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Beta by Slothful, Forzarismo, and Old Man of The Mountain/Darklord331
Chapter 4: A Survivor's Reward
"My lord, you sure can eat. Do you always have such an appetite?" Otis, the elderly black man, asks.
The question was a little rude, but I can understand why. I just cleaned three lunches we found in the employee fridge. And they weren't small lunches either.
"No. I didn't eat much during lunch today. I doubt I can handle one of these lunchboxes under normal circumstances." I dismiss, finishing my fourth can of soda. "I only realized how hungry I was after we left those walking corpses."
Otis' cheerful demeanor darkens at the reminder of our situation.
"The dead walking among us, eating the flesh of the living…" Otis' voice trails off. "How can something like this happen? Zombies are supposed to be things you see in movies or TV. Not in real life."
"We will wonder how this happened after we make the upper floors safe," I said, snapping Otis out of his thoughts. "Our lives are more important than trying to figure out the cause of the outbreak."
"I can agree to that," Otis says, throwing his empty can into the trash.
Trash. I had overlooked a critical detail in my plan.
Trash itself doesn't seem like a problem at first. Just burn what we can and toss out the rest. But what if we are stuck here for weeks? Months? The trash will attract vermin, such as roaches and rats. And those vermin will carry diseases.
If one of us gets sick, it would be an issue as going to the doctor or hospital is no longer an option. We can do everything to keep ourselves safe from zombies, but we can't say the same for germs.
And with this topical heat, corpses will rot faster, signaling an all-you-can-eat buffet for the rodents.
I might have to look for other places we can use as a safe house.
It's funny, in a way. I had gone through zombie-infested floors to make this hotel my safe house, and I'm already planning on abandoning it.
But that is a mindset I will need to adopt if I want to survive. I need to understand that there will be times when cutting my losses will be the best course of action. Be it supplies, places, or even people.
"Are you okay, Futo?" Otis ask.
"Yeah, why?" What is with that question? "Also, call me Yuji. If we're working together to survive, we should be on a first-name basis."
"Because you had a nasty look on your face. It looked almost angry." Otis explains.
Ah. That's why. I need to work on my poker face as well, it seems.
"Sorry. I was thinking about what I saw traveling to the main lobby. About how several of my classmates were…" my voice trails off.
"Damn…" Otis quietly said, giving me a look of pity.
It wasn't that bad, but that's the worrying thing. I saw a girl who was in my class having her intestines eaten by a group of zombies, and all I was worried about was not making more noise than their chewing. I felt sorry for her and her untimely death, but it would be a lie if I said her death would leave a lasting impact on me. Perhaps this is due to the system. It's muting my emotions to a level where I can react to something, but I'm unlikely to panic.
I push the thought to the back of my mind, get up, and walk to the open employee fridge.
"You're still hungry?!" Otis yells out in shock.
"No. I'm just grabbing some food for my group. I'm positive they will be starving when I meet up with them, and if they learn I had eaten and got them nothing." I shudder at the thought. "I know better than to incur a woman's wrath, especially six of them."
Otis stares at me in disbelief before he starts laughing.
"It isn't that funny," I complain, feeling my face heat up from embarrassment.
"Nah, I thought nothing would scare you after seeing zombies and that thing upstairs, but seeing you're afraid of angering the women in your group." Otis chuckle. "Sorry, it's just too silly not to laugh at."
"I'm glad I provided some amusement for you," I said dryly. "Besides the master key, is there anything else we should grab?"
"You said you are blocking off the twentieth floor, right?" Otis asks, to which I nod. "Then I want to grab my blowtorch to weld the doors shut."
"There's a blowtorch here? Why would a blowtorch be at a hotel? And you know how to use one?"
Otis gives me a smirk. "I wasn't in the hotel business all my life. I used to work in construction, but old age started to affect my work, so I have been jumping from job to job. Mall security, IT support, and janitor. Among other things." Otis sighs. "I thought I got lucky landing this job. Just work a few more years than I can retire and live the rest of my days on the beach with a good book." Suddenly, Otis's expression brightens up. "Though, I guess I am pretty lucky. I could be a rotting corpse instead."
