“Gather the stuffs first! Only the necessities, don’t bring anything unnecessary!” Byul commanded as he pointed his finger in the room.
Everyone immediately run after his order and went to pick up the things and hurriedly put it inside the backpack. Byul glanced at them for a moment and become satisfied with their actions.
Byul prompt himself as he gave one look below. The group leading the front, followed by a hundred vicious looking zombies made his hand itch. Byul clicked his tongue. If only, if only this world could have abilities, he would never hesitate but it’s not the case.
He then turned his head towards Winston and saw the rifle hanging on his shoulder. Without much thought, he pointed his fingers down below and coldly said: “Shoot the front, aim for the head. Don’t let the zombies bite.”
Hearing him, Winston immediately pointed his gun and followed, the sound of noisy gunshot alarmed those who are below and instinctively looked up. Winston shoot still, not stopping as he spend the bullets like running water.
The survivors breathed a sigh of relief and started running even faster than before. The people aren’t dumb and didn’t run straight to the building rather they turned aside and let the zombies chase them while Winston fired nonstop.
Byul was satisfied and slowly walked towards the barricades, leaving the rest up to his teammates. He stepped outside and descend the stairs quietly, as if taking a leisure trip down the street.
Stanley stood up, packed everything necessary as he simply zipped the backpack. He then looked around and saw the fool missing. He wrinkled his brows, thought for a bit and finally dashed out of the room.
“F*ck! Where is he?” He yelled as his eyes swept across the hall but not a single strand of the idiot’s hair was seen. He took a meaningful glance at Winston, who in a focused mode, said in a serious tone that Byul had gone down to see what he can do to help.
Stanley quickly reacted and without hesitation jumped over the barricades and descend the stairs to chase after the idiot. Winston sighed, having worrywart would only drag the team behind but this thought he brushed it off, thinking that they’re only a temporary group.
He fired his gun and soon he run out of bullets. The soldier reached on his pocket, reload the gun and decided to shoot again.
Those hundreds of zombies got reduced by a bit and Winston couldn’t help but worry about their safety. It has come to this, seriously they’re coming at them nonstop. His ammunition would run out before he even killed half of them. Winston simply felt helpless and hoped that guy would think of a way.
After all, even if it’s just temporary, they’re a team anyways.
The students carried the bags and put it down near the hall as they look below and saw the pack of viciously running zombies after the group. With a loud ‘bang’ the head of the zombie exploded as the blood splattered next to the last survivor.
‘That was close’ Winston thought as he wiped off the cold sweat on his face. It would be a huge trouble if one got bitten by a zombie again. He pulled the trigger once more, only aiming at the zombies near the survivors and one last, he fired his best shot but then the worst case scenario had came.
‘Click. Click..’
Winston paused, and soon he gritted his teeth and silently cursed. “Fuck, I ran out of bullets.”
He grope around his chest pocket but he felt nothing. His ammunition had ran out even before killing a quarter of those zombies.
As he was losing his composure, the council member spoke.
“We should go down.”
Winston didn’t even think for a bit and simply took the bags and went over the barricades. He was then followed by the two and soon they descend the stairs leaving their previous base behind.
Byul had just reached the ground floor. He look around, quite excited and soon sped up his pace as he run towards the entrance of the building. It has only been five minutes passed and estimating the exact time they should reached the building, they must be at the front by now.
Byul stretched his arms wide and walked out the building in a confident pose. After a while, he saw the group running followed by a hundreds of zombies.
‘Only a few’ Byul frown in disappointment. He felt that he trust people too easy. He didn’t even get to kill a quarter. What a let down. With that thought, he simply sighed and waved his hand while shouting the words on top of his lungs.
“Right here!”
Stanley who was in the second floor heard him and immediately felt his rage burning. What the hell is that idiot doing?! Is he seriously seeking death! He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the stairs leading to the ground floor.
Byul saw the group turning towards him and without even bothering to be so conspicuous, Byul picked up a rock, the debris was scattered around and he assumed that this could be enough to defend himself for a while.
As the group was nearing the building, Byul readied himself. In a low whisper, he asked his system.
“Can you count them up.”
In a second, Cici immediately replied. “Over five hundred.”
“Anyone infected?”
“Zero.” Cici instantly replied.
Byul smirked, satisfied. “No holding back then.”
After a few minutes, the group reached the entrance of the building. Not only did they stepped inside, they immediately turned their bodies and knelt to set up their guns. In a while, the shooting began.
Byul took one great look at the group who’s now crouching down the ground and shooting back towards the zombies. In a muffled sound, bullets start firing, one accurate headshot after another. The snipers were fast and they quickly reload their guns after ammunition ran out.
With a satisfied smile, Byul let go of the rocks in his hand and simply watched them kill the zombies. Not long after, Stanley reached the ground floor and found him standing next to the crowd, smiling like a total idiot.
He slowly avert his gaze and saw the people crouching on the ground as they all aimed at the zombies. After noticing his presence, the idiot shifted his gaze at him. In full smiles, Byul said. “Not bad right?”
“Tsk.”