Zombies

17: 5 Little Children

A growl rang out, along with the foul scent that was airborne. Shouting for the sake of shouting alternately deafened the ears, but no one would have the time to help the other when to protect themselves was so difficult. Chaos, when one of the most powerful zombies manages to get in leaves the humans stricken with extreme fear. Death lies before the eyes, pain means nothing when the will to survive is driven to pump the heart.

Erica, who was engulfed in panic, blindly threw out many fireballs. Burn the zombies until they become as black as charcoal and shapeless. But his actions look insignificant with too many zombies. Other users of the ability do the same. Race against death and try to save their precious little lives.

"Please!"

"Akhs! Please, help me!"

"Don't .. don't come any closer .. don't ... ."

"A, ah! It hurts! Please save me! Help me!"

The screams are getting more diverse. People who try to seek help increasingly intensely howl. Especially, the figures that were hiding on the inside of the gate. Erica could not stay silent. Although his breathing began to irregular and his head felt dizzy, he still moved. Throwing fireballs and running towards the gate to save the people.

At first glance, he looked haughty and cold. Not much talking and being alone. But secretly, Erica often pay attention to the surrounding. Especially children and the elderly. After all, although pitiful, this base had many lives. Erica could not just close her eyes. Hence, without hesitation he stepped into the gate and started attacking the many zombies that were roaming around him.

"Girlgigaaaaa!" a shrill cry sounded. Erica reflexively turned her head, looking towards the deafening childish voice.5 figures of small children, clinging to each other and forming groups. One of them was crying, while the other was holding a wooden stick as the stiff-moving zombies tried to approach them.

The short-haired woman immediately ran up to the little ones. Throwing the fireball, then stood right in front of the five skinny and seedy brats. The heroic action was successful in making the five pairs of eyes convinced. Staring in admiration at the figure of the woman who ran to protect them.

"Don't get far from Auntie" Erica said, throwing fireballs at many zombies. The little children according. Resist fear and close the body to Erica. The act blocked her move, but the woman did not protest. Walk slowly towards a one-story building.

Prison house. It looks sad indeed, but the safest place is this. Without hesitation Erica entered it with the five children, closed the door and looked at the empty row of iron bars. The inside of the prison is actually wide, but the number of iron bars leaving only a 2-meter-wide long hallway makes this place look narrow. Moreover, the dim light and stuffy air in it, add a gloomy impression of a confinement.

Erica made a fire, burned a log and made the lighting much better. His head turned to the right and left, making sure the room was empty and safe. After a few minutes of walking slowly to the inside of the Prison to the end of the dead end, Erica felt absolutely sure this place was safe.

The figure of the beautiful woman lowered her head, looked at the little children who were still trembling in fear and held back sobs. He, gently crouched down to his height equivalent to the small children who managed to be saved. "You wait here" he said. "Don't be noisy, Auntie won't be out for long."

"Sir ... ."

"Son, Brother, don't .. don't pegi."

"Put here Brother, here aja ... "

"Don't pegi ... ."

The whimpering of the five little ones sounded. All held back tears, voicing their rejection of the hero's decision. What if the zombie gets in? What should they do if the zombies make it in and this Big Brother is not around them? The five little ones started shaking back. Their dirty hands clutched Erica's clothes, afraid that the figure would leave them.

Erica sighed. As a woman, she was always gentle with children. Her own child, who was only 4 years old, died on the first day the virus spread. It was always his regret. Therefore, he could at least see the small children suffering. Especially the mentality of those who have changed. It is no longer as happy as it used to be and must be able to understand and mature prematurely.

"It's safe, it's quiet" Erica tried to persuade. Swiping the heads of the little ones. Their small bodies are too thin to look like just bones and skin. This made his heart feel more uncomfortable. "Tante just bothered to get out, not for long. Outside, a lot of monsters, well, Aunty wants to dance with aunty to help Aunt fight those monsters, because Auntie will not be strong to fight them. You saw it yourself, right? Outside, the monsters are many."

The little boys looked doubtful, the reaction made Erica slurp her smile.

"You guys here can't be noisy okay? Aunty asked you to do a mission."

"Mission?"

"What mission, brother?"

"All of you, please keep the door open," Erica pointed at the tightly closed iron door. "Well, your job, can't open the door until Auntie ngedor and call you to do the door, okay? Even if someone else is fretting, you can't do it."