"True. We're pretty lucky in the grand scheme of things." I said, putting the remaining lunches to the side. Then, an idea popped into my head. "Otis, can you teach me how to work the surveillance system?"
"Sure I can. It isn't that difficult, but why?"
"Because we need to figure out what kind of undead we're dealing with," I explain. "I thought the only kind we have to deal with is the slow, blind ones, but now there is one with half its head missing and can talk. We need to know if there are fast-moving zombies or other ones like Ears."
"Ears?" Otis gives me a confused look.
"I'm workshopping a name for that undead we saw in the lobby. We can't call it all the time. It has incredible hearing, so Ears." I shrug. "Naming things was never my strong suit."
"It's okay, but now we should head to the hotel director's office. Hopefully, Robert didn't leave with the master key." Otis said.
As Otis leads me to our destination, I begin to wonder something. "Hey, Otis. What else on this floor besides the employee break room and your former boss's office?"
"There is the server room, the surveillance room, which doubles as the security room, food storage, the kitchen, and a laundry room for bedding. Oh. And there is a door that leads to the employee-only parking area." Otis rattles off, not breaking his stride.
"Employees don't park in the front with other cars?"
"No. Robert said if we parked our crappy and old cars up front, it would hurt the hotel's image." Otis's expression sours. "Though it didn't stop the asshole from parking upfront himself."
"Otis, I need you to tell me how you get from the main road to the employee parking garage and everything about the path."
"We drive off the main road onto a dirt road leading down to a cliffside. There is a metal guardrail along the cliff to keep people from driving off and falling into the ocean. The dirt road is full of twists and turns that you will be carsick when you reach the parking garage. And there is a fence blocking the entrance. You would scan your employee ID, and someone in the security room would open the gate."
"If the garage is clear, we can leave the hotel."
"But didn't you say you plan to stay in the hotel until help arrives?"
"Yes, I am. But while we have plenty of food, water, and power, we don't have much medicine beyond headache meds or weapons besides kitchen knives and what I looted from a policeman's corpse. And we need an emergency radio." I explain.
"And there could be other survivors," Otis remarks.
I'm not sure how I can handle other survivors. We have plenty of food right now, and we can use the manpower, as the group is made of me, a teenage boy, an older man, five high school girls, and a female teacher, but if I take in too many people too fast, our food supplies will run up in no time. There is also the risk whoever I'm bringing back is a spy to tell their group where survivor camps are for them to raid. But I don't know if I'll be able not to help survivors if I encounter one, even when I know the risks.
While I was having my dilemma, Otis stopped in front of a door with a golden plaque with the word 'Director Office' in bold text. Otis then steps aside, allowing me to enter the room first as I'm the only one both armed and fit enough to fight off a zombie.
I grab the doorknob, twist, and push open the door, greeted with the scent of blood that I had become all too familiar with.
Thankfully, judging by the scene, it was a suicide—the splatter of a mushy gray substance cakes the wall.
"Robert." Otis weakly mutters as I enter the room. I have gone through at least twenty floors full of blood and gore. One more room makes no difference.
"Otis, if you can't follow me, tell me what the master key looks like," I said.
"No. I can handle it." Otis said, beginning his search as far from the body as he could.
That's fine. I want to search the body anyway. As I approach the body, I notice several pills, small scapes of paper, powder, and syringes litter the desk. "Did Robert have a history of drug abuse?"
"Yeah, and drinking. It's no secret that college kids come here for breaks to party; some partied a little too hard. Robert doesn't even try to hide his dirty habit because he is the owner's son." Otis's voice becomes heated. It seems Robert wasn't well-liked by his staff. "We lost count of how many times we find him high, drunk, or both."
I begin sifting through the mess on his desk.
"What are you doing?" Otis asks.
"Looking for prescription meds," I answer. "I have seen stories about prescription drug abuse on the news, far more than regular drugs, so it's possible Robert has some powerful pain medication like morphine."
"I see. I'll keep an eye out for his stash. It shouldn't be hard to find. I already found where he hides in alcohol." Otis said, holding up a bottle of what I'm assuming to be expensive liquor. "But how would you be able to tell if it's morphine from any regular drug?"
