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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Zaped
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The car sped along the highway. Clouds in the sky. Wasteland and road on the ground.
Silence in the car.
It was like returning to my regular barbershop.
The barber in the neighborhood where I lived was a man who only said “How would you like it cut?” and “All done.” He didn’t cut my hair any better or cheaper than other places, but the fact that he didn’t say anything unnecessary was enough to make him a regular customer.
But this level of silence was enough to make even that taciturn barber say something.
All living things cannot endure unnecessary tension. They have to release it somehow.
So, Camilla beside me tapped her foot slightly, the imposing woman in front of me sipped her drink little by little, and the man in the driver’s seat discreetly picked his nose and blew it out with a “Phew.”
Finally, the woman sipping the alcohol broke the silence first.
“Handsome man. Are you used to this kind of situation?”
The imposing woman glanced at me. Camilla answered for me.
“I’m trying my best.”
“I asked the handsome man.”
The woman’s question was answered by the man in the driver’s seat.
“Right side, 4 o’clock.”
Instead of scolding him, the woman picked up her rifle.
However, she didn’t release the safety or load it. At 4 o’clock on the right, about 400 meters away, a motorcycle was following them.
The woman opened the glove compartment and took out a small hand mirror and waved it out the window.
Camilla’s eyes narrowed as she watched the motorcycle. Fortunately, the motorcycle gradually moved away.
“What was that just now?”
I asked after everyone put down their rifles and waited a while.
“It means that if they get too close, we’ll shoot them.”
Maintaining a firing range distance. It seemed to be an unspoken rule among those who traveled the road.
At the point where the divided highway merged, a car ahead of us also flashed its mirror. The driver slowed down, and after the car shrunk to a small dot, he increased his speed again.
For some reason, I felt a little uneasy.
Camilla seemed to feel the same way as she cleared her throat and slightly twisted her body. But that was all.
After that, there was a careful exchange of information.
We didn’t have to be overly curious, and they didn’t try to pry.
Unnecessary information was inconvenient for both sides.
They simply exchanged only the necessary information, just enough to ensure that this old car safely reached its destination in the Human Protection Zone.
In terms of exchanging only the necessary information, I was much more skilled than Camilla.
Although, in the current situation where Camilla was pressing her chest tightly against her chest, it would be difficult for anyone to converse.
Nevertheless, the scenery gradually changed. First, there were more abandoned and burned cars.
Worn-out containers, tattered tent villages, and sandbags with dried blood were visible.
After passing the guidepost, a grim warning sign appeared. It was spray-painted on an intact sign. ‘Immediate Execution for Disobeying Inspection.’ ‘Hamton is Hell, Turn Back.’ ‘Repent Before the Goddess of Hunger.’
Soon, the tollbooth appeared. There were more than 20 lanes. Soldiers with rifles were stationed everywhere. The driver entered the lane with the shortest queue.
The <14th National Military Police> flag fluttered.
The barrier rose, and the car moved slowly. The car stopped at the ‘Stop’ sign, and everyone got out according to the ‘Turn off the engine and exit’ signal. Leaving the guns in the car, they walked slowly with their arms raised.
“The driver opens the car door, trunk, and hood. The rest stand in front of the thermal imaging camera. Proceed.”
The soldiers did not search our bodies. This was the first checkpoint.
They only checked if we were zombies based on our body temperature.
After passing here, we would reach the second checkpoint where detailed identification would be possible.
Camilla and the brokers had already made all the necessary preparations. So, there should be no problem passing this checkpoint. The driver passed. The imposing woman also passed. Next was Camilla.
“Wait.”
Professionally, Camilla did not show any signs of discomfort. She simply stepped back slowly. The soldiers watching the monitor shrugged their shoulders and laughed.
“Hey. Frog.”
“Me?”
Camilla’s voice was like a boy going through puberty. An awkward pitch, straining to reach a higher register.
“You have bigger breasts than most women. Do you exercise at all? And stop sweating so much. You’re as hot as sous vide pork.”
He seemed to think of Camilla as an obese and sweaty man.
‘Zombie eyes,’ I thought as I stepped forward.
“Wait.”
The imposing woman grumbled.
