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Chapter 31 - Chapter 31: Who's that?

As we searched the houses, we found mainly food supplies, such as canned goods, bottled water, snacks, and spices. We also found some clothes, toiletries, books, and toys. We took what we needed and left the rest, but we didn't find anything of great value or significance. No weapons, no medicine, no electronics, no clues. It seemed like the town had been looted before, or maybe the people had taken everything with them when they fled.

We searched ten houses each, but we still hadn't found anything worthwhile. The sun was setting, and we decided to call it a day. We contacted each other through the walkie-talkies, and we agreed to meet at a random house that was close to the gas station. We drove there and parked our vehicles in the garage. We locked the doors and windows, and we set up our sleeping bags in the living room. We ate some more food, and we shared our findings. We were disappointed, but we didn't lose hope. We decided to try another town tomorrow, maybe we would have better luck.

We continued our search in the morning, hoping to find something more valuable than food supplies. But we were out of luck, as we searched house after house and found nothing but the same stuff. We were getting frustrated and bored, and we wondered if this town was a waste of time.

We decided to take a break for lunch, and we chose a random house that looked safe and clean. We entered the house and locked the door behind us. We went to the kitchen and opened some cans of soup and beans. We heated them up on the stove and ate them with some bread.

We sat around the kitchen table, feeling unsatisfied and disappointed. Amy grumbled, kicking a small pebble on the floor, "Man, we sure are unlucky today. We haven't found anything useful, except for food."

I nodded, a hint of disappointment in my voice, "Yeah, you're right. Looks like there's nothing left here, except for the police station." Well look at us now, to think that we would get disappointed for finding food… we're really changing.

Lily looked concerned, remembering what Steff had said earlier, "But isn't that place filled with zombies? How are we going to get in there?"

Nana spoke up, her voice soft but determined, "Well, maybe we should try doing the same thing we did back at the school. You know, lure the zombies away with some noise and then sneak in."

I turned to Nana, appreciating her suggestion. She was right, we had done that before, and it had worked. We had used some speakers to create a loud distraction, and then we had entered the pharmacy and school and looted it. We had found some weapons, medicine, and other useful items there.

I said, "That's a good idea, Nana. Luckily, we have some speakers with us." I explained to the others, "These speakers are portable and work via Bluetooth. We can connect them to our phones and play some music or sounds. We can also control them remotely, so we don't have to risk getting close to the zombies."

A glimmer of hope crossed their faces. They liked the idea, and they agreed to try it. I said, "Alright, then. Let's do this. We'll finish our lunch and then head to the police station. Maybe we'll find something worthwhile there."

We finished our meal and prepared the speakers. We set them up in a safe distance from the police station, and we connected them to our phones via Bluetooth. We chose a loud and catchy song to play, hoping to attract the zombies' attention.

We turned on the speakers and waited for the zombies to react. As expected, the zombies near the police station heard the noise and started to move toward it. They left the station in a horde, following their instincts. We waited for a few minutes, until the station was clear of zombies. Then, we made our move.

We left Nana and Lily with the vehicles, and we told them to keep an eye on the speakers and the zombies. We also told them to contact us if anything went wrong. We took our guns and melee weapons, and we headed to the police station. We hoped to find some guns, ammo, or other useful items there.

The entrance of the station was wrecked, probably by the zombies or the looters. We entered the station and searched the rooms, one by one. We encountered some zombies along the way, mostly police officers who had turned. We killed them quickly and quietly, using our skills and teamwork. We had trained ourselves for this kind of situation, and we were confident and efficient.

Amy said, "Whew, this is mentally tiring than I expected. I hate killing these zombies, even if they were once humans."

I agreed, "Yeah, me too. But we have to do it, to survive and to honor their memories. Thanks to our training, it's easier now, isn't it?"

Steff nodded, grateful for our progress. She said, "Definitely. It's all thanks to you, Souta."

I smiled, feeling touched by their words. I said, "Thank you, both of you."

We continued our search, but we were disappointed by the results. We only found some knives, batons, handcuffs, and other illegal weapons, it must be confiscated from the civilians when things are still okay. We didn't find any guns, ammo, or medicine. It seemed like someone had already looted the station, or maybe the police had taken everything with them when they fled.

We searched every room, except for one - the prison. We saved it for last, as we thought it would be the most dangerous and the least rewarding. But we decided to check it anyway, just in case. Maybe we would find something worthwhile there, or maybe we would find someone who needed our help.

As we approached the entrance of the prison, we prepared ourselves for whatever lay inside. As we opened the door we knew it was a risk we had to take, but we also knew that we need to take the risk. We entered the prison which is underground, like a basement. A chilling sight met our eyes. There were about 20 zombies, each dressed differently - some in criminal attire, some in police uniforms, and others in civilian clothes.

With a sense of urgency pulsing through our veins, we executed a meticulously orchestrated assault on the advancing zombie horde. Swift and decisive, our movements were choreographed with practiced precision, turning the grim situation into a symphony of controlled chaos.