"I had a sporting accident last year, and the doctor gave me some." I lied. I can't tell Otis about the system and not expect him to treat me like I'm going insane. I have been feeding him lies since we teamed up.
How am I so fluent in English despite being Japanese? My parents and I go on a yearly trip to the States. Small lies that wouldn't get much people's attention.
I pick up a small blue pill that my system tells me that it was morphine. "This is what morphine pills look like." I showed Otis, who nodded.
As I scan the desk for more morphine pills, I notice a small red pill. I pick it up, seeing it is called a T-pill. It is the only drug among the mess that I know nothing about. Perhaps some new designer drug?
A familiar light-blue LDS screen appears in front of my face. But what it says chills me to the core of my very being.
[T-pill] - A pill containing a T-Virus (Tryant Virus) sample. A bioweapon developed by the Umbrella Corporation. This bioweapon has the effect of reanimating the dead and causing mutations in certain subjects.
T-This is-
Congratulations! You figured out the cause of the outbreak! And you did it faster than most zombie games or films.
I ignore Shin's comment, gathering all the red pills that I can find and putting them into my inventory. If I get these pills to a scientist, a cure might be possible.
After I gathered all the pills, I moved my search to the body. The top of its head is like a bloomed flower of bone fragments and mushy gray matter. If I didn't have the system, I would be puking my guts out right about now. That if I wasn't dead at that point. But because the system suppresses my emotions, I can think more clearly and see details I would easily overlook in my panicked state.
My main reason to believe that Robert committed suicide is because of the state of the wall. It's the only surface with gore on it, which means Robert's head exploded from the inside, and his brain caked the wall.
And seeing as there isn't a large spot void of brain matter, bone, and blood, the chances that another survivor attacked Robert before we came is unlikely. Especially considering only people with employee ID can access this floor.
I crouch down to his hands, finding what I was looking for.
"God damn it," I grunt out a curse.
"You need help with something?" Otis asks.
"If you can find me a pair of scissors, that would be great," I grunt out. Just let go already!
"Scissors? Why did you need scissors?"
"To cut off this bloody finger."
The sound of shattering glass rings out, causing me to turn to Otis and see his horrified expression.
"Robert killed himself with a gun, but I can't pry it out of his hand." I quickly explain. Otis calmed down but is still clearly uncomfortable.
"Robert had a gun in his office?" Otis walks towards me, seeing the handgun in Robert's right hand. "I guess you were right about Robert killing himself. But he never seemed like the type to do it."
"He probably got himself before or during the outbreak, and the drugs in his system caused him to commit suicide. The drugs clouded his mind, and when he saw or heard that the dead were eating people, he decided to take the easy way out." I theorize. "Drugs are a powerful and deadly thing, after all. Let's just be happy that he never used it when he was high."
"Okay. Robert had a gun, and you want it. But do you even know how to use a gun?" Otis questions.
"No. But a gun is a powerful weapon. Then there is the possibility of someone in my group taking it and either killing themselves in an accident or on purpose. At least this way, we can keep it safe." I reason with Otis. But I do need to learn how to fire a gun. If I don't know how, then these are just useless lumps of metal.
Special Mission
Objective: Find five guns
Reward: Guns for Dummies book, one gun repair kit, and one gun cleaning kit
Failure: None
Otis seemed to agree with my logic as he handed me a pair of scissors. Otis grabbed the gun, making sure it wasn't pointing at us as I tried to cut off the finger. Which is easier said than done, but eventually, the finger gave, though I almost had a heart attack when the gun misfired. Thankfully, neither of us was injured, but we both agreed to leave the gun and the one I got from the dead cop in a locked room until we figured out how to handle a pistol without killing ourselves in the process.
Otis places the gun on the desk as we begin searching the drawers, finding a box of ammunition for the handgun and the master key. We left the office as we found what we were looking for, locking it behind us as Otis and I discussed what to do with Robert's body before deciding on throwing it off the roof tomorrow. It's far from respectable, but we have to deal with it before it starts rotting, as well as the blood and brain matter stuck to the wall. Sure, it would make more sense to do it now, but neither do I nor Otis want to do it.
I want to head up to the VIP floors, throw these bloody clothes away, take a shower, and collapse on a soft bed.
