A Journey Through the Universes

Somehow we were going to go to the port. Just at the end of all the dissatisfied decided to quit. Don't like the port? Do you want a temple? Well, take your like-minded people and scratch wherever you want. Do you have a desire to stay and wait for the military? Please, but without us.

As a result, after grumbling a little, all the dissatisfied went to the port. And the path, as expected, turned out to be difficult, or even better to say terrible.

And he was terrible from the very beginning. And it was mostly people who made it this way, not zombies.

To begin with, this whole crowd can be divided into groups.

The first are the guards - in this group is my team, Soichiro's people and ordinary guys who wanted to help protect people.

The second are civilians - the group is so called because there are ordinary people in it who did not find the courage to take up arms and porters transporting provisions to the port.

Still others are fanatics - in this group are all those who have gone too far with the cuckoo in an effort to worship the almighty. They are also those who want to go to a large temple in the mountains, which is located far away.

And the latter are whiners - this group includes those who still do not understand that the old days are gone and darker ones have come. They are the ones who think zombies are just sick people and think that killing them is illegal and even terrible.

They wanted to stay on the estate and wait for the help of the police or the military. Also, this group infuriates everyone, even more than the same fanatics.

If those minds are confused, what can you do? It is the last thing to be offended by a mentally ill person. These seem to be healthy in mind, but they are dumb as a cork or pretend to be stupid.

They only cause eternal disputes, whining, demands and other various tricks

These fools do not understand that the law protecting them is no longer valid and they cannot demand anything from anyone. Especially from people guarding them on the principle of "If not us, then who?"

The "defenders" have little pressure from the undead, so these whiners with their quirks rattle the nerves and encourage others to do the same.

In general, in the shortest possible time, all the "guards" fiercely hated this gang.

With zombies, everything is not smooth either. Due to the fact that they became nimble and sighted, everyone had a hard time. Although I helped, killing more than half of the attackers from the "Tihar", there were still victims. The only good thing is that all the victims died instantly without suffering.

Only one hundred and fifty people left the camp. By the middle of the way, we had lost nine.

However, they are to blame. Having succumbed to panic, the crowd scattered in different directions and it was hard for the "militia" to keep track of everyone.

Eight of them were eaten. One, by pure chance, was shot in the head by a Soichiro man.

However, in addition to losses, there were also additions, because such a large convoy could not be overlooked by other survivors.

Thirty-four people joined us. We are in the black, so to speak. Although it doesn't sound very good, but what can I do.

The middle of our way was a sleeping area, and we reached it safely.

However, it also started raining. The infection... the noisy rain certainly helped us, but getting sick in these times is almost always fatal.

Walking deep into it, I immediately caught sight of a large barricade of all sorts of things and a woman who was standing under it and shouted indignantly.

– YOU BASTARDS! –

– My God! It's my mom! Ray exclaimed, delighted and at the same time embarrassed when she heard what her mother was screaming.

– AT FIRST, I THREW IT ALL OUT BECAUSE OF YOU! AND NOW I HAVE TO STUFF ALL THIS STUFF BACK IN! She shouted furiously, holding a bag full of provisions and other useful things in her hand.

– Oh! I'm glad she's okay. Takashi said, as if what he saw was an ordinary everyday occurrence.

"Is that what Mom is like, Ray?" Saeko said slowly, in a deep voice.

The barrel of a shotgun poked out from behind the barricades at the lamentations of Ray's mom.

– I don't know anything about it! I don't care! Get out of here, or I'll give you an extra hole. A rather deep male voice came from the other side.

– Are you afraid of a weak woman, cowards! Weaklings! Come out and say it to my face! Kiriko shouted, waving her yari.

What can we say about Miyamoto Kiriko already? In appearance, she is extremely similar to Ray, a more mature Ray. Well, the hair, as for me, is a little short. With her figure, you can't take her from behind for a boy, but still…

The color of her hair is slightly darker than her daughter's, and bright almond eyes perfectly decorated her face. The character, as you can see, is fighting.

– Mom! Ray shouted and with tears in her eyes, grabbed Kiriko in a bear hug.

– Ray! My daughter! Wow, there are so many of you! Oh and Takashi is here!" she said, seeing her daughter, then noticing us and the large convoy that had fallen behind.

– Mom! What's going on here? Why are you shouting? Do you really want to attract these creatures with sound? –

– Oh, I'm just really upset. I volunteered to go find supplies for myself and the neighbors, and now they don't want to let me back in. It looks like it's all because of the suspicious types they launched while I was away.… And now they are united against me. –

– Drop them, Mom! Come with us! –

– Do you have a place to go? Do you have a plan? –

- yes! We were going to go to the port with this convoy, which was assembled by Sai's father, Takagi Soichiro. He's going to set up a new camp there. We are going to find relatives and get to the islands by ship, where it will certainly be safer! –

– Oh, your plan has a lot of pitfalls. It's better to get to the school where Takashi's mom works. There is an evacuation site declared by the self-defense forces. –

While everyone else was trying to persuade Kiriko to come with us, I decided to look behind the barricade. Fortunately, growth allowed.

Standing on tiptoe, my "locators" had a wonderful view of those muddy guys who recently arrived at this small camp.

All with cold weapons at the ready. Someone even with a firearm. The brazen and far from pleasant appearance in tattoos said that they were Yakuza. Now everything is clear.

As I heard, Miyamoto Kiriko used to work in the police, and she sent quite a lot of such guys to jail or to the hospital. That's really how lucky.

Apparently they haven't forgotten her. And they certainly don't want to mess with her once again. Even with a gunshot. And this is something, yes it says.

I am almost sure that this mini-camp will be offered to join the convoy. I hope they refuse and stay here. There are enough woodpeckers already. Yakuza will clearly be superfluous in this hodgepodge. Although they probably fight well, but no. Well, whatever.