novelHeart-Pounding Nagisa Paradise by Jinnai Shinobu (2)
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It looked like the area around the kotatsu was going to remain her territory after all. If Shinobu, the legendary Furutsubaki Meister, had been there, he could have driven her to ecstasy by listing off 100 good points about each of those two Youkai who were nearly indistinguishable, but the Nekomata was sick of it all and decided to leave the room for a while.
The floorboards were too cold to curl up on the veranda in November, and there was another commotion out in the yard anyway.
The Yuki Onna was hopping up and own with her hands in the air.
"It's here. My season is finally here!! The first snow... My virgin snow!! Heh... eh heh heh... eh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!!"
"Seriously? That explains why it's been so cold today. Snow is such a pain when it accumulates..."
The Nekomata was really annoyed now, but the Yuki Onna was not listening.
"Keh heh heh. Yes, yes. I can feel my power growing... This is what it means to be a Yuki Onna. The summer heat was robbing me of half my charm before, but look at me now, Jinnai Shinobu! This is a true Yuki Onna!!"
"She's at full power? Is she going to turn into a fully grown woman or something?"
The Yuki Onna's small body began to glow and the glow soon grew to an explosion of light. A flash of light as bright as the sun lasted a few seconds.
And afterwards...
"... Wait."
"Ahh..."
The Yuki Onna was now even younger.
If Jinnai Shinobu had seen it, he probably would have covered his face with his hands.
The sleeves of her kimono had also changed to create snowflake cut-outs.
The Zashiki Warashi had come out after hearing the commotion, and she narrowed her eyes while giving her opinion.
"Which way are you trying to go?"
"Come to think of it, you had something of a chest during the summer, didn't you? Don't tell me the more power you get from the weather, the smaller you get."
"But didn't she get smaller when the hot bathwater weakened her? She melted a little."
"So she shrinks when it's hot and she shrinks when it's cold? I can already imagine that lustful kid holding his head in his hands."
The Yuki Onna's white clothing was a symbol of virginity, so it was not altogether wrong for her to grow more virginal the more her power grew.
There were also stories of travelers inviting the Yuki Onna to take a hot bath, not knowing what she was, and then finding an icicle floating in the tub.
In other words, she could easily grow smaller whichever direction she went.
"Well, if she's happy, I guess that's all that matters."
"It looks like a kind of curse to me."
But as the other two Youkai were speaking...
"... ?"
The Zashiki Warashi's gaze jumped upwards.
Part 8
It was beginning to snow a little.
I heard occasional heavy clunking noises as the large dump trunk drove through the city that reeked of death. Nagisa and I were sitting in the large metal bucket on the back, so we couldn't see what was going on outside. However, that may have been for the best.
I couldn't see anything in the horizontal direction, but I could see a little bit when I looked upwards.
An old man on a building's rooftop was burning a banner to call for help. The banner was advertising a winter festival, so the Kasha-chan was smiling and announcing that Shouryou City, Kumotsu City, and other partner cities around the country would be celebrating too.
I saw plenty of windows stained red by something on the inside.
Occasionally, a window would shatter and a bunch of violent white-haired figures would pour down like a waterfall.
There were even some living people who had lost all hope and jumped out on their own.
And that was only a small fraction of our surroundings. If I had a clear view of everything, it might have fried some kind of wiring inside me.
"It's like a zombie movie..."
I heard a voice from my cellphone.
It belonged to Kamimaki-san in the driver's seat. With some of us inside the truck and some of us outside, we couldn't speak directly, so we were using our phones as transceivers. Instead of talking via a cellphone tower like normal, our phones were directly connected to each other. I think it was using the same service that wirelessly connects your phone to your printer. Yes, it was the same thing Ranzono Sachi had used during that Oomukade incident.
There was an incredibly simple reason we were using them that way.
Phone calls, emails, and even emergency calls to the police or firefighters weren't working. Basically, anything that used the cellphone towers. Due to all this trouble, I hadn't actually gotten a replacement phone or battery and I was a little worried about it overheating, but I had much bigger things to worry about.
"There are corpses everywhere. Some have been torn to pieces and others have gotten up after being eaten. I don't know what's going on, but it looks like the dead become one of them."
Zombies.
Hearing that word almost made me laugh. The common sense governing this small world of mine had completely broken if I needed to use that word to plan for survival.
"What caused it doesn't matter, " I said."Someone else will look into it. Let's leave that to the police and focus on getting out of the city. Staying here would be way too dangerous."
"Agreed. But this definitely isn't normal. I wonder if a Package related to some kind of Youkai is involved."
Another vibration shook the truck.
I grimaced and leaned my back against the wall of the giant bucket.
I suppressed the urge to vomit.
It might have been a rural city, but an asphalt road would never be that bumpy. Then what was causing those vibrations? No one was worrying about the traffic lights and zombies were wandering around in search of prey, so what was it the dump truck's tires were running over?
It wasn't hard to figure out.
Ahh, ahh.
The dead were rising, zombies were flooding the streets, and human forms were devouring human flesh. I was focusing on all of that, but was it possible we had actually killed more people than anyone else in this city?
"What's the matter, Shinobu-chan?"
"... Nagisa?"
"You don't look well. If you're worried about something, I might be able to help.... Hee hee. A couple is supposed to share their troubles and their joys."
Nagisa was acting completely normal while embracing the bloody shovel like a stuffed animal.
What had made her like this?
My relationship with her had completely crumbled during middle school, but something else had more directly broken her.
"Don't look so depressed. You didn't do anything wrong. What? Did you want me to punch you or something?"
Her grandfather had said that to me.
Yes, that was it.
She had always had a St. Bernard with her. Like the Zashiki Warashi for me, that dog had been her partner since before she had even been born. But a pet was not the same as a Youkai. Even if the delicious food of an Intellectual Village allowed them to live a longer and happier life than normal, a dog would grow old in ten or fifteen years and they could even succumb to a variety of illnesses. Their motor functions could deteriorate, their organs could grow diseased, or they could come down with dementia or Alzheimer's.