The little ones still looked doubtful, but in the end, they compromised and nodded. That attitude of trying to understand made Erica rather sad. Young children, at their age, should be selfish. Do not understand what diplomacy is and require a lot of effort to persuade or distract them. But the children in front of him were not like that. They don't understand, but they try to understand. They are very obedient and obedient as if afraid of small mistakes, will make them get punished.

Sighing, Erica did not delay the return time. He threw a few words, then walked out of the prison, closed the door and shouted back from the outside to keep the children closed. Their childish voice compactly replied, telling them that they understood. Letting go of her worries, the short-haired lady unhesitatingly started throwing a lot of fireballs as soon as a few zombies approached her. Some without a doubt ran and dodged, but more walked stiffly.

The smell of rusty iron, accompanied by cries and shouts echoed in the air. That made Erica close her mouth. His body stiffened when a pair of irises noticed the many bloody scenes and cannibalism surrounding him. However, among all the chaos, Erica somehow got a bad feeling when her eyes swept over a zombie who was bent over alone eating the body of a little child.

The zombie was a man. Highly stocky, with ragged army clothes. Had he not growled and his skin not grayish, everyone would have thought he was an ordinary man. However, as if noticing Erica's gaze, the figure turned its head. Staring directly at the pair of eyes that were looking at him.

Deg.

Erica felt her heart jump. Extraordinary pain**chest. His eyes were hot, breathing was difficult when the face he was very familiar with, was now emblazoned in a different form. That's husband. The man she married with all her love. The man who would smile and always laugh with her. A person who spends time just to shower him with various happiness.

Lying ....

Erica's whole body felt limp. He could no longer concentrate on the fight. His focus fell on the body of the Zombie staring straight at him. The entire world, as if there was only that tall figure and him.

In that second Erica realized that the Zombie in front of her was her own husband, in that second also the guilt as if raining on her.

He cannot take care of his children. The tiny figure that complemented their happiness died on the first day the zombie virus spread. He let his guard down, letting the tiny innocent figure die at the Zombie's meal. Really, what should she say to her husband? How could he bear the shame of not being able to protect his own flesh and blood? Erica repeatedly imagined her meeting with the figure she loved, but really, really she could not have expected that their meeting ...

"AWAS!"

The body was pushed, falling crumpled on the ground. At the same second, the sound of a sharp object dings accompanied by a growl sounded. Erica doesn't know what's going on. His brain feels paralyzed, slow to process. The fallen figure trembled, dazedly resting both hands onto the ground ats before turning around, looking at the two different figures throwing attacks at each other.

But Erica's focus is not a black alien figure, but a zombie man who looks so strong. Swinging his stocky arm, bending a sword that tried to split it. The flap-haired man with a grumbling bringas expression, showing off a row of teeth filled with blood-red and drooling hues who was dripping told that ...

her husband is no longer human.

Erica's gaze darkened. Mind empty. All the energy and toughness that was originally upheld, now evaporates just like that.

Now, everything is gone ...

Her hopes of meeting her husband, persuading the man or even just to look at the expression of her disappointment for failing to keep their cute toddler ... oh, now, what should she do? Erica was unable to think of anything. He could only be speechless, sitting pecking on the dirty ground and gazing lifelessly at the exorbitant fight before him.

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Nanda's breathing began to feel heavy, he clenched his teeth, threw out his sword and pulled out a gun. Shot after shot was directed at the snarling burly figure. Unfortunately, the bullets released did not directly hurt the raging zombies, instead, Nanda's actions instead made the army-clothed figure roar furiously.

Really, Nanda never thought that her first opponent, for this powerful zombie, was her own Tantian husband. The gray skin was so thick, it needed close-range shots and a few bullets to make its head crumble. But Nanda could not do it. Truly, he knew that this figure was no longer human, had no sense and would even without hesitation kill and eat his body. But still ... Whenever he intended to strike his head, piercing the vital point of this high-leveled zombie, doubt would hit Nanda.

That face is the face of his family, the good Om, often smiles and laughs when they meet. Every scratch and strike he did, was somehow like attacking his own body. The pain is unbearable. He sliced his heart for every wound he cut.

"LANTE!" Nanda yelling. He could not kill his Uncle .. Even though he knew that the figure no longer recognized him as family, Nanda still could not do it. His hands trembled, his every action just draining his stamina. "BUTTER! RUN!"

Nanda shouted back. He took off his helmet - afraid that Erica didn't recognize him. However, even though he had shouted, in between every attack his Uncle made, the woman did not feel any other movement from where his Tant was. Nanda could not help himself, glancing over and finding the figure just silent. Sculpting and staring blankly at him as if he was a mannequin ...

Aunt ...