“What is it now?”
The senior soldier replied.
“His body temperature is high.”
“Did he get bitten?”
“By you?”
“Why? Are you horny too? Want to try it here?”
“I’m the kind of person who only works during work hours.”
While they were arguing, a sergeant with a mustache approached. He was wearing a pistol on his waist.
“What’s going on?”
“This guy’s body temperature is high. I was about to check if he was bitten.”
The sergeant looked at the monitor and then at me.
“Over there. Step back and stand in front of the camera again.”
Instead of taking off my clothes, I did as he said. The sergeant stroked his mustache.
“37.7 degrees?
It’s ambiguous.”
I looked behind me. The cars were starting to back up slightly. Everyone had a frustrated expression on their faces.
‘I should shoot all these soldiers and reverse the car,’ I thought, but then I thought of shooting the grenade hanging from the waist of the man in front of me.
“Over there. What’s your name?”
I gave him the alias I had prepared.
“Caesar.”
“All of you, get back in the car.”
The trunk was also closed, and we got back in the car. However, only one of the double barriers at the entrance opened. The one further away did not open.
“What the hell?
Not opening?”
“Turn on the hazard lights and move to the left quarantine room. All of you. If you do anything stupid, you’ll die there. I’ll inform the inside as well, so don’t even think about it. Next, move!”
The soldiers all pointed their rifles at us. I picked up my rifle.
“Ah, these bastards are causing trouble again.”
Disappointingly, the driver started the car with a ‘whoosh’. The woman took a long gulp of wine and let out a long, ‘K’ sound. The woman looked back at us.
“You guys aren’t newcomers, are you?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Usually, they cause a scene here. Then my beloved husband and I would shoot them and be done with it. You guys would be reported as zombies, and we would receive a reward and go home. But you guys are surprisingly calm.”
I guess it’s a convenient excuse. The dead don’t talk, and the shooter can simply say, ‘I thought he was a zombie.’
“So?
You’re not going to shoot us now?”
“No reason to. If you’re really infected, if your blood splatters on me, I’ll become a zombie too. I don’t want to lose the rest of my reward money.”
“I see.
You’re not worried about losing the rest of your reward money, are you?”
Camilla hissed from behind. The woman shrugged her shoulders.
“Nothing much. Just take off your clothes and get your blood drawn. You’ll be fine after staying here for a day.”
I returned to my seat. Camilla let out a long, heavy sigh. “Phew-hew.” It sounded like she was about to exhale a cloud of smoke.
The smell of canned mackerel became even stronger.
She was playing the role of an obese, smelly man well.
But if I had to take off my clothes… What then?
If I revealed my true self…
‘I’ll just kill everyone and escape.’
I considered options like grabbing a gun and escaping, but then I remembered that we were in a confined space.
‘Let’s just wait.’
I decided to wait and see how things unfolded.
The woman in the white coat and gas mask approached us with a cart. A soldier in a chemical protection suit pointed his rifle at us.
“Stay seated. If you disobey, you’ll be shot. I don’t want to see that either. Let’s finish this quickly. We need to confirm infection. One by one, please take off your clothes. Body check, blood test, and then you can leave after staying here for a day.”
Camilla let out a heavy sigh, “Phew-hew.”
The driver and the imposing woman frowned. Apparently, they assumed Camilla was a man.
But if she took off her clothes now…her incredible figure would be revealed. A figure no man could ever possess.
Those disease control officials wouldn’t care, but those brokers would.
If they realized that the man they thought was a man was actually a woman, they would definitely be suspicious.
Then I would be in danger too.
No choice. I had to use this.
I slowly stood up, demonstrating my ‘masculinity.’ I arrogantly tilted my chin, placed one hand on my waist, and grabbed the hem of my pants with the other. I slightly moved my thumb to unbutton the top button of my pants…
“Wait a minute! You really know Cassandra?”
The woman in the white coat waved her hand in a flustered manner.
“I don’t think so. I should say ‘getting to know her’ is more accurate. Ahahaha.”
Now, I slightly twisted my hips to make…
“Wait! I’ll be right back! I need to make a phone call!”
What a pity. I couldn’t even show her the ‘half’ of it.
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