That St. Bernard's final days had been especially bad. He apparently hadn't been able to distinguish his owner of over a decade from a complete stranger. He couldn't move very well, but he had bared his fangs and barked at anyone who came close. Even his family had to be careful when giving him his food or they would get bitten. That had apparently continued for quite a while.
But one night, he had been unable to get up inside his cage and he had continued drooling and barking without end. Nagisa had apparently approached him then.
The shriek that had followed had apparently been indelibly burned into her grandfather's ears.
When Nagisa had returned, she had been covered in blood. That was the result of embracing the St. Bernard for a long, long time while he could not recognize her. She had been torn up from being bitten all over, but she had given a two word report with her expression frozen in place like ice: "It's over."
What had that felt like?
Saying that he wasn't human was no consolation. He had been with her since the moment she was born, if not earlier, and she had to have completely taken his presence for granted. Even if he could not be spoken with, he was still a member of her family. What had it felt like to watch his life declining, see him do nothing but suffer, and then take his life with her own hands in the very, very end? The rest of her family had been unable to do it, but that girl had borne all the responsibility and been broken by it.
It would be a lot like me breaking that Good-for-Nothing Youkai's neck.
"So it wasn't your fault. It's our fault that Nagisa started pursuing 'eternal love' and 'unbreakable bonds' like they were the mantra of some kind of cult. If you stay with Nagisa now, it really would wear down your life. No one will blame you if you leave her."
After thinking through all that, I slowly shook my head.
I was fleeing reality in favor of my thoughts. My memories of Nagisa weren't going to show me a way to survive this extreme situation. The only reason I was losing myself in those memories was to avoid facing the reality before my eyes.
"What do we do now?"
I didn't want to stay in this city, so I was all for leaving. But would we really be safe then? Who ever said this disaster was limited to this one city?
Besides, the Intellectual Village we lived in was only a mountain away. If this had spread there, the situation could hardly be worse.
I had a phone, but I couldn't reach them.
If I could only call the Zashiki Warashi's smartphone and check to see if they were okay, I could lift one weight from my heart.
My thoughts were cut off again.
I heard a loud sound of clashing metal. The dump truck came to a sudden stop and both Nagisa and I were shaken around in the giant bucket. We ended up in a pile together. I could feel her soft body in my arms, but I focused on shouting into my phone.
"What happened!?"
"Th-this is Nozaki! Um, the way is blocked by crashed cars. A whole bunch of cars were abandoned after crashing. We tried to push through them with the dump truck's power, but it isn't working very well..."
"This is awful..."
The truck backed up and drove down a different road, but the situation gradually came into focus.
"Shinobu-chan, it looks like there are traffic jams on all the roads."
"Of course there are. If a single car is stopped on the road, it stops everyone behind it."
"Eh heh. But we'll be fine. We know each other well enough to fight in the line at an amusement park."
Things were awfully quiet for a traffic jam. I couldn't hear any angrily honking horns or the rumbling of engines. The stillness of death hung over everything.
But that was hardly surprising. It was obvious what the zombies would do to the drivers once the cars came to a stop. The more victims there were, the more abandoned cars there were. Everyone would of course try to leave the city with this going on, so the routes out of the city had been the first to be blocked up by abandoned cars. The bridges and tunnels were probably impassable.
Even the heavy dump truck could not defy the prearranged layout of the roads. We couldn't leave the roads and destroy the city as we went.
I could hear the three in the driver's compartment arguing.
"What do we do!? Avoiding the traffic jams is fine, but aren't we just circling around and around now!?"
"But we can't just stop! There are zombies everywhere. If we stop, they'll grab onto the truck!!"
"But we don't have an unlimited supply of gas. Wh-what do we do?"
What to do now really was the million dollar question. The more we avoided the traffic jams and abandoned cars, the farther we moved from the city's exits. But even if we tried to force our way out, not even this dump truck could keep moving while pushing aside all those cars. If we hit our limit and came to a stop, we would definitely be surrounded by zombies. But even if we drove around aimlessly, we would run out of gas and meet the same fate.
"Hey, Shinobu-chan. Maybe it would be best to find somewhere to hide before we run out of gas."
"But where!? Schools and hospitals are covered in windows. If we holed up in there, the zombies could get in from just about anywhere!"
The dump truck was actually a decent fortress since it was a moving box and a moving weapon.
However, it would not last forever.
The routes out of the city were blocked off. If we just drove around inside the city, we would only be waiting until we ran out of gas.
I started to panic, but then I looked up into the sky.
Wait...
"Hey, doesn't Bozen City sometimes do that... what's it called? That sport where you fly around with a giant propeller attached to a parachute-like thing! Para... um, para... what was it? Oh, damn. I thought of it not long ago."
"Paragliding."
"Yes, that! Paragliding! I don't know the details, though!!"
"Yes, there's something like that at the mountain peak. Was it called the Dog Square? They have a facility that raises one or two hundred pedigree dogs. I believe it doubles as a paragliding airfield."
"Do you have to bring your own machine or can you rent them?"
They all briefly fell silent.
Yes. Even if we couldn't get out, as long as we could freely use the roads inside the city, we could drive up to the mountain peak. And if we escaped through the sky, we wouldn't have to worry about the zombies biting at us.
"I don't know, but it's a better bet than waiting around for us to run out of gas."
I heard the large tires tearing into the road and the dump truck changed direction.
We were on our way to the air route.
If this didn't work, our situation was going to be hopeless indeed.
Part 9
The dump truck drove along a mountain road.
Riding along that winding road in a giant truck was disconcerting enough, but it was also beginning to snow and we had neither tire chains nor studless tires.