[Twenty minutes later - Miku's P.O.V.]
I can't help but think this is heaven as the hot water from the showerhead rains down on me. The hot water soothed the aching muscles from lifting all that furniture to block the stairway, which ended up pointless as the old guy wielded the door shut. But I would do it all over, considering what Yuji went through.
Yuji deserves more credit than I'm giving him. When I first saw Yuji, I thought he was some boring guy trying to get into my pants, but he's pretty reliable.
Most people wouldn't volunteer to go down almost twenty floors full of zombies for a key that isn't guaranteed to be there. Then there is the fact he can act on his words. I have seen plenty of guys talk big but crumple under pressure like a wet paper towel.
That's why Yuji is our little group's leader despite having people much older than him. Nobody says it, but we all know it. Yuji is the only one among us willing to take risks and able to kill a zombie with no hesitation. Sure, some people might say how easily he's able to smash a person's head is a worrying sign, but in a zombie outbreak, those traits are critical.
And seeing as Yuji is the unspoken leader, it makes sense for me to try and get on his good side~.
I step out of the shower, quickly dry myself off, and apply my makeup.
Of course, this wasn't originally my makeup, but who cares? The original owner is either far away from this hotel or dead. But as the old saying goes, their loss is my gain. I have certainly gained.
The lipstick I'm applying now would cost me a couple hundred thousand yen.
Designer dresses and clothes are all in my size as well! These clothes must have belonged to some old rich perv's young squeeze. But now they are mine.
And clothes and makeup weren't the only things of interest I found.
Slipping on a pair of red lingerie, I admire my reflection, seeing myself in a red bra a size too small, with matching panties, stockings, and garter belts. The bra and panties are semi-see-through but only enough to give a playful taste.
I know countless boys and even teachers who lust for my body. And I'm not ashamed to say I use my looks to my advantage. Why work over forty hours when I can have sex with some old guy? I probably even made more money that way.
To me, sex is a weapon to get what I want, and I want to be Yuji's main girl.
I don't have any feelings for Yuji. He is reliable and decently cute, but I prefer guys with more muscle on them. I'm only going to have with Yuji for my benefit.
By being Yuji's girl, I'm more entitled to protection and food, which are in high demand right now.
I grab a bathrobe, covering myself as I leave my room. While I have no problem with others seeing my body, I don't want Kyoko lecturing me about modesty. Though I doubt she is awake after everything today. All of us are pretty tired.
Of course, that meant nothing to my plans. If Yuji is already asleep, I'll simply crawl into his bed and give him the best wake-up call.
As I stepped out of my room, I noticed two other girls in the hallway, one with short hair and the other with glasses. I believe their names are Taniuchi Fumiko, the one with glasses, and the other is Kawamoto Momo.
A small part of me wonders why they are up so late, but you don't need to be a detective to know why. The two are close. Way too close. Even Ichijou and Niki are not as close as them, and they are partially everywhere together.
But it doesn't concern me if they want to have some nightly fun.
As I walk towards the elevator, Momo notices me, or to be accurate, my state of dress, but I ignore her and Fumiko as I make my way up the stairs, making it clear where I'm going.
When we decided who would get what room, we agreed that Yuji should get the penthouse suite as he did most of the hard work. It would be a lie if I said I didn't want it myself, not that my current room isn't luxurious itself, but as I said earlier, it's better for me in the long run if I'm on Yuji's good side. Besides, if my plan works, I'll be moving in there soon enough.
And now that I think about it, it's good that Momo and Fumiko saw me going up, as the rest of the group will assume Yuji and I are closer than we are. It would make others less likely to copy my plan. Then again, the women in our group aren't like my friends.
Momo and Fumiko seem to have a thing for each other, but I chalk them up more as bisexuals than lesbians, though I could be wrong. Niki and Ichijou don't seem to have an interest in Yuji. And Kyoko isn't a teacher who would sleep with their student. All of which are problems for part two of my plan.
After all, what better girl than the one who brings more beautiful women into the bedroom? And all teenage boys want a harem.
Again, I'm not doing this out of love or loyalty to Yuji. If someone stronger than Yuji enters the group and demands the position of leader, then I will jump on his cock just as I will with Yuji's.