As I advanced on the high ground, rifle in hand, I aimed for the zombies' heads, opting for single shots to conserve ammo and maintain control over the weapon's recoil. The calculated marksmanship, coupled with the teamwork of Steff and Amy, made the relentless onslaught seem almost manageable.

Steff expertly wielded her pistol, displaying a remarkable blend of accuracy and speed. Each shot she fired found its mark on the zombies' heads, a testament to her honed skills. Meanwhile, Amy, armed with both pistol and knife, seamlessly alternated between ranged and close-quarters combat. Her shots were precise, but when the undead threat closed in, the glint of her blade came into play, thwarting any attempt at breaching our defense.

We only used this guns as this are the guns that have silencers on them, thou Steff and Amy has the Hunting rifle on their back, they prefer to use the pistol here.

Our coordinated efforts on the stairs demonstrated not only the effectiveness of our combat training but also the unspoken understanding forged through shared experiences. The eerie echoes of quiet gunfire mixed with the occasional metallic clink of a knife meeting its mark, creating a tense yet strangely controlled atmosphere in the face of the relentless undead tide.

We fought with determination, knowing that our lives depended on our success. The room echoed with the thuds of zombies hitting the ground as they were defeated one by one. Our hearts raced with adrenaline, and we didn't let fear take control.

In what felt like a whirlwind of action, we cleared the room of all the zombies. Breathing heavily, we took a moment to catch our breath and survey our surroundings. We checked our ammo and wounds, and we go downstairs to made sure there were no more zombies left. We felt a surge of relief and pride, as we realized that we had just accomplished a difficult feat.

"Phew, that was intense," I remarked, wiping sweat from my brow.

"Yeah, but we did it," Amy said, her voice still shaky from the adrenaline rush.

Steff nodded, her expression serious yet relieved.

As we caught our breath, our focus had been entirely on the adrenaline-fueled battle, and we hadn't noticed the figure lying unconscious inside one of the cells. My keen eyes finally caught sight of the girl dressed in a police uniform, and I quickly alerted the others.

"Oh? There's someone in that cell," I said, my voice a mix of concern and surprise.

We rushed to the cell, and we found a woman lying on the floor, seemingly unharmed but completely out cold. She looked emaciated and pale, as if she hadn't eaten or drank for days. She also had some bruises and cuts on her body. Amy's eyes widened with empathy.

"It seems like she's still alive, but she's unconscious, she's still breathing after all" Amy said.

Steff peered at the cell with worry, "Do you think she's a police officer?"

I nodded, "Looks like it. Her uniform and the badge on her chest suggest it. Her name is... Shana, according to the badge."

"We should get her out of there," Steff said, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

I attempted to break the lock using a hammer, but my efforts were in vain. It was too strong and sturdy for me to break. "Hey, isn't this the key?" Amy exclaimed, holding up a key she had found.

Surprised, I asked, "Where did you find that?"

"It was on the floor, near the entrance," Amy replied.

I shrugged, dismissing the details. I took the key from her and tried it on the lock. To my relief, it worked. The lock clicked open, and we opened the cell door. We hurried to the girl's side, and I immediately assessed her vital signs. Confirming a steady pulse and observing her rhythmic breathing, I carefully placed my ear to her chest, listening for the reassuring thud of her heart. Satisfied with the initial assessment, I reached into our bag and retrieved a water bottle.

Gently cradling her upper body, I tilted her head slightly backward, ensuring an unobstructed airway. With precision, I administered water in small, measured sips. The tension in the air lifted as, gradually, she coughed and stirred, awakening from unconsciousness.

"Are you okay?" I inquired, my concern evident.

The girl, still weak, managed a weak reply. "A kid?"

Realizing her confusion, Amy explained, "We saved you. We're not kids. Can you tell us where the weapons are?"

"Hey, Amy, that's not the first thing you should ask a weak person," Steff said, scolding her.

"Oh yeah, sorry, sorry. I'm just curious, we're in a hurry after all" Amy said, apologizing.

The girl hesitated for a moment, evaluating our intentions. She saw that we were sincere and grateful, and she decided to trust us. "Since you saved my life, I guess I'll tell you. Help me up, and I'll show you where they are."

I offered my assistance, helping her to her feet. She was still shaky and dizzy, so I supported her with my arm. Together, we followed her directions to a particular wall in the room. I couldn't hide my skepticism. "Here? What are we supposed to find here? Don't waste our time." She take us into wall in the police station.

"Stay calm," the girl responded calmly. "You'll see."

To our surprise, she revealed a hidden device on the wall and dialed a specific number. As she completed the call, the wall shifted, revealing a concealed door. Made of metal, it offered an air of mystery.

Curiosity piqued, we exchanged intrigued glances. The girl used a key from her pocket to unlock the door, revealing what lay beyond...