Leaving the city center distanced us from the bloody hell of those damn zombies, so I stood up inside the bucket and checked on the outside world from above the side.
"With the weather like this, we might have been screwed if we'd taken half an hour longer to make up our minds, " said Kamimaki-san as he drove.
Unlike in the Intellectual Village, this mountain was not highly maintained. I had expected nothing but dense woods, but it looked like things were different here. I could see some occasional roofs along the slope.
"There are houses here, " I commented."Why would they build them in such an inconvenient place?"
"Um, I've heard this was actually the original Bozen City."
"?"
"Or maybe I should say that, in an older age, the height of your residence was directly linked to your social status in Bozen City. The social classes were arranged from the peak to the base. The base has been developed more in recent years for transportation and the other services, but real estate, banks, and other important stores are still built on the mountain."
That was enough to depress me.
If there were a ton of people on the mountain, then there could be zombies here too.
I was thinking about that, but Nagisa seemed to be thinking about something else entirely.
"But in that case, why is that Dog Square place at the very peak, Shinobu-chan?"
"What?"
"The peak of the mountain would be the best spot, right? So I would have expected to find a castle or mansion there."
It was admittedly strange, but the local data on this neighboring town didn't matter right now. We needed to focus on how to survive these zombies.
"I'd like to get to the peak before the snow really starts piling up, " said Kamimaki-san as the dump truck started across a metal bridge over a valley.
"Shinobu-chan, do you know how to fly a paraglider?"
"I don't want to think about it. We can only pray it's easier than riding a unicycle."
"Eh heh heh. If we're going to do it, we should ride one together. Do they call that riding tandem? You can be below and I'll be on top. I'll be on your lap like this."
She seemed happy with anything as long as it involved romance.
I breathed a sigh at her overall happiness, but then explosions occurred at the base of the bridge's legs.
The bridge began to fall, starting from the back.
In this short time, I'd come to understand something.
No matter how unreasonable the situation and even if you didn't know who was responsible, you still wanted to complain.
"Bwah!? Wh-what the hell is this!? Why would you do that!?"
The dump truck shook violently.
Someone had likely covered explosives in adhesive and dangled them down on ropes to stick them in place. Only the back of the bridge had been blown up, but the damage created differences in height along the rest of the bridge too. It was falling. It was being swallowed up by the bottom of the valley. An extra large tremor ran through the truck, so I guessed Kamimaki-san had floored it. It sounded like the engine was going to burn out and the 10+ ton mass raced along the newly sloped bridge.
We just barely made it.
As soon as the truck reached the opposite end of the valley, the bridge completely fell away.
"What do you think that was!?" asked Kamimaki-san.
"If they were targeting us, they would have placed the bomb in the middle of the road instead of on the bridge, " I answered."Maybe they were trying to close the castle gates so none of the zombies can get in from the city at the base of the mountain."
"Hmm. In that case, Shinobu-chan..."
"I don't know where they came from, but the area up here might still be safe."
Part of that assumption was the fact that my heart couldn't bear the alternative.
"We can't exactly complain when we've been running right through all the red lights with this dump truck, but it's hard to believe they're already doing this, " said Akehara-san."They're willing to use explosives to stay alive, and they're willing to block the route to anyone else who might need to escape. The zombies might not be all we have to worry about. If we don't do something soon, we won't be able to trust any humanoid creatures we-..."
She trailed off because the large dump truck gently braked in the middle of the mountain road.
We were just approaching a large thatch-roof house built to be buried in the greenery.
I could see outside by peering over the bucket's walls, but I couldn't see straight ahead because the driver's compartment was even taller.
"Why did we stop?" I asked.
"There are a few metal drums lying in the way.... They aren't more bombs, are they?"
"No, wait. Wait!! Kamimaki-san, back up now!!"
"Eh? Nozaki-san?"
"They aren't bombs! Oh, honestly. They were meant to make us stop the-... !!"
It happened before she could finish.
With the sound of splitting air, orange sparks scattered from the bucket's side wall.
At first I couldn't figure out why lightning had struck so nearby, but my mind slowly caught up and sent a chill out to my body.
A hunting... rifle!?
"If you don't want to die, then get out of there! Hand over the truck and we won't kill you!!"
"Yes! Someone finally drove by. We're saved! Now we can reach the paragliders at the peak. That thread of hope is ours!!"
Four or five men and women came out of hiding. They may have shared a box because they all held identical cigarettes in their mouths. There was a fairly steep slope just beyond the guardrail and they had apparently been hiding at that cliff-like point waiting for a vehicle to drive by.
Were they from the house right nearby? Or were they someone else entirely?
"You, blond boy in the back there!! You get out too. That leaves you with more of a chance than being shot and dumped on the road."
I raised my hands when they aimed my way using a hunting rifle with a wooden stock.
I couldn't make careless eye contact and I had to keep my thoughts silently in my head.
Nagisa.
She was sitting next to me in the giant bucket and rubbing her cheek against my thigh. She and her knit kitty nurse outfit were completely hidden from view, so no one had noticed that extreme yandere girl was there.
"..."
Her fingertips left my leg and she started to grab the shovel next to her instead. I placed a foot on the shovel's handle as an unseen sign that she should stop. Then I obeyed the ambushers' instructions and got out of the dump truck.
Akehara-san, Kamimaki-san, and Nozaki-san left the driver's seat and passenger's seat at about the same time. It didn't look like the ambushers were after money because they didn't show any interest in Akehara-san's earring or Nozaki-san's cloth pouch.
Strangely, the homemade weapon made by wrapping barbed wire around a metal bat seemed much more ominous than the hunting rifle.
I gulped and asked a question.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Look in the mirror and you'll understand. The only difference is whether we tried everything we could to survive or not."
"How much do you know about the zombies? What are they!?"
"Let me ask you this: would you tell us if our situations were reversed?"