"Ughhh!" The long-haired figure dodged the attack. Almost hit by a scratch when a figure in uniform saw him was caught off guard. An incredible amount of clutching his lungs. Oh, rather than him .. rather than his self who syock found his Uncle turned into a zombie, Erica was clearly the party that was much more hit. Zombie is her own husband, a figure she loves. The man who spent his life with him. How could Erica not be shaken?

Gritting his teeth, Nanda again pulled out a pair of pistols. This time, without a doubt he ran up to the large-bodied Zombie. In terms of strength, clearly Nanda was superior. Zombies are level four. But his uncle was an elite soldier, a figure who had forged his body with many murders and fights even when he was still a human. What else when this figure becomes a zombie ...

Dor's! Dor's!

Shot after close-range shot was thrown. Two points become the focus. Bending down and taking out many pistols from some of the soldiers' corpses, Nanda shot both of his Uncle's knees. Making the figure fall and difficult to stand up to roar furiously. Some zombies around Nanda are moving. Attacking Nanda blindly. But rather than his Uncle, the other zombies that attacked him were much easier to deal with.

The pigtailed woman mercilessly shot at the head of the approaching zombie, then shot back at his Uncle's feet until it was crushed. With this, his Uncle could not possibly chase or even attack. Not wanting to waste any time, Nanda again ran up to her Tantenya who was still sitting on the ground.

The figure, which was originally tough, now looked empty. Daydreaming with a pair of irises that die without light. Nanda swallowed the forced saliva, suppressing the feeling of tightness in her chest and unhesitatingly hooked Erica's hands to her neck. Although Erica was clearly higher than Nanda, but the body of a Strength User was indeed much stronger. It made it easier to carry Erica on her back then started running towards the gate as she continued shooting at the approaching Zombie heads and tried to attack.

"Down! Downhill!"

Nanda stopped his steps when the figure on his back suddenly reacted. Rebelling and relentlessly trying to get down. Nanda was forced to let go of her Tantenya, staring at the short-haired woman who frantically ran straight away, trying to re-enter the place they were about to leave.

"LANTE!" Nanda reflexes grabbing Erica's arm. A pair of hazel irises flushed with that dangerous behavior. "What the fuck! There's danger!" Did the Tantenya try to catch up with her Uncle? No longer care about his own life?! Nanda was really angry. He really will not hesitate to make his Tantenya faint if that is the purpose.

"There's kids there!"

"Eh?"

"Gue is holding children in jails! Don't dream! Cepet help you get there! Ah-There's a car, bring a car!"

Nanda dazed. He could not process the changes in his Tantian emotions but the female body moved first. Following the figure of the short-haired woman who ran into the car, entered into it and looked at the figure of the woman who, as if, had never been hit hard by the existence of her husband. However, Nanda is not stupid to keep lola digesting. Their circumstances do not allow them to think more. The act of saving lives is the main thing.

Wordlessly back, the speeding pick up car crashed into many zombies, giving a powerful shock when many bodies were crushed. The red and black colors come together, creating a carcass and rusty iron scent that is so throat-choking. The pace of the car is not smooth for only a few seconds, not until a minute and four-wheeled vehicles stop.

Nanda and Erica had reached the front door of the prison, bumped into some zombies that were crowding and blocking the door, then got out of the car. Erica unhesitatingly ran over the door that was still closed while Nanda unceasingly released a few bullets to the starving Zombie. Oh, goddamn. Their persistence really infuriated Nanda. Without hesitation Nanda threw away his gun which ran out of bullets, then started using the water ability.

The boiling water is enough to make the skin blister. The water temperature that was easily manipulated into being extremely hot, was now a bullet. Thrown repeatedly, it pierces through the zombie skull, destroying the decaying brain and rendering the cannibals unable to move back.

"Double! Up!"

Nanda almost heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Erica's voice. Yeah, he just barely. Just when Nanda turned around, a pair of irises found the front of the pick-up car had been full.5 skinny, narrow-nosed little boys sat sweetly on the front of the car. Absolutely ... does not leave room for him to sit.

****!

This time, Nanda was completely swearing in his heart. Been too tired physically and mentally in just a few hours.

"Where am I sitting?!" Nanda was unable to resist the protests. But before Erica answered, Nanda had already jumped. Go up to the tub section and sit on that iron layer. "Road!" He shouted while starting to shoot at the heads of some zombies who tried to ride along.

In the end Nanda could not sit down with relief. He can not lean if he does not want his head hit because of a careless car road. He also can not close his eyes if he does not want to be attacked by zombies who try to climb up the car. Oh, really ... really can't make him relax.

