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

Hachiman stood next to Qin Ye, relieving the pressure of the attack. The zombies were killed by the two of them, and they were powerless to fight back.

There was a bloodstain in the shape of a human on the wall where the zombies were gathered. It was probably the horrific state of the mangled victim on the ground. It was truly cruel.

Uesugi Genshin was watching their movements the whole time. After cleaning the entire first and second floor, they became quite proficient.

"I'll leave this place to you for the next few days," Uesugi Genshin said.

"Don't worry," Hachiman assured him, trusting his team.

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On the other side was Hayama's side. Yesterday, when he and Hachiman went to the apartment building, they were responsible for clearing the road leading to New Port.

On the highway, it's easy. Although there are zombies hiding in the buildings on both sides of the road, most of them won't come out. Unless they're standing at the door or window on the first floor, the distance and the soundproofing of the rooms mean they're unlikely to hear the faint sounds from the street.

The road leading from the seaside boulevard to the destination is about three kilometers long.

Hayato Hayama was driving his familiar light truck, with Genshin Uesugi sitting in the passenger seat, holding a sword. They were traveling along the seaside avenue towards New Port.

Xinhang is clearly a man-made peninsula built on reclaimed land, as it is a very neat right-angled trapezoidal shape that juts straight south into the sea along the road.

When the road reaches Xingang, the sea is on the right side of the car. First, there are rows of utility poles, and then a two-meter-high concrete wall.

The outside of the wall is a jagged seawall, and then there is the sea of ​​Tokyo Bay.

This is a building structure designed to prevent the structure from being directly submerged by waves during a typhoon.

The road has only four lanes and no median strip.

You can still see several corpses lying on the road from time to time, which should be the result of Hayama Hayato and his team yesterday.

No new zombies appeared on the road, and the route passed large buildings such as an ice rink, a car auction, a lumber shop, and a housing processing plant.

Finally, we arrived at a bend in the road, but the bend was blocked by a horizontal railing gate with a sign that read: "Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering; otherwise, call 110."

There's a signboard on the right side inside, listing the types of factories, with the flour mill being the most important.

Hu Buxiang and Yu Sheng, who were sitting in the back of the truck, got out and opened the door. After they got back into the truck, the light truck started moving forward again. The second factory on the left was the flour mill.

However, once they arrived, the zombies became agitated by the sound, and the horde of zombies outside the first factory began to swarm towards the people who got off the bus.

The workers who came here to work wore uniforms, most of which were stained with blood, after all, they had escaped from the building, but in the end, they still died in this red-stained open space.

When there were many zombies, Uesugi Genshin would also go forward to help kill the fast zombies, but in the end, only the slow-moving ones were left.

"Take a break." After this order was given, they awkwardly found a clean place to sit down.

Tobe Sho and Ooka even walked to the light truck in the distance, sat down in the back carriage, and lay down.

"Ah~~, that feels so good." Tobe Sho exclaimed happily as he lay down.

"I'm exhausted." Ooka rested his arm under his head, and the two of them just stared blankly at the sky.

"Hey, make room." Yamato also came over, wanting to claim a space.

"Hey~" Hubu Xiang moved aside, giving the big guy plenty of space.

Only Yu Sheng remained sitting on the road. Uesugi Genshin looked at him and tilted his head towards the car.

If he's the only one left, it will affect unity.

So Yu Sheng went over too, saying, "I want one too."

"Hey, hey, there's no space at all! Wow, it's going to be so crowded!" Although Tobe Sho said this, everyone still managed to make room for Tamaki.

"Ugh..." They were so close together that they could smell each other's sweat.

"It stinks."

"you too."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Aren't they all the same?"

They were teasing each other in the back of the car, laughing loudly, not afraid of attracting zombies, since everyone nearby had been killed.

Hayato Hayama sat down next to Genshin Uesugi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. "I've been keeping an eye on things," he said, shaking his head.

"It is during battle that feelings are most easily strengthened, because if you cannot trust each other, then you will be the one in danger." So the saying about the three ironclad principles of life is not without reason.

Even the most capricious and unruly Achilles, upon the death of his close friend, chose to forgive Agamemnon, the commander of the Greek coalition, and united everyone to launch a war of revenge against Troy. This shows how much he valued friendship.

If a special relationship is added to the foundation of interpersonal relationships, then the way people are treated will obviously be different from others, whether they are classmates, colleagues, lovers or relatives.