Black-haired Kamimaki-san forced out his voice despite the corner of his mouth convulsing a little.
"P-please wait. The back of the truck can probably hold a dozen people. I'll give you the key and I don't care who's in the driver's seat, but you have no real reason to leave us here!"
"I don't know what you've done to get this far, but did you take on even one extra survivor in that time?"
"..."
"This is the same. It isn't about how many people will fit. How long will this zombie panic continue? How much food and water will we have? How many weapons and shields will we have? The more people we have, the more people will screw up and turn into zombies. And we don't even know how many paragliders there are at the peak. So what possible reason do we have for picking up more living people?"
A reason.
In this world, you had to weigh a human life against that word.
Even something as basic as stopping on the red light and crossing on the green light seemed horribly distant now.
"There you have it. We'll leave you here, but we won't kill you. We won't do anything as sleazy as bring just the girls with us either. Not because we have a conscience left, though. Because we don't have time to get sidetracked with something like that. Oh, but you can still try to reach the peak without the truck. And if there are any paragliders left after we've escaped, then you might be able to escape too."
That was when I spotted something incredibly unpleasant out of the corner of my eye: Nagisa.
That girl poked her head above the bucket wall to peer out.
What is she doing?
Immediately, my thoughts seemed to explode into a million pieces.
Oh, no.
She hadn't been swinging her shovel around beheading people because they were zombies.
She placed all seven billion people on this planet into one of four categories: Enemy, ally, not interested, and extreme love. The zombies had fallen into the "enemy" category for her. Then what about these people trying to steal our dump truck... no, these people aiming weapons at Jinnai Shinobu?
I could tell sweat was pouring from my body.
We had hardly been in the clear before, but this would definitely step completely out of bounds.
But even as I started breathing heavily, the situation had progressed far further than I could have imagined.
Nagisa grinned and pointed her slender finger into the distance.
A moment later, I heard a dull sound and a chunk of flesh was bitten out of the hunting rifle man's shoulder.
"Ah... eh?"
His eyes opened to the limit at this sudden pain. Meanwhile, time continued to pass. I heard a wet sound. I saw white hair, muddy eyes, and purple skin. A monster with chunks of flesh missing from his side and thigh similarly chewed on someone else's flesh.
It was a zombie.
Five or six of them had suddenly appeared from a nearby thicket on the wall-like slope. No, there were still more. I could hear rustling from within.
... Hm? They came from the slope?
"Agfwah!? Wh-what? B-b-b-but the bridge was... There shouldn't be any zombies here ye-... bgweh!!"
His voice grew distorted at the end, but not because a zombie had bitten through his windpipe.
One of his own companions had used a metal bat wrapped in barbed wire to smash the bitten man's head in.
"We're not wasting our time with a guy we know's turning into a zombie, " he spat out."More importantly, we need that rifle!! We need to push them back from-... !!"
He too trailed off.
Just like in a movie or a drama, someone else had kicked away the rifle that had fallen to the road.
"Wha-... ?"
The bat man looked up and the cigarette fell from his open mouth.
It was refreshing-looking Kamimaki-san. The trembling young man was backing up while nearly falling backwards. He was trying to get as far away as possible.
But from what?
From the white-haired zombies of course.
Who became the next target was determined by who did and didn't move during the next few seconds.
"Bhah!? Gah!! You... you piece of... !!"
Swarming purple flesh, a human form swallowed up, chewing sounds, and a single arm writhing through the air. While still trembling and moving back, Kamimaki-san repeated the same thing over and over like a magic spell.
"I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him!!"
The bat man had only been thinking about getting the rifle and pushing back the zombies, so he hadn't thought about how he would escape.
All that remained was a hellish scene of screams. I had no clue where they all came from, but more and more white-haired zombies jumped out toward the ambushers. Their weapons actually seemed to have worked against them. They briefly stopped to decide between fight and flight, but if they had turned tail and run without hesitation, they might have escaped without being bitten.
"H-hurry! We need to get out of here!! Onto the truck! Hurry!!"
Kamimaki-san shouted to us while grabbing for the dump truck's driver's side door.
I heard a solid sound.
"Eh?"
And then a slight voice of surprise.
Before Kamimaki-san could even open the door, a dry-haired zombie seemed to embrace him. He didn't even have time to scream before it bit into his shoulder. A powerful stench of blood scattered as his flesh was torn by familiar human teeth rather than a mechanical blade or bestial fangs.
"Bhah!! Bhahh!?"
"W-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Akehara-san with her chestnut hair tied back grabbed the barbed wire bat with her neatly manicured fingers and swung it around with all her might. The first blow knocked off the zombie's right arm, the second collided with Kamimaki-san's shoulder, and the third struck the zombie's head.
With the sound of a rotten watermelon being crushed, the shape of that head greatly changed. White hair scattered around, the shape of the purple jaw crumbled, and Kamimaki-san's shoulder was finally released.
The zombie continued to walk around, so she managed to drag Kamimaki-san and his reddened pale green uniform away.
The dump truck was a lost cause now.
"It doesn't matter where!! We just need to escape to somewhere, Nagisa!!"
"Hee hee. I'll go anywhere you tell me, Shinobu-chan."
A single form nimbly jumped down from the dump truck bucket.
A few of the zombies seemed to notice her, but she was faster.
I heard the shovel give a roar and then heard a number of impacts. Sometimes she intentionally shook the shovel in front of them, swept their feet out from under them when they bit at it, and swung the shovel down into the back of their head to smash it open. Sometimes she swung the shovel to smash their knees, pressed the metal tip against their neck when they collapsed, placed her heel on the shovel, and severed the neck. Nozaki-san seemed caught off guard as she held her cloth pouch in her arms.
"I-if she can do all that, couldn't we leave it all to her?"
That was when I heard the sound of something thick breaking.