I would rather be a treacherous bitch but alive than loyal and dead.
I open the door leading into the penthouse. Otis had disabled the electronic locks on the door, as we only have one master key, and if we lose it, our rooms will be locked, and we have no way to open it besides breaking down the door. Though this doesn't mean anybody can walk into anyone's room freely, there are still deadbolts and chains, so we still have some privacy.
As I step in, two things stand out. One is the beautiful view of the city, ruined by buildings that are on fire and the sounds of sirens and explosions, with the occasional gunshot ringing out. The second was Yuji, drinking at the penthouse bar, and wearing a bathrobe. And judging the two bottles next to him, he has been drinking for a while, which helps me and my plans.
"I didn't think you were the type to do underage drinking." I chuckle, drawing Yuji's attention away from the bottle and showing me his flushed face. "Would you like some company?" I said sensually. Yuji isn't trying to hide his wondering eyes, roaming my legs and the open parts of my robe.
"Sure. It beats drinking alone like some sad alcoholic." Yuji chuckles, taking another big gulp of his drink.
I grab what Yuji is drinking, an imported beer. Or is it local here? It doesn't matter. I popped off the top and held towards Yuji, who had a confused expression. "Cheers to surviving," I said, drawing a small chuckle from Yuji. We tap our bottles and start drinking. I can practically feel Yuji's eyes on me as I drink. It must be due to the alcohol. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so transparent with his staring.
"Having trouble sleeping?" I ask.
"Am I that obvious?" Yuji sighs, taking another sip. "Yeah. The noise outside makes it hard to sleep, among other things."
"Then let me give you something to take your mind off it," I said, grabbing Yuji's head and locking lips with him.
Yuji has gone stiff but isn't fighting against my kiss. I took the chance of Yuji's stunned silence to deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth, causing Yuji to snap out of his daze and return the kiss, cupping my breasts.
I break the kiss, Yuji's eyes burning with lust for me, causing my lips to turn into a sinful smirk. I lean towards Yuji, "How about we take this somewhere more private?" I ask, lightly blowing into his ear, causing him to shiver excitedly.
Yuji swallows but nods to request.
"Good. Which way to the bedroom?" Yuji raised his hand, pointing up the stairway. "Come on, big boy." I got up from my seat, pulling Yuji up with me. "It's time for you to get your reward for all your hard work~." I giggle lightly, going towards the stairs, swaying my hips side-to-side with a light bounce in my step.
I can feel Yuji's eyes glued to my ass as he follows me to the master bedroom. Virgins are so easy.
Once we entered the bedroom, we had another heated kiss, with me untying Yuji's robe, causing it to fall off his body, leaving him only in his boxers, which had a noticeable bulge.
I untied my robe, falling to the ground just like Yuji's robe did, feeling Yuji's gaze trail my body. I got on my knees and pulled down Yuji's boxers, revealing his well-sized cock.
Yuji's cock isn't the biggest one I have ever seen, but it has decent length and, more importantly, girth. Six inches in length and thick enough for sex to feel good but not enough to be painful.
"If girls knew what you're packing, you would be more popular." I tease, lightly jerking the hot, hard cock.
I put the head into my mouth, hearing Yuji take a deep, sharp breath. I lick the head all over before taking it out so I can run my tongue along Yuji's shaft. Once the cock is nice and wet, I take it in my mouth again, lightly bobbing my head as I look up at Yuji, who is breathing heavily.
I have to say, Yuji is probably one of the better people I have given a blowjob to. I lost how many times I had guys who would talk big, only to cum as soon I put their cock in my mouth, or guys who don't properly wash themselves. Yuji knows how to clean himself and has decent stamina for a virgin, but I can tell that he isn't far from cumming.
I speed up my bobbing, taking Yuji's cock down my throat,
"I'm about to cum." Yuji warns me. What a rare gentleman.
Yuji's hot cum fills my mouth, tasting his salty seed as I swallow. The taste wasn't great but bearable, and I know guys love watching girls swallow their cum.
Seeing Yuji's cock is still erect despite cumming once. He certainly would have been popular in my friend group. "Now it's time for the main event," I said, taking off my bra and pulling down my panties. I take Yuji's hand, leading him to the bed before shoving him, causing his back to meet the bedsheets, allowing me to climb on him.
