Chapter 32: Alice (1)
I lit the joint I had swiped and took in a deep drag as I made my way through the streets of Central Darma. I had brought out the few grenades we were left with alongside the bunch of guns and ammo and dropped it all in the slime's inventory.
"Pipo…."
"Don't complain if you don't wanna die."
"Po…"
The cat that followed us gently tapped the slime's back. This guy was pretty interesting.
I opened the map and looked at the markers, it seemed that both our party members had left that home and were out in another place to find a trench coat.
The Grand Skeleton Warrior continued its rampage on the side like a child trying to break a sandcastle, I was going to use it very well very soon.
"Now that the girl is gone…" I muttered and made my way to the apartment complex we were in. Sorry, but trust someone with my back without knowing anything about them?
That wasn't happening.
Not like she would be able to do anything to me, but if I was to use her then I had to be aware of what she was.
The cat and the slime followed me wordlessly and we found ourselves in front of the same house as before. We waded through the pile of trash and made our way to the room at the back.
"Popii!"
The slime seemed to have smelt it too.
"Yeah, exactly. It reeks of blood."
I tried to push the door open, but it was stuck in place.
"You'll have to kick it down…" a solemn voice spoke up then. The cat that had been quiet all this time had also started getting gloomy.
I put some more strength into my hand and broke the door open. Stat 30 strength wasn't all that weak.
As the door slid open, a wave of putrid air assaulted me. I blocked my nose and scrunched my brows as I looked ahead.
Dried blood and scratches filled the walls of the room. Flies and maggots scourged through the bed where two bodies completely gored away lay.
It seemed to be the bodies of a man and a woman, but it was hard to identify their species let alone their gender. Lumps of fungus grew on the blackened bloodied dead bodies. Their heads were cracked open, eyes melted away, the white of their eyeballs still lingering around the pool of dried blood.
"Pi…"
The slime ran away at the sight, but the cat stayed.
I didn't find the scene gory, I had seen entire villages left in worse states back in the other world.
It was something else that left me unsettled.
Their bodies neither moved nor struggled.
These guys had not turned into zombies.
"Who killed them?" I asked. "When."
The fact that neither of them had been resuscitated could only be possible in two ways. They must be out of the range of the 'hard mode' that the Apocalypse Manager had made, which was out of the question right away since Central Darma was swarming with zombies.
Either that.
Or they had not died during the first scenario.
"She killed them."
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