Not until 1 week Nanda woke up from a long sleep, now it's time to squeeze the energy he saved for 3 weeks to fall asleep to dry.

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Nanda really felt half dead.

Getting out of base doesn't mean they're safe. Zombies with wild pursuit. Although they were not agile and the movements were so rigid, but with a large amount, it was not something that was easy to handle. It spurred his adrenaline, draining his energy to the point where he could not feel anything in his body again. When he finally made it out of the zombie horde, Nanda's tense nerves did not immediately relax. They swapped the pick-up car into a regular Avanza car that happened to have enough gasoline, then went on the way.

Only when it comes to the villa area that tends to be quiet and lots of trees, Nanda can relax a little and rest.

"So, what's your name?" Nanda did not look back at all. His body was limp, even a single finger was extremely heavy to lift. To be honest, opening his mouth to speak already made him very lazy. But he did not dare to relax his vigilance. Erica had to drive, her guard duty was clearly on her shoulders.

"I'm Karin Brother."

"My name is Galih."

"If I were Monta, Brother."

"Ragas."

"Umh .. My name is Leo."

Is there a daughter?

Nanda's shocked. He really wanted to look back and see which one was the girl. He thought, everything is a boy when viewed from their short hair and clothes that .. oh, okay, he did not pay attention to whether the clothes are used for women or men, he said, but for sure, no one wears a skirt. But the feeling of laziness to move is much stronger than the sense of penance, making Nanda still sitting leaning on the chair while looking forward. He's tired and needs a lot of rest, okay.

"My name is Nanda, you can call me Sister Nanda and the driver is Brother Erica" in a friendly tone, Nanda introduced herself and Erica. Faintly, he could hear the whispers of the children muttering his name and Erica's name, as if he was practicing and afraid of mispronouncing the name.

Nanda gave her smile, glanced briefly at the glass and stared at their dirty, thin faces. "Do you remember your age?" ask Nanda back. The boys, uncompactly said 'remember'. Then some questions and small talk ran through the car, sweeping away the silence and uneasy atmosphere of life and death.

These children are supposed to cry, tremble in fear and experience trauma. The first thing that comes out of their little mouth should be their parents or their immediate family. It will be very difficult to comfort and calm them down. But these five different-age children seem to learn from experience. Doesn't say miss anyone, doesn't say they're scared. Although it was obvious that the small body was trembling and looked to be crushed with just a light touch, they stubbornly still responded to every light question Nanda asked.

Nearly a month from the outbreak of the virus, these children were forced to mature prematurely. Feel the suffering to survive, learn to hold back and swallow the pain both physically and mentally. Slowly, their consciences would also be eroded, creating a different thought where these newly formed seeds would become a cold-blooded warrior.

Nanda breathed in his heart. Oh, it's only been a month .. but their mentality is well nurtured. Forced to accept the cruel looting of the world. Must be willing to drag their small bodies, receiving the rain of the cold and hot winds of life. Apart from the cradle of affection of relatives and family ...

What thoughts do they form? How did their relatives say to stay afloat? Realizing from the tone of voice of these five little children, they were clearly not being fussy. Very obedient and do not try noisy as if afraid if a little bit of trouble, they will be divided and abandoned .. ah, does he and Erica look cruel? Come to think of it, they were also very silent as the two adults were busy grilling and repelling zombies in a horrible and cruel way ...

Nanda swallowed the forced saliva. He became rather afraid. The mentality of the children he brought with him was terrible ...

"Ah, let's rest there," Nanda exclaimed, pointing to a villa that had a high wall fence. Erica unanimously agreed. Drive to the two-story luxury villa and stop the car there. A few zombies that were attracted by the sound of a walking car staggered closer, but were quickly burned with a fireball throw.

"I'm going to go in and check and you're looking after the kids" Nanda said as she got out of the car. Well ... he had enough rest, his energy was enough to fight. In front of the conscious Erica, Nanda was only using her water abilities - not intending to expose her space and air abilities. But ... uh, while fighting, didn't he get to pull out some weapons? Did Erica realize it?

Nanda shook his head, stepping towards the iron bars that were the gates of this Villa. The gate is closed, but lucky only to be locked and not padlocked. Without a doubt the one-pointed woman breezed in, then found the courtyard of the mansion in a very messy state. The ground was thrown everywhere, some of the plants inside the pot fell and broke. Just a few steps the figure entered, the sound of successful dog gongs made him alert.

