Chapter 87: [87]:Rat King
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"How the hell did they get raised as fucking zombies though?!" Issei groaned aloud. Out of all of the many games he had played over the years, the ones he had enjoyed least had been one like Silent Hill and Resident Evil. Sure, shooting zombies was fun and all, but did they have to make it so hard to save? Stupid recording tape...Anyway, this was going to be a pain. Zombies, if these ones were anything like the ones in films and games, were stupidly strong thanks to having no mental limiters on their muscles, and more modern depiction of zombies, like in the British Film 28 Days Later, had them being rather swift on their feet to boot.
Shaking his head to clear it of zombie-fuelled apocalyptic nightmares, Issei returned his focus to what he here for, investigating what was going on here, which had the newly added objective of finding out what the hell was causing the undead corpses on the floor below.
"Well, let’s get down to a bit of burglary..." Issei muttered, deactivating his magic and putting away his weapons. The door was solid and well-built; if one of the shambling horde below tried to batter it down he’d have plenty of time to draw them again before anything managed to break through.
Breaking into the desk drawers was easy, as the keys were lying right there on top of the desk. A bunch of folders and files regarding Project Rat Poison in the large bottom drawer went into his inventory to be looked through later and perhaps presented to the Devils. In the smaller drawer, he paused as he beheld a rare sight in Japan; a firearm. It was a small one that he didn’t recognise, so he used [Observe] on it.
[SIG Sauer SIG Pro SPC 2022]