The shovel's handle had broken near the front and flown into the distance with the metal part attached.
Nagisa looked at the broken wood and threw the remaining handle aside.
"It came off. Looks like that's as much as I can do."
"R-run!!"
Part 10
It was all a complete mess.
We ran with all our might while supporting Kamimaki-san whose shoulder flesh had been bitten away. The only nearby shelter was the thatch-roof house by the road. The one piece of luck was how almost all of the zombies were busy devouring the flesh of the ambushers. At any rate, we ran inside the old house with Nagisa and Akehara-san. We weren't in any state to even think about removing our shoes.
We quickly locked the door from the inside, but how much would that really help?
The sliding door did not seem anywhere near as reliable as an apartment door. I had a feeling it would be knocked from its rails right away even when locked.
"What... what are we supposed to do?"
This was not a fortress of bricks. It had paper sliding doors, glass windows, and wooden rain shutters. Zombies aside, even I probably could have kicked my way into the house.
Once the gore scattered on the road was gone, they would definitely come here, so what could we do in the meantime?
"Oh, my☆" said Nagisa as she viewed the items hanging on the hallway walls."Look, Shinobu-chan, there's hunting gear all over the place."
In addition to umbrellas and straw raincoats, there were ropes and wooden frames worn on the back to help carry things. When I looked closer, I even found something like a 150 centimeter square cage. It had a large entrance and it was made to drop a guillotine.
It was a bear-hunting cage.
"Does that mean they have hunting gear made to kill bears?"
That hunting rifle may have come from this house.
Meanwhile, Nagisa grabbed something from the wall like she was window shopping.
"Oh, this is cute. What do you think, Shinobu-chan? Does it suit me? Hee hee..."
It was a cattle cleaver.
As the name suggested, it was a thick blade used to cut a giant cow into individual pieces. A normal machete would only be thirty to forty centimeters long, but this was almost as long as a Japanese sword. And given the thickness of the blade, it had to weigh more than a sword.
The name printed at the base was Namagusa. It was an archaic term for killing and meat-eating, making it an ironic name for a zombie killer.
She had done so well with the shovel, so what would happen if she wielded that specialized cattle cleaver?
The zombies weren't my only worry. I needed to keep an eye on Nagisa's actions too.
"More importantly, did you see a first-aid kit anywhere?"
Sexy Akehara-san cut in while touching her earring, perhaps as a habit that helped calm her.
"Kamimaki-san's wound is bleeding more than I expected! We need to stop the bleeding!!"
That gave us a task to focus on.
We had no ideas on how to fortify ourselves here or to escape, so this may have been something like reading a manga you found while cleaning your room.
We checked the shelves in the living room and other rooms, but didn't find anything. It was possible those ambushers had taken the first aid kit with them. We ended up compromising by grabbing a towel, some cloths, and a bundle of old Japanese paper and then laying Kamimaki-san on the floor.
"Pant, pant..."
He was bleeding more than I had thought.
Akehara-san had been right.
I didn't know what a "pallid complexion" specifically referred to, but this may have been it. A muddy yellow seemed to be seeping out from below his nearly white skin. His hair color didn't look right either. It was rapidly drying out and losing its color. His breathing was shallow and his eyes were wandering lazily, but he was sweating quite profusely.
"A-anyway... anyway, we'll stop the bleeding now! Kamimaki-san, stay strong and don't you go to sleep!!"
Akehara-san called out to him again and again and pressed the towel and cloths against his shoulder... well, actually more like his neck. They rapidly grew red, so he might have really been in trouble. I knew how to disinfect a wound and close it up with a bandaid or bandage, but there was nothing I could do beyond that. If it needed to be sewn up, what were we supposed to do?
"Please..."
Kamimaki-san spoke with sweat pouring from his brow, but he didn't seem to be feeling pain anymore.
His unfocused eyes wandered aimlessly, his voice was feverishly weak, and he did not seem to be speaking to anyone in particular.
"I'm scared. I'm afraid of becoming like that and of having my heart crushed by the fear. Either way, I'll turn into a monster. So..."
"No! No!! I won't let that happen!!"
Akehara-san continued pressing against the wound and shouted as if to hold back the blood with her voice. She was so worked up that her hair began to fray.
Meanwhile, Nagisa was pouring the contents of an electric water boiler into a small teapot.
She unconcernedly pointed toward the papers placed on the tatami mats.
"Look at this, Shinobu-chan."
"Wh-what!? This really isn't the time..."
"But it says something interesting."
She was referring to one of the things we had gathered to use in place of bandages: the bundle of Japanese paper I had grabbed.
The serpentine writing was hard to read, but a few points were just barely legible.
"It says 'Kasha', Shinobu-chan."
"Kasha?"
The first thing that came to mind was local Kasha-chan mascot I had seen on the strap, torn costume, and banner for the winter festival back in the city at the base of the mountain.
But what kind of Youkai had it originally been?
Hmm.
"?"
I started tilting my head in thought, but then I realized something.
It wasn't just the old piece of paper Nagisa was pointing at.
The hanging scroll on the wall, the folding screen in a corner of the room, and the scroll in a picture frame all depicted the Kasha.
What I had grabbed seemed to have originally been a traditionally-bound book, so I checked the hard paper cover.
What does this say? Kasha Evil Sealing Festival, maybe?
After the trouble I had reading old kanji back at Zenmetsu Village, I had studied up on it a bit. This seemed to be some kind of manual, but I couldn't actually read the contents.
I looked to the hanging scroll and folding screen instead.
The images were drawn in a flat style very different from the Western style of perspective. It depicted flames, wind, skeletons, a round bucket, and what looked like a black shadow dancing on the roof. It was a very disconcerting image. It reminded me of a caricature of the grim reaper spreading the plague in Europe that I had seen in my history textbook.
And as I stared at it, something in the back of my mind was gradually stimulated.
