Lost Narrative Poetry

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Hearing what Saya Takagi said, everyone was silent for a while. This information was hard-won. They had not observed this in time and calmly before, and they paid a considerable price.

Many people actually didn't deserve to die, but they still died... Even the person who provided them with such valuable information and saved them a lot of detours seemed to have discovered it only after losing a very important person. Such a thing.

So much so that he became determined to die and became crazy. He was unwilling to leave the fallen school with them, and just claimed that he still had some things to do.

As for what they have to do and what they want to do, they can actually imagine it... But precisely because of this, thinking about what is hidden behind that person's calm, playful and relaxed face makes them feel sad. Incessantly.

This damn world was obviously fine in the morning, but nothing happened when I went online, and no news came out at all.

Why did it suddenly become like this now? There was no warning before, but when it broke out, it seemed to happen all over the world at the same time, catching people off guard and unprepared.

It was as if a huge disaster fell from the sky, taking away everything from them in an instant, including all their daily lives, beautiful memories, loved ones they cared about, and familiar classmates and friends...

"Okay, it's useless to talk any more. What we have to do now is..." Yako Busujima took a deep breath and said seriously.

However, before she finished speaking, she heard a very sudden scream from a girl below, followed by another roar: "Get back! Girls, get back!"

It seemed that there was a group of people on the stairs below who wanted to break out of the school just like them.

However, her luck was really not good. She was probably discovered and surrounded by dead zombies. Now it was time to fight... Busujima Yako's words were interrupted, and she immediately frowned and instinctively He tightened his grip on the wooden knife made of white oak in his hand.

"Get ready to save people!"

Try to take all the survivors with you. This is the strategy they have discussed from the beginning, unless the other party is unwilling to leave, but if possible, they still hope to save as many people as possible.

After all, one more person means more hope. Everyone knows that the end has erupted, and the previous social order no longer exists. Even if there is hope of restoring human civilization to its former glory, no one knows how long it will take.

A few decades is really not the most optimistic estimate anymore. It is just a whim. It is always easier to destroy than to build. Looking at the tragic situation in Bedlord City, one can fully guess what kind of heavy damage the entire civilized society of mankind has suffered. .

Saya Takagi didn't say a word. She pessimistically felt that within her lifetime, if the surviving humans could recover a certain amount of energy, organize a counterattack of sufficient scale, and eliminate most of the infected and mutated zombies, it would be very good... …

Anyway, in this case, living people have really become the most precious resource. Every time one more person joins, the hope of others to survive will increase.

"Hello? Hello, can you hear me? It's the sound check now..."

At this moment, a voice that was not familiar, but not completely unfamiliar, suddenly sounded out. It was heard throughout the school through the loudspeaker equipment of the public address system.

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Everyone was suddenly stunned, and the dead zombies suddenly became commotion.

——Even those who had a target before, because the direction of the target did not continue to make too much noise at this moment, and there was greater noise from other places, they all turned around and changed their route.

They are such mentally handicapped people. Although they seem to be able to continue to move after death, the mentally retarded AI determines that they will not do much.

"Very good, it seems that you can hear it, so next is the advertising time that everyone is most looking forward to... However, because there are no merchants bidding for the advertising space yet, so this link can only be skipped unfortunately."

Xia Ran's voice sounded throughout the campus again, seeming very satisfied, with a hint of joy in her tone.

"Let's get right to the point. The common knowledge we want to popularize today is "Postpartum Care of Sows"... Oh, wait, no, that's not it. Raising pigs is not a common common sense. It's really a low-level mistake. We want to say It’s the Zombie Survival Manual…”

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Is this some sort of grand prize for confusing human behavior?

"Postpartum Care of Sows" is not a piece of common sense, which is true, but does "Zombie Survival Manual" fall into the category of knowledge and skills within this concept?

Even Yako Busujima, who had always been mature and decisive, and acted neatly like a high school girl, seemed a little confused at this moment, as if she was troubled by some problem.

No, that's not right! Now is not the time to think about these incomprehensible problems, you must seize this opportunity to save people... Her confusion only lasted for a few seconds, and she reacted immediately.

The most important thing I should do now is definitely not to think about raising pigs or dealing with the zombie apocalypse. Which one is the real common sense of life...

