After the harrowing and dangerous journey of Hellsing, join (y/n) as he tackles his new hell, Zombies. How will he handle the undead and other survivors, we shall see. This is a sequel to my previous books so it's recommended that you read them firs...
I grabbed Yumiko before pulling her inside the room and slamming the door closed. I then saw a massive and heavy filing cabinet and shoved my shoulder against it, causing it to tip over in front of the door.
(y/n): This place is really starting to piss me off.
Zombies started banging on the door as I looked around the room. There wasn't much here, only a few Glock 9mm mags for Rika's gun but that was it.
Rika: So, you're the (y/n) that's been protecting my best friend huh?
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(y/n): Yeah.
Rika: And you promise she'll be safe?
(y/n): I promise you she will be.
Rika: Right. *turns to Yuriko* And, who might you be?
Yumiko: Yumiko Takagi.
(y/n): The mother of a friend of Shizuka's. However, we have bigger problems here.
Rika: Yeah, the undead now knocking on our door.
I walked over to the window and opened it slightly.
Rika: You're not going to find much but an 8-meter drop and more of the bastards crawling around or walking around.
I hummed a little.
(y/n): I see 2 large storage tanks way in the distance and I'm going to assume that's where the jet fuel is behind held. Approximately 1600 to 1700 meters away.
Rika: 1620 to be exact, I checked it with the range finder. And you're right, those are the storage tanks for the jet fuel. However, even I can't hit a shot like that, even with it being stationary. Besides, I don't even have my rifle. When this entire place went to hell, I left my rifle behind and locked myself in here.
I pulled my M82 out and rested it on the buttstock before threading the suppressor over the muzzle.
Rika: What are you doing?
(y/n): Creating a distraction.
I then removed the magazine and pulled back on the bolt, ejecting the live round already in the chamber before catching the bullet. I placed the bullet back in the mag before digging around in my jacket for a moment and pulling out a Raufoss MK 211. I placed the explosive .50 cal in the mag before putting the mag back in and pulling the bolt back, letting the explosive round slide into the chamber. I then braced the rifle against the windowsill and adjusted the magnification, making sure that it was on the highest magnification. I then looked at the grass and it was still, no wind. I then adjusted the elevation turret to make sure that I was shooting at the right elevation. I then moved my finger to the trigger and slowly let my breath out. I squeezed the trigger on empty lungs. After a solid couple of seconds, a massive explosion and fireball erupted. Kaboom. Rika rushed over next to me.