I grab his cock and place the head against my wet slit.
"Wait. What about the condom?" Yuji asks.
I give him a smirk. "I'm on the pill," I said, sitting down as Yuji's member entered inside me. I was planning to party by the pool tonight, and sometimes, those parties lead to sex. And while I enjoy sex, the idea of me becoming a mother to the child of some guy that I never see again is a major turnoff.
Hopefully, there are more birth-control pills or morning-after medicine on the lower floor as I left my pills in my room, and there is no way I'm going down there. I would rather have a baby than risk my life.
Yuji quickly got over the shock of losing his virginity, rising to cup my breasts and kiss my neck. His thrusts are wild, as if he was possessed. He must be close to cumming a second time. A little fast, but again, he was a virgin who probably never kissed a girl before me.
"Cum inside me~. Mark me as yours." I moan into his ear, causing him to thrust to become stronger. His hands move away from my chest as he roughly gropes my ass. Soon enough, I feel the familiar sensation of cum entering my welcoming womb, making me let out a moan.
I was expecting Yuji to tap out, but to my surprise, he rolled me over so that he was the one on top, his eyes yearning for more.
I give Yuji a beckoning smile, feeling Yuji's still-hard dick buried deep inside me.
Tonight is going to be a long night~.
{Bouns Scene}
I don't know what's louder, the banging on the door or the drumming of my heart.
"Mommy. Where is Daddy?" my daughter whispers.
I forced myself to smile, trying to keep my daughter calm. "Daddy is looking for help. So we need to be quiet until he returns. Can you do that for me, honey?" I ask, getting a trembling nod from her. "Good girl," I said, gently rubbing her head.
I hate lying to my daughter, but I can't tell her that Daddy is gone. I can't do that to my daughter, my poor, sweet Alice.
The trip was supposed to be a fun family vacation. To celebrate Sota's, my late husband, promotion. But instead, this family trip became a trip to hell.
Oh, Sota. I loved how kind and gentle you were. It was what caused me to fall in love with you. But to think that same kindness caused your death is heartbreaking.
And I can't hate you for that.
You saw a child, all alone and surrounded by living corpses, and you didn't hesitate to rush in to save her. I wanted to stop you, but I know you wouldn't listen. You were the type who put the needs of his family and others over himself. And while you did save that child, you got yourself bitten in the process, and we both saw what happens to people when they get bitten.
You give me the girl and tell me to keep her and Alice safe, telling me you love me before running off, screaming your lungs out, drawing as many of those undead monsters as possible. All before I can say 'I love you' one last time.
I'm sorry, honey. It seems I wasn't able to fulfill your last request. I tried getting us into the city, but those things kept finding us despite being as quiet as possible. It's almost like they know where we are at.
I pull Alice close, my arms enveloping her in a tight hug. Even though I failed my husband's last wish, we'll be reunited with him soon, a sad, gentle comfort in our situation.
As I hug my daughter, my gaze turns to the girl my husband sacrificed his life to save.
She hasn't let even a whimper since my husband saved her, not even thanking him for rescuing her, but I can't bring myself to be angry at her. She seems to be the same age as Alice, maybe a year old at most, and seeing as we found her all alone, it wasn't hard to figure out what happened to her parents.
I can hardly even imagine what she has seen and gone through. Even now, instead of getting close to Alice and me, she over by herself, her long black hair covering her face.
I heard the door break down with a heavy thud. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, only to feel something cold and wet splash against my face. I open my eyes, stunned at what stands at the broken-down doorway.
"S-Samurai?" I said out of confusion. The person is in samurai armor, which you would see in the Sengoku era.
The person removed the armored mask, shocking me again because the person wearing the armor was a blond-haired, blue-eyed girl.
{?'s P.O.V.}
Soon. Soon, I will have the perfect family.
The man from before doesn't fit the role of the father. He was too weak.
The woman with pink hair will work for my mother. For now, at least. But the younger pink-haired girl is perfect for the position as my younger sister, and the same goes for this new person as the older sister.
Now, I just need to find someone perfect for the role of Daddy, and my family will be complete.
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