Wasn't it... yes, it was a Youkai that steals corpses from funerals and graves. No, it possesses the corpses and... huh? Did it control them? I can't quite remember the details, but I know it did something bad with corpses. Except I don't think just any corpse would do. Didn't it steal only the corpses of sinners? Since having a corpse stolen by the Kasha would bring shame to the family, I think they had some kind of charm that prevented it from ruining the funeral. I think it looked something like a burning cat, but did it really?
"But."
It stole corpses.
It moved corpses.
"Could these zombies be connected to that Youkai?"
"There's one other thing, " said Nagisa as she poured tea into the matching teacups meant for a husband and wife."It says 'Mikuchi-sama' here, but it's mentioned like a place name.... Ugh, this is second flush tea. Well, I suppose it could be worse while outside of an Intellectual Village. But you might be fine since you like your coffee black, Shinobu-chan. Eh heh heh."
"Mikuchi-sama?"
I didn't think that was a Youkai. I'd certainly never heard of it before.
I followed Nagisa's gaze to select one of the scattered pieces of Japanese paper. It seemed to be an old document written with brush and black ink. Something like underground water veins were wriggling across a cross-section of Bozen City's mountain. That looked several centuries old, but some sort of clear film had been placed over it. The newer writing on top of that looked quite modern and included the word Kasha.
No, wait.
What if these aren't underground water veins? What if they're hand-dug tunnels?
There were still a lot of mysteries surrounding where the zombies had originally come from. I had assumed they had appeared in the city at the base and gradually made their way up the mountain from there, but they had been walking around the mountain even after the bridge had been blown up.
But what if this was where they had come from?
What if they came from deep within the mountain? What if the original zombies had appeared from the countless tunnels filling the mountain like an ant colony?
Earlier the zombies had appeared from a thicket growing on the wall-like slope, so couldn't there have been a cave entrance hidden by that tall grass?
What?
What is this Mikuchi-sama?
"That doesn't matter."
My thoughts were cut off by a female voice that seemed to carry a curse.
It was Akehara-san's and a few strands of her frayed hair had fallen into her mouth.
"There's someone! Right here!! That we might be able to help!! So none of that other stuff matters! Hurry up and help already!!"
I heard the sliding door opening and saw Nozaki-san walk in.
Akehara-san naturally snapped at her too.
"What do you think you're doing!? You're always manipulating Kamimaki-san and being nothing but a nuisance! But when you can actually help him, all you do is wander around with that granny's pouch!? Don't you want to repay him for what he's done for you!?"
Nozaki-san's response was slightly delayed. It was a subtle thing, like the sound cutting out of an online video for a fraction of a second, but it dangerously scorched my nerves for some reason.
Afterwards, Nozaki Haru spoke with a dull light in her eyes.
"Oh. Are you two still alive?"
Akehara-san's mouth flapped silently, but it did not seem to bother Nozaki-san. In fact, she pulled something from her cloth pouch and sprinkled its contents onto Akehara-san's head.
Is that a Kasha-chan... ashtray?
"That should do it. How about you quit trying to dress up your ugliness? This suits you better, don't you think?"
"Bweh! Cough, cough!! What the hell are you-... !?"
I thought Akehara-san was going to explode, but I was wrong.
The great energy created by a wave of people crashed into her. The sliding screen wall behind Nozaki Haru was torn to shreds as countless red and purple hands burst through!
"W-w-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
I screamed and Nagisa grabbed my hand while holding the huge cattle cleaver called Namagusa.
Of course, the one caught most off guard was Akehara-san as she tried to grab at Nozaki Haru.
"Ah, wai-..."
She was grabbed, grabbed, grabbed and gouged, gouged, gouged with nails, nails, nails.
"Bhrabgweh!? Dbah!? Ah! Why!? You... bgweah!?"
She tried to grab Nozaki-san, but the most she managed was knocking off the hairpin in the girl's bangs.
The zombies showed no mercy.
Her hair, her earring, and the stockings covering her slender legs were all ruined. First, the countless hands pulled her to the ground and she vanished among all the flesh. Kamimaki-san could barely move on the tatami mats, so it was obvious what fate awaited him with so many predators here. Neither of them screamed, but that had to be because their windpipes had been torn out. Only the sounds of chewing remained.
Nozaki Haru alone stood in that red and purple hell like a clownfish living symbiotically with a sea anemone. Her bangs hung down toward the thin, thin smile on her face.
I must have looked like I had seen something truly unbelievable.
"You... called these zombies here yourself!?"
"Oh? Is that really so surprising? Akehara-san already did the same thing."
I had no idea what she meant as she stood there holding her cloth pouch.
Unless...
"Think back to when Kamimaki-san was bitten. Just as he tried to open the truck's door, he stopped moving like something had caught and only then was he attacked. And these days, you can lock a vehicle's door without sticking the key in. You only have to press the button on the key."
"You... mean..."
"Someone locked the door in the confusion. Akehara-san was messing with the headless driver's body, so she could easily have found a spare key. I doubt she expected those people with the rifle would attack us, but she probably thought it was her chance."
But that didn't make sense.
If Akehara Ritsu had intentionally gotten Kamimaki-san bitten, why had she acted so worried about stopping the bleeding afterwards? I had a hard time believing that was all an act.
"Think about it the other way around."
"?"
"There were two girls and one guy. Whether in a band or as roommates, that's bound to lead to fights. And it was obvious she had feelings for him. But what if he wasn't interested? And then this incredibly exploitable zombie panic came along. What would she do if she wanted to make him hers no matter what it took?"
"............................................................................................................................................................ You're... kidding, right?"
That was her motive.
That was her reason for throwing a living human to the zombies.
That was why she had taken the contradictory actions of getting him bitten and then hurrying to stop the bleeding.
She had wanted to create a minimally injured and stable zombie to tame.