But except for her, everyone else was obviously like this. They all showed a look of bewilderment on their faces. They were obviously led to a wrong direction of thinking, and their thinking circuit suddenly became very weird.

Having said that, this style of painting is not normal at all. Can you respect this doomsday?

Why do I always feel that whenever this group of people has a deep understanding or awareness of reality, has made up their mind, and is immersed in the tense atmosphere of surviving in the doomsday.

That guy will jump out in a very timely manner, use a heartless behavior, and slap them directly on the face...

In the past, when others were dying, they would slap them hard on the side. Not only did they not bandage and treat their injuries, but they also unethically caused secondary harm to the wounded. But now, he is talking nonsense on the campus radio, preparing to popularize the scientific knowledge of pig raising...

Ah, no, it’s about popularizing survival knowledge to deal with the zombie apocalypse.

"...Before exploring any survival techniques, you must first learn what threatens your survival. Fortunately, the most dangerous infection is caused by direct contact with body fluids. If you don't know it from the beginning, Transform directly, then the next thing to do is to try to avoid this kind of thing..."

"...But it should be noted that I am not just referring to being bitten directly by a zombie. This is by no means the only way of transmission. For example, if you have a wound on your body and it is not protected well, and you are directly splashed by the body fluids of the zombie, There is no hope, just wait to die..."

"...They have very good hearing and can accurately distinguish the direction of sound sources, but the range and frequency of hearing are still equivalent to humans. Their eyes are no longer useful, but because the muscle limiters have been released, their wrist strength is stronger than that of normal people. , you don’t want to wrestle with them..."

The cheerful and brisk voice still sounded in every corner of the campus, broadcasting throughout the school with the help of speakers, causing the dead zombies to continue to roar and commotion, moving towards the nearest loudspeaker equipment.

Sounds are everywhere and are emitted every moment, but their characteristics determine that they cannot be consciously distinguished and filtered. They only know that they instinctively chase the most harsh and obvious sounds and move away.

"I know what he wants to do..."

Saya Takagi was not a combat unit, so after Yako Busujima, Rei Miyamoto and Takashi Komuro set off to rescue the team just now, she stayed where she was and carefully observed the movements of the corpses around her with a complicated expression.

"I know it too... But is it really okay to let him sacrifice like this?" Hirano Toda said with some tangle. He really couldn't bear to watch the calm-looking young man come to an end like this.

Listening to the voice on the radio, which seemed to have a very deliberate smile, he could figure out the despair and sadness behind the other person's forced smile. It almost made people cry, okay?

The boy he was supporting next to him was pale and a little ugly. He actually wanted to say that that guy just had a brain problem. You guys really thought too much...

"How about... let's go back and rescue him? We can't let him die here like this, right?"

Marikawa Shizuka reached out and touched her face, with a troubled look on her face, and cautiously made such a suggestion.

"It's useless. He has observed so many things in such a short period of time. He is definitely not a fool. If he wants to leave here, it will definitely not be a problem. It will be easier than us..."

Takagi Saya said with a gloomy expression.

"But the problem now is that he no longer has the will to live and doesn't want to leave at all. What can we do? And don't think that if he lures away the zombies, we will be relaxed."

The pink-haired girl with twin ponytails pointed forward——

"The school building and parking lot are not easy to pass. Many zombies cannot get out and are still trapped inside. If we want to take this road, we must face them, and there are still wounded in our team..."

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"...This science popularization ends here. Also, the current broadcast has attracted a large number of zombies. Those who want to escape from the school should take this opportunity to pass through the previously blocked regional roads."

Xia Ran showed the qualities of a good announcer and quickly explained all the information and suggestions he had.

"Remember - hesitation will lead to defeat." After saying the last sentence, he moved the microphone away, then quickly found a song and prepared to play it on a loop.

"Where to go next?"

Left hand asked calmly.

"First go to the Archery Department to get a weapon suitable for me. The sound of the firearm is too loud, even if it is equipped with a silencer, it has great limitations, and the kinetic energy of the bullet is too strong. I use my current mental power to forcefully correct the trajectory and let it It’s a bit too difficult to track the target, so I’d better use a bow and arrow..."

Xia Ran thought for a while and slapped his palm.

"Then, there seems to be a guy like Mr. Wisteria? Let's go kill him! It's such a happy decision!"