Outbreak Chronicles: Dead Pandemic

Chapter 290 - Road Defense Against the Dead
Day 320: 5:00 P.M

1 hour left before the Night Rage

Osaka Streets

Equipment: Melee: Piyavka Machete, Piyavka Cleaver

Gun: AR15, Beretta M9 Pistol

(Kyosei’s View)

It took us five hours before we managed to finish cremating every single corpses inside the cadaver room. Alongside with it are the corpses of all the people we have killed in the process including the boss of the gangsters. Just like what they said, the cadaver is like a morgue, just lacking the normal decency a normal morgue have and more like a place inside a slaughterhouse.

One of the women captives made a little prayer for all the departing souls of the bodies to be able to find peace and cross safely to the afterlife, if there is one. As for the dead gangsters that were left behind on every floor, we also burned them along as we asked a few of the men that are capable of carrying the dead bodies to take this job. Although they were reluctant at first, they decided to do the offer and take the chance to clean them up.

When we were done with the cleanup, the only thing left to do is to say goodbye to this place. The few people who will be going on our separate ways seems interested in taking this place as a new base to use since it is big and quite good to use. They asked us if we will be occupying it but since we have no plans on taking it as ours, they have taken note to see if they can relocate here once they will be back to their groups.

Since it will take us a lot of time to send the other group back to their own base, and we are also running out of time before the Night Rage begins, we had to keep our separate ways and use different cars to go back to our respective bases.

The two groups of captives bid farewell to each other as they have developed bonds together in the short period of time they were captured by the gangsters

Once the other group departed, we finalize what we needed to do and we also departed. We have no other men in our group who joined us since they decided to join together with the other group, leaving us with women and 4 children; 3 boys and a girl. We asked the women if there was anyone from them who are capable of driving a truck. I have no experience in riding a truck and Kaito needed to be on guard which is why he can’t fill in the role of a driver. Thankfully, the girl who claims to have helped Kaito earlier presented herself.

”I will volunteer to be the driver of the truck. My name is Himari and I have experience and a license to drive one even before during the apocalypse so you guys don’t need to worry!” she said while posing a V sign on her fingers.

”Are you sure can drive the truck? We will providing you the navigation in the streets and it is not easy as we have to make sure the truck won’t crash to other debris on the road and there are also the undead we have to face,” I said to her.

”No worries. I work in a movers company before and I have am one of the workers that sometimes drive the truck so no need to doubt my ability!” Himari said proudly.

”If you are so confident then, go ahead and take the wheel, Kaito, you will ride in the passenger’s seat with her and exchange with her if she proves to be unreliable. I will take the back of the car with the others as they are more prone to undead attacks and we can’t be too sure if we will get caught by the Night Rage later, it is much better if there is one in the front who can fight and one on the back.”

”I have no problem with that,” Kaito nodded, agreeing to the setup.

”Then, lets get moving.”

After a long day and gruesome fights, we departed from the place, back to our home. As for the new survivors, their new home.

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Day 320: 5:58 P.M

2 minutes left before the Night Rage

Osaka Streets

Equipment: Piyavka Sword, Piyavka Knives x2, Throwing Knives, Sheng Biao, Hidden Blade

Gun: Glock 19

(Kaito’s View)

I check the time and it is almost time for the Night Rage to begin. The undead on the road is also starting to brisk walk, ready to run, once the clock strikes at six, they will start running and we will have to fight if needed.

”Hey, your name is Himari right, close the windshield of the truck. We can’t afford those flying bastards to enter the truck right now,” I said to Himari.

”Okay!” she nodded and tried to close the window but...

”Huh? That’s weird, it doesn’t close up at all,” she said and tried her best to close it but it seems to be broken.

”Just great, just abandon the idea, I will make sure to keep an eye of enemies in the window later so be sure to keep your guard up.”

”I have seen you fight before and I trust your abilities but what about your companion? The one you called ”Kyosei”? His name seems to be from the word ”castration”, what a weird name.

”Don’t worry much on him, he is much more capable than me despite being younger than me. Also, his name is spelled similar to ”bluff” so don’t say it is ”Castration.” He might get angry.”

”Are you sure? He seems to be like those guys who has an eight grade syndrome.1 I don’t think I can trust him.”

”He is more capable than that and trust me, although he acts like one and seems like he is some sort of protagonist from some sort of movie or something, I can vouch that he is more than qualified to guard the back. There is no need for us to worry about him. Anyway, we have to worry about what was before us. There are undead coming to rush us!” I said as my watch rings as a sign that the time hit six in the evening.

”Heh, if they are begging to be sent to the other world by truck-kun that much, then I don’t need anything to stop me sending them to those worlds!” Himari said before she stepped the gas pedal, accelerating the speed of the truck.

As expected, I spotted a few flying variants we fought before which Nanami called the ”Headaches”. I never expected they will be dominating the skies and will be appearing to kill which is in my opinion, they are very weird and disgusting.

I pull out my Glock 19 and started shooting those creatures that was about to get near Himari. My side is fine because of the windshield so my focus are now solely on Himari’s side that has the open window.

”This is getting harder than expected and I can’t seem to concentrate driving if you shoot the gun right in front of my face!” Himari said.

”Just stay away from the line of the bullet and focus on the road more! Here, take this ear plugs and cover your ears to help muting the sound of the gun shot!”

”Alright,” Himari received the ear plugs and plug them in her ears. I thought it wouldn’t work but it was all good when she didn’t complain anymore. She would sometimes be surprised if I shoot the gun very near her face but over all, she is keeping her calm while I shoot.

The window beside me is also being tried to be knocked down by the enemies as they keep bashing their flying heads to the windshield to take it down but it failed. And from the looks of it, Kyosei also begin his defense as I hear the AR15 shoot bullets.

As always, the Night Rage is just a troublesome event every night.

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Day 320: 6:00 P.M

Night Rage Officially begins

Osaka Streets

Equipment: Melee: Piyavka Machete, Piyavka Cleaver

Gun: AR15, Beretta M9 Pistol

(Kyosei’s View)

The moment my watch signals the time of the Night Rage, the brisk walking undead started running like marathon runners and has been trying to catch up on our truck. Some even jumped and tried to jump but a single swing of my AR15 and they are thrown back to the road.

There was no door behind this truck, causing it to be really vulnerable in Night Rage so I applaud the one who remove the door of the truck to ruin the only purpose of its door in this situation.

Some of the women who cannot fight decided to stick further from the door and curled up together with the others while those who can fight decided to help me with the fight by aiming the rifles they got from the gangsters’ base. We have enough bullets to last a few waves but that will be not enough if there will be more variants like decapitator and a few others.

The road defense has only just begun. Chuunibyou is a colloquial Japanese term typically used to describe early teens who have delusions of grandeur, who so desperately want to stand out that they have convinced themselves they have hidden knowledge or secret powers.