After resting, they continued on their way. Dozens of large trucks were parked in all the open spaces outside the flour mill, unlike the previous factory.

If the car keys can be found, then the flour in the warehouse can be transported away.

The next step in the cleanup will be to enter the building for a thorough search to ensure safety.

When Hobu Sho and Yamato worked together to open the warehouse door, tons of flour piled up in bags came into view.

"This, this is!" Hu Buxiang could not hide his excitement. Anyone who thought that so many things belonged to them would be overjoyed. This is the joy of scavenging in the apocalypse.

Uesugi Genshin waved his hand and said, "Move them all out."

Chapter 92: People from Tokyo

The focus these past two days has been on the Xinhang area. After three days of cleanup, the area around the flour mill is finally safe.

To ensure the safe transport of students dispatched by the organization department, the Hayama or Hikigaya squads will still provide supervision.

The cafeteria's small storage room was completely filled up. They originally wanted to use the indoor gymnasium as a storage room, but the ventilation there was not good.

In the summer, you're drenched in sweat during PE class outdoors, and it's the same indoors. Without an exhaust fan, once the humidity goes up, it's hard to bring it down; even putting lime in a corner doesn't help.

Flour is the most susceptible to moisture, but you only feel at ease when you have something right under your nose.

Secondly, the school's storage rooms were converted into temporary warehouses, where the environment was much better than the cafeteria.

"Today's topic is: we're short-staffed." In the conference room, Uesugi Genshin sat upright in the main seat, with Yukinoshita, the accountant, and Shiroi, the student council president, beside him.

Since today's meeting was chaired by the executive department, he naturally took the seat of honor.

"Is that so?" Hayama Hayato, sitting on the left, asked Hachiman, who was sitting on the right.

"Not yet." Hachiman, the head of the organization department, initially denied it, then added, "It's just preliminary planning."

“Although we’re trying our best to ensure everyone has work to do, there are actually redundant staff in each department.” Yukino Yukinoshita said, holding the documents on the table.

Yukino Yukinoshita and Genshin Uesugi had discussed this before, such as whether the Ministry of Health really needed to send 16 people to clean toilets.

Then Uesugi Genshin turned him down with the excuse that "it would be much easier to do this with someone by your side."

“Um, weren’t we discussing the problem of manpower shortage?” Isshiki Iroha raised her hand to speak from the right side of the window, who was leaning against it.

“Hmm.” Uesugi Genshin continued, picking up where Yukino Yukinoshita left off. “While we can currently guarantee, well, the employment rate, it will become a shortage of manpower once the workload increases.”

Two people are stationed at each entrance and important location outside for patrol and sentry duty. For example, there are 16 people at the four corner intersections, bringing the total number of guards to over 30.

If the scope of subsequent activities expands further, we will need to increase our manpower again.

From another perspective, without enough people, there's no need to increase the area of ​​activity. Without increasing the number of people, it's difficult for the overall strength of the General Martial Arts Academy to rise, creating a cycle.

Subsequent fishing operations are also an important supplement to food, requiring the designation of some coastlines as safe zones. Fishing personnel also need to be equipped, and this requires qualifications; not just anyone can do it, at least not someone who can't swim.

"Now that the food problem has been basically solved, we should resume the rescue operation. Once the apartment building is cleaned up and people have a place to live, we can move on."

"We need to target each school and check every school we haven't considered before, whether it's elementary school students or university students. In short, bring everyone back first."

"The focus is on students. As for adults, just hand them over to the Chiba Self-Help Committee, and I will communicate with them later."

This is to ensure the purity of the team's composition and to make it easier for the student council to manage. A shared identity and a group called the school can simplify many things.

"Throw anyone who's obviously suspicious outside. Don't be soft-hearted." It's only the early stages of the zombie crisis; there shouldn't be many abnormal people yet, just in case. These days, cult incidents are still rampant. Who knows what people will become in a highly repressive environment?

"So who should go in the end?" Hachiman asked, raising his hand. "Although the apartment buildings I'm mainly responsible for should be mostly cleaned up in the next couple of days, there are other food processing plants in Newport, so there's never enough work to be done."

“I’ll go,” said Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was standing next to her. “We can put school matters aside for now. After all, there are only a few of us who can drive. I’ll scout out the location first, and we’ll ask for help if we really need it.”

You might still be able to find people who are still persevering now, but things will only get worse as time goes on.

"..." Hachiman sat back down, leaning his back against the chair.

