumiko Miura opened her eyes and looked at Yui Yuigahama, who was sleeping on the floor next to her.

They simply spread the blankets on the floor. Both of them slept very quietly, and the most they did when they woke up was to turn over.

She threw back the covers and sat up, startling Yui who was next to her.

"Ugh~" she groaned unconsciously, her eyelids twitched a few times, feeling a bit sore and heavy, and she didn't want to open them.

After opening her eyes again, she blinked several times, but then she didn't want to close them again.

"Ah, Yumiko, good morning." Seeing that Yumiko next to her had woken up, Yui greeted her.

"Good morning, Yui." Yumiko Miura yawned slowly.

The sofa wasn't wide, and the two of them were a little scared, so they slept together.

They comforted each other as they fell asleep; even in the apocalypse, they could still feel the warmth of human connection.

Yumiko Miura stood up, put on her shoes, then leaned against the window and gently lifted the curtains. The view outside was exceptionally clear thanks to the sunlight.

"Nothing seems amiss..."

The streets were no different from yesterday, and zombies were still scattered around. In fact, it was only now, upon closer inspection, that I realized how dangerous yesterday had truly been.

How do I get out of here?

"That's really great." At this moment, Yui Yuigahama also put on her shoes, tapped her toes on the ground, and stood up.

"Hmm, shall we go out?"

"Huh? But Xiao Xuan said he would come and call us."

"Then ask that guy if you have his phone number."

"Ah...no, where's Yumiko?"

"No."

"..."

"..."

"Then let's wait a little while."

Even so, Miura Yumiko pressed her ear against the door to listen to what was happening outside.

"How is it?" Yui Yuigahama came over when she saw this, and also joined in from below.

There seemed to be no sound in the corridor, yet there also seemed to be some.

After listening for a while without any response, they gave up.

After rolling up the blanket on the floor, he sat on the sofa and started looking at his phone.

It's only 7 a.m., but considering I woke up naturally, I'm surprisingly energetic.

Various posts on the internet are half true and half false; some say it's the end of the world, while others say a biological laboratory has leaked information.

Some people say that "they" need air, so it is safest to hide in the high mountains, and they can't come up.

There are also reports that the government has established a security zone on an artificial island in Tokyo Bay and is accepting qualified personnel.

Some people updated their blogs today about how to survive in this situation, and there were a lot of arguments in the comments.

This also made the previously unknown blogger famous, who instantly gained tens of thousands of followers.

It's a little too little and a little too much.

One of the people wearing a white coat stood out the most; he was not an officially verified blogger.

However, his remarks were a bit too shocking and too detailed.

After being infected by the virus, the person dies and their body is transformed into another kind of organism.

The heart stops beating; the most obvious change is that the muscles are strengthened, and blood continues to flow because the smooth muscles in the blood vessels are constantly maintaining blood circulation. The heart is no longer of any use.