Chapter 69: Gyeyangsan Relief Camp (9)
Objects dressed as researchers rushed towards us at the director’s signal, looking like they were dragged out of bed. Their unmotivated faces and awkward movements only made them more bizarre.
They moved more like zombies than even the zombie camp residents did.
Still, though they appeared to lack motivation, they stumbled towards us in a straight line with all the grace of a broken puppet show. Some were even bleeding profusely from missing limbs, but that still didn’t stop them. Nope, they kept on trucking towards us.
Preparing for the inevitable collision, I focused on the blood filling the floor which was seriously cramping my movements.
The fight kicked off with Junior No. 2 leading the charge.
Bang—! Bang—!
Two shots, two researchers down.
They dropped, their heads popping like ripe melons, but before we could celebrate, more replaced them.
Junior No. 1 and I stepped up to shield Junior No. 2 and the client. These researchers had taken out the ninja-wannabes, so yeah, this was gonna be a little tough.
As time ticked by, I knew I had to come up with a plan, fast.
Pow—!
With a loud bang, a researcher, now a broken, limbless mess, was thrown back, knocking over his buddies like a grotesque bowling ball.
After a few more minutes of this macabre game, Junior No. 1, our human bowling champ, cried out.
“What the fu—?!”
“Calm down! What’s wrong?” I asked, while swinging Watson as hard as I could.
“These researchers… Even if we bash their heads in, they keep moving.”
Following her line of sight, I saw the decapitated researchers slowly getting back on their feet.
Wha?! Why are these zombie knock-offs doing that? If you are gonna do that at least be cool like a Dullahan!
Hmm, should I chop their limbs off so that they can’t move anymore? Sure, but Junior No. 1 was the only one who could pull that off, and even she would run out of steam eventually.
MEEEOOOWWW—!
The cat Object on the client’s shoulder let out an anxious yowl. It seemed to be scared.
“Senior! Do something!!”
Hah, sigh… We were running on fumes at this point, having been gradually forced into the defensive.
Unlike the bootleg zombies we faced in the camp, these researchers were relentless, real monsters who didn’t stop attacking until they couldn’t move anymore.
Junior No. 1 was visibly exhausted, and since Junior No. 2, now out of ammo, was also dual-wielding hammers.
I had to somehow buy them some time, otherwise, we would all die.
Lifting Watson up, I called out, chanting like a mantra.
“Watson, please protect us.”
“Watson, please protect us.”