A Retriever ran towards him. But the golden-haired dog was filled with bloodstains, some parts of his wounds rotten, with a pair of fiery red eyes. His mouth was open, salivating smelling of a thick and sickening carcass.

Zombie Animals.

Nanda instantly noticed it when the stench along with the figure of the dog ran rapidly towards him. Without delay, water capability is used. Throw a water bullet with the temperature of the extream to make the dog's head hollow and melted. Without a chance to attack, the Retriever immediately fell, died and did not move back.

Not wanting to linger, Nanda stepped back. This time, he circled the large garden, discovering that only the dog was a threat and that there was only one gate to get out and in. Satisfied, the figure entered into the two-story large Villa. Villa condition is not very good. Seen some skulls and black stains of blood. The double door was also unlocked and opened just like that. Grinding an eyebrow, Nanda walked in and inspected each room. Nanda was not stopping checking repeatedly. Even open every closet and some things for fear of hidden threats.

Other than a few skeletons and a Zombie Dog, there was no threat whatsoever.

Maybe it was the zombie dog that cleaned this house. Judging from the number of skeletons, the dog was clearly the main perpetrator of the homeowner's loss of life. That made Nanda sigh. He returned to the front, pushed the fence and allowed the car to enter. When the car came in, Nanda unhesitatingly closed the gate and locked it with the padlock he found.

"Everything is safe" Nanda said, staring at Erica and the five dwarves who had descended from the car. "But we all have-" a pause of a few seconds, Nanda somewhat hesitantly looked at the five little ones, but in the end she shook her head inwardly. No. These kids have to learn. Their mentality is strong. As long as it is properly guided .. will not be a threat. "We all have to clean the villa. Inside .. a little dirty."

Erica noticed a strange pause from her nephew's speech. A pair of dark irises looked at Nanda, but the figure only smiled cheerfully. But when those 'somewhat filthy' words were understood, the woman didn't know whether to curse or beat her niece. Many skeletons and some small animal carcasses inside, with a foul scent that made the stomach stir. Erica could still tolerate to clean it, but what about the children?

Erica furrowed her brows, looking at Nanda who was smiling five fingers facing the small children lined up in front of her.

"Okay, since there are too many corpses here, we must respect them," Nanda pointed towards the courtyard. "The five of you, in charge of making a very large hole, in the courtyard, there is a scope. You can use it to dig."

Kalima the little dwarf didn't ask anything. They walked towards the courtyard, starting to look for scopes to dig in. Seeing that action, Erica heaved a sigh of relief. At least Nanda wasn't crazy enough to have the kids help them clean up the bodies.

"Why do you use a standard language?" Erica asked, glancing towards Nanda who started to gather the skeletons. They found a large plastic, stuffing corpses that had almost no meat to put in black pelastics. During the trip and earlier, Nanda always used the default language. Erica's ears felt strange hearing her niece who was chatty, fluently using standard language.

"For them and Aunt to get used to using the standard language," Nanda answered honestly, bending over to insert the milky white bone into the black bag. "Well ... while at the base, there were no officers who used the language of the area, everything was standard. So, it is certain that some militaries will set the default language for each base. After all, there would be many people from different regions gathered inside one place, it would be impossible to get used to the many regional languages. So, it's better to start from now on to get used to it."

Erica did not reopen the sound of hearing it. It made the huge messy room quiet. Only the sound of bags and objects being dragged into a accompanying activity. It made Nanda feel itchy to want to talk again. However as he glanced at his Tante .. the figure was silent. Silent and looking gloomy. A pair of dark irises looked so lonely, storing up all sorts of pain without even voicing it.

A pair of hazel scoops. Remember that his uncle had become a zombie. Then ... What about his little cousin? He didn't see it together with Erica ...

Without asking, Nanda already knew the answer. It made his chest feel rumbling. Extraordinary tightness will be a sad feeling that slices. Oh, what about Papa and Mama? How about ... Ganesha's? Nanda, at first very confident and convinced that Ganesha will be fine. Absolute trust in her husband's abilities is paramount. He, in the least, never doubted that figure.

Yet somehow, this time, he .. began to feel doubtful. Anxiety shook him, making his hands involuntarily tremble as some negative thoughts seeped in. What if ... Ganesha is not safe? An overwhelming fear almost made Nanda want to turn around and run outside, carrying a car and madly looking for her husband. But his rationality was still quite domineering, making him a little calm with the consolation that the figure of Ganesha, was unlikely to have any accidents. He knew Ganesha, very well. Years together, taught him about the man's character and habits.

Oh, his beloved NesNes ... What is he doing now?