"Hee hee. Come to think of it, do you remember what she said when searching for the first-aid kit, Shinobu-chan?" asked Love Monster Nagisa while holding the sword-like cattle cleaver."She said he was bleeding more than she expected. I wonder how much she was planning for."
Kh...
"This is insane!!"
"Yes, it is. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be stuck between people whose heads are boiling with thoughts of love and romance and to have her constantly calling me a whore or a thief from the back of the store? Kamimaki-san? Who cares about him? Akehara-san? She needed to shut up and stop trying to hide her aging looks behind makeup!! She was like an animal in heat that just won't shut up! She couldn't make sense of anything if it didn't relate to romance, like she lived in some cheap love song! She can live in that tiny world if she wants, but don't drag me into it!! There are so many more important things in life. This cloth pouch was my dead grandmother's treasure! And she mocked it day in and day out!! Who does that bitch think she is!?"
Akehara Ritsu had been insane, but what about Nozaki Haru who had punished her?
The people who had blown up the bridge or attacked the dump truck may have been the same. Their frustrations may have been building up little by little and the zombie panic had simply broken the dam in their hearts.
At any rate, only one thing was filling her mind now.
"Your revenge is over. So what are you going to do with us?"
"Who knows."
She had crossed a line.
The gears had broken, so she tilted her unscathed head with her bangs hanging emptily down among the zombies.
"To be honest, I don't care about you, but these things will attack and eat you either way. I can't control them."
"!? Th-then how did you... !?"
"Hee hee. Do you really think I'd tell you?"
After that rejection, the bloody monsters all turned toward us.
Part 11
I would sometimes watch online rented movies with the Zashiki Warashi. When watching zombie ones, something always seemed strange to me, even if it was crass to point it out.
The zombies of course had no intelligence.
But how did they distinguish living humans from their fellow zombies?
If they couldn't tell, a zombie panic wouldn't last long. If you hid for a while, the zombies would simply devour each other. The zombies, being zombies, wouldn't know how to hide, so they would be the first ones attacked while standing in the middle of the road.
However, that wasn't what happened.
Zombies would surround and devour a single victim, but they never began cannibalizing each other once they gathered.
There had to be something.
They couldn't speak, they couldn't read, and they weren't smart enough to track their prey using footprints and broken twigs. Even so, they would accurately search out people hiding behind cover or survivors lying among a pile of corpses. How did they do it?
Zombies didn't actually exist.
Even a perfect recreation of the "true legends" from Haiti and Voodoo would not create the kind of zombies seen in movies. They were something else entirely.
So my hypothetical could only rely on currently existing creatures.
What had the Zashiki Warashi and I concluded while lying around munching on popcorn and sipping at sodas?
Oh, right.
I remember now.
Part 12
A dull sound rang out.
Just before the countless zombies attacked us like a great wave, I had kicked forward the matching teacups at my feet. They were the ones Nagisa had unconcernedly poured tea into despite the life or death situation.
"Hot!?"
Nozaki covered her face with her hands, but it didn't matter much with a liquid. It covered most of her head and she shouted more in surprise than anything.
The eyes behind her hanging bangs were burning with rage.
"But what is that supposed to accomplish!? That won't change any-... !!"
She trailed off.
The white-haired zombies squirming around her were acting odd. They had two obvious targets in Nagisa and me, but they were clearly having trouble deciding who to attack.
Did it work?
"Yeah, hot water wouldn't change anything. But that stuff was a little different. Although Nagisa didn't seem to like the flavor of that tannin-rich second flush tea!!"
"It can't be..."
"Smell!! I shouted to answer it all."Most animals search for food using their sense of smell!! You must have checked on it at some point. I don't know if they consider it a fellow zombie or just not of interest, but it seems they don't attack any flesh giving off the stench of decomposition!!"
Based on the timing, it had likely been after we reached this thatch-roof house. While we had searched for the first-aid kit, Nozaki Haru had vanished. She had likely had her doubts already and then used the zombies devouring the ambushers as her first and final test.
If people had been living in this home until today, then she would have easily found something rotting in the kitchen garbage.
And if a rotting smell acted as the brakes, then a cigarette smell must have acted as the accelerator. The ashes she had dumped on Akehara-san's head had not just been to provoke her. It was often said babies would swallow cigarettes because of the size and shape, but one theory said it was also a reaction to the stimulant effect.
In the exchange between the bat man and Kamimaki-san, the zombies had gathered around the bat man who had been smoking. Nakisuna had been the very first one attacked and he had been the only person smoking in that no-smoking lobby. It had nothing to do with distance or hostility. The zombies had been drawn by the smell and had set their priority there. They would attack anyone, but they started with the ones giving off the smell of a stimulant like tobacco.
From that very first attack, the theory must have slowly solidified in Nozaki Haru's head.
A closer look at the Kasha-chan ashtray showed it was the one Nakisuna had used.
When Akehara-san had yelled at her before we left the shop, she had changed her shoes too.
But...
"Between the accelerator and the brake, the brake seems to take precedence. Once that smell vanishes, what will happen to you? Conveniently, tea has a deodorizing effect. And the second flush tea Nagisa dislikes has even more tannin than usual. It could easily throw off the perfect balance you'd been keeping!!"
"Ah... ah..."
The zombies all turned toward the center of their group.
They turned toward the closest target of all: Nozaki Haru.
She pulled what looked like a bottle of perfume from her treasured cloth pouch, but it was too late.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
Her short, slender body was swallowed up into the center of that crazed scene of red, purple, and muddy white.
Her hands swam through the air like a drowning man grabbing at straw and the perfume bottle fell to the floor and rolled.
If we could only get our hands on that!!
"Nagisa!!"
A gust of wind whipped through the room.