"Yes, and there's also the matter of expanding the execution department. After these few days of adjustment, everyone has become completely numb to fighting zombies." These were sarcastic words uttered by Uesugi Genshin.

Facing the oncoming horde of zombies, as long as they weren't overwhelmed, they could handle it. Having been on the battlefield a few times before, they could be considered veterans. Moreover, they had undergone several days of intensive training. Not to mention, under his protection, these people were slaughtering the zombie horde, and dozens of zombies had already died at his hands.

At this moment, Hachiman was afraid that he would say something like, "You two go and recruit people yourselves, according to the full quota I gave you, get as close as possible."

See? Just like this.

Hachiman crossed his arms in melancholy, pondering the definition of life. His life had clearly evolved from his initial comfort zone into the spiderweb he was now forced to form.

“I know some people in sports clubs, so I should be able to recruit some people,” Hayama Hayato said.

When it's difficult to afford meat with a day's wages, many people will be tempted to take the job because of the high pay.

However, Hayama Hayato's words only made Hachiman more depressed. "..."

Yukino Yukinoshita handed a piece of paper to Iroha Isshiki, who then delivered it to Hachiman's desk.

"This is the previous list of members from competitive clubs. Try to see if you can recruit people from clubs like Kendo or Judo."

The list was compiled by the student council, who also tallied the information of those still alive. Uesugi Genshin has provided the plan, but its implementation depends on him.

"I'll give it a try." Before he could finish speaking, Hachiman began to think about what words he could use to coax people in.

"That's all for now." And so the meeting ended.

"Here you go." As Uesugi Genshin sat on a chair with one leg crossed, lost in thought, Yukino Yukinoshita handed him a gift.

"Hmm?" He reached out and took it; it was a belt. If there was anything different about it, it was that something was sewn onto the side with needle and thread.

“I noticed you usually hold the knife in your hand, so you can hang it on your waist.”

Uesugi Genshin then realized that the sash was sewn directly onto the belt. In the past, samurai would wear a belt called a horn belt, and then insert the sword with the sash into it at an angle and tie it in place.

"Ah, indeed." He nodded, examining the belt carefully again. "Thank you."

He stood up and decided to try it out. The pants weren't school uniform pants, so there was no place to insert a belt, but that didn't matter. He could just tie them around his waist like a Kamen Rider.

The belt cinched his waist, making his bulging body shape even more defined; after all, he's the type who doesn't look fleshy when dressed.

He picked up the katana that he had never laid down before, and ever since that incident, he had recalled his habit of carrying a weapon with him.

The scabbard was inserted, and Yukino Yukinoshita stood up and walked forward, bending down to press her face close to his side to help stabilize it.

“Perfect,” Uesugi Genshin praised.

By swaying my body back and forth, the knife remained at the same angle, making it easy to pull out.

"That's good." Yukino Yukinoshita smiled with relief.

"Yes, thank you." He thanked him sincerely; it was indeed much more convenient.

She smiled and shook her head, her expression serene and more mature than usual.

"Speaking of which, what about the gun I gave you? Did you take it with you?"

“Here it is.” She slowly unbuttoned her school uniform jacket, which was worn very tightly, unlike most other high school girls who did not wear their school uniforms properly and never buttoned them up. She showed off the white shirt underneath.

She had the gun in a holster and hanging it under her armpit. Police officers usually hang their guns on their right hip, on their belt.

"It's inconvenient to pull it out like this."

"It's too conspicuous to hang it on my waist." She had obviously considered the normal way of wearing the equipment, but it was just too eye-catching.

Uesugi Genshin expressed his understanding, not to mention that his waist was already very thin, and half of his waist looked like a spear, which was indeed very eye-catching.

"Then hang it on your leg? That way it's easier to use." He gestured with his hand as if he were quickly drawing a gun from his leg.

"Is that so?" Yukino Yukinoshita looked down at her legs.

Uesugi Genshin also looked over. Although she was wearing white-trimmed black stockings, which couldn't be directly tied to the stockings, the section of her fair thigh from the hem of her skirt to the edge of the stockings, which was called the "absolute territory" here, could be bound.

"Let's skip it for now," she said. Yukino Yukinoshita wanted to avoid attracting attention as much as possible, at least for the time being.

"Well~"

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"Hurry up." The students at the flour mill were taking turns loading flour onto the large truck outside, which would then be driven back by Hachiman Hikigaya.