The heavy cattle cleaver named Namagusa fell to the tatami mats. It stabbed into a zombie's toes and then the bottom of the handle slammed into the zombie's jaw once it lost its balance. Zombies couldn't hold their ground well to begin with, so it somersaulted backwards and crashed into the group behind it. Yes, zombies did not cannibalize each other. Nagisa used the time this bought to raise the cattle cleaver as high as she could to use the height difference for a powerful attack, even if it mean leaving her body unguarded. The long tail swayed. I stayed low and ran through the gap in the carnage to grab the perfume bottle from the tatami mats.
I turned around to find Nagisa about to be swallowed up by the zombies.
Even when she decapitated them, the bodies continued walking. The head seemed to be what made the decisions, but the bodies were still in the way. And as she kicked them out of the way, some more fully-functioning zombies had rushed in.
I guess not even Nagisa can push back a dozen or so zombies!!
I didn't have time to worry about safety measures.
I felt a squeezing in my heart, but I had to act now.
"Dammit!! Catch, Nagisa!!"
I threw the perfume bottle.
I could clearly feel the thread of hope leaving my fingers.
I was also in the middle of the group of white-haired zombies, so I knew exactly what would happen to me without the smell solution that Nozaki Haru had found.
"Come and get me!! I'll kill every last one of you!!"
I had no actual weapon. I only reached out and grabbed the electric water boiler as I yelled at them. I knew there was no saving me, but I at least wanted to reduce the number of zombies heading Nagisa's way.
Ha ha. Being an ex-boyfriend is a strange thing.
Our paths could never cross again. We couldn't go back to being friends. We had no more of a connection than strangers. Even if we could repeat the past, we would never try dating again.
But...
I would still irresponsibly want her to be happy!
Time seemed to stop.
Countless crazed and muddy gazes stabbed into me.
Come on
Come on!
C'mon!!!!!!
Dull sounds rang out through the room.
Part 13
The festering smell of blood filled the depths of my lungs.
I saw reds mixed with blacks and purples.
The violence seemed to encroach on the area beyond death.
I blankly watched the overwhelming scene while collapsed on the floor.
It had arrived so suddenly, and I called its name.
"Zashiki Warashi!?"
A red storm answered me.
She held a branch cutter made from an opening and closing blade attached to the end of a long stainless steel rod. It swung around like a spear as it stabbed into the chests and heads of the zombies, tore through their insides, ripped them apart, and severed the strings of those marionettes. Nagisa had been pretty impressive with the shovel and cattle cleaver, but the Zashiki Warashi took it to the next level.
More importantly...
"..."
One of the zombies bit at her arm, but there was no sign of blood on the Good-for-Nothing Youkai's slender arm. Physical attacks were useless against Youkai. She swung her arm around, smashing the zombie's head open against a nearby column. Dry white hair scattered everywhere.
She had literally superhuman strength and an immortal body that could not be harmed.
She was the natural enemy of zombies.
I don't think that red storm lasted even ten minutes. That was all it took for that seemingly unbeatable swarm of zombies to collapse to the floor and stop moving.
"That should about do it, " said the Zashiki Warashi with the branch cutter resting on her shoulder.
I didn't understand.
"How did... you get here?"
"I walked. Even if it's across the mountain, this is only the next town over."
"Not that! How did you find out about the zombie panic? And even if you knew about that, how did you know we were in this house!?"
"Who was it that changed history to give me back my power during the Aoandon incident? With the power of the Hyakki Yakou Prototype Ver. 39 Zashiki Warashi, I can easily sense my family's danger and remove that danger. I may not like it, but a Zashiki Warashi protects the good fortune of her family."
"A-are you saying you never got involved in the past incidents because your gears as a Zashiki Warashi were broken?"
"Shinobu, is there any point in discussing an alternate timeline? Although to be honest, that way was a lot easier for me."
She really did sound annoyed, but I finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief.
I grabbed the cloth pouch from the floor. Nozaki had called her grandmother's treasure. She had let go of it, so it had fortunately not been stained with blood.
The zombies were dangerous and I wanted to get out of this city as soon as possible, but the winds were changing. I had Nagisa and her cattle cleaver (even if she was difficult to deal with) and I had the Zashiki Warashi who might as well have all the cheat codes activated. This was like being given a flamethrower and Gatling gun with infinite ammo in a zombie movie where you had done nothing but be chased the entire time. Or maybe it was more like summoning a demon from a grimoire after only having a knife and handgun to fight the swarm of zombies.
It was possible we could actually keep moving forward while sweeping all the zombies out of the way.
"Nagisa, are you okay? You weren't hurt just now, were you?"
In the instant I looked away from the Zashiki Warashi to speak to Nagisa, it hit me.
Not even I knew why the thought came to me.
But...
We had no idea what turned people into zombies. We only had a vague idea that people who were bitten or killed became a zombie.
This seemed to involve the Kasha, which was said to steal or move the corpses of sinners so they would vanish from their funeral or grave. I couldn't remember the exact rules, though.
But what if the rules were focused on moving the dead? What if the important factor was being dead and not being bitten by the zombies?
What kind of Youkai was a Zashiki Warashi again?
She was a collection of the babies killed by their parents during famines and the like.
In that case, she counted as being "dead" from the beginning.
What if that created a security hole that matched the conditions for being controlled by the Kasha without being bitten by a zombie?
"Zashiki... Warashi... ?"
I could not turn around.
I could not look back.
If that was the case, this could not be worse. It would be the worst of the worst case scenarios! The human zombies were more than enough of a threat, so all was lost if a zombie was made out of something that was immune to blades and bullets and could freely control human destiny in the form of good and bad fortune. There would be nothing we could do. She would become the worst and greatest monster of them all!
So I begged for it to not be true.
I begged that I was worrying over nothing.
I seemed to be praying to god as I begged so very, very, very hard in my heart, but then a sweet-smelling breath blew into my ear.
A moment later, I heard something.
It sounded like the growling of a large beast.
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