Several people cautiously went to set the fires, hiding for ages at the slightest disturbance. Anyone who did not know better would have thought they were professional agents.
About two kilometers from Takagi's residence, a huge horde of dead bodies had gathered and was slowly moving this way. At the very front were two people in uniforms, but only one held a firearm... It seemed these dead bodies had been drawn over by the people who had gone out to clear them.
The remaining two were wound tight enough to snap at any moment. Watching the dead bodies draw ever closer, the unarmed man was on the verge of breaking down. "Why are we still worrying about this?! We need to run! If we escape, we'll be saved, won't we?!"
"You fucking shut your mouth! What about the brothers still out there? They only got separated from us—they'll come back! If this horde of dead bodies blocks them outside, who's going to take responsibility?"
"Heh." The short-haired man in a black uniform stared wide-eyed at the approaching horde. "Them? They're definitely dead! Only the two of us made it out. If we don't leave now, do you want us all to die?!"
Bang! Flame burst from the shotgun's muzzle, blasting apart the brains of a dead body not far ahead. He turned and roared, "Say they're dead again and see if I don't shoot you right now! Get over here and help!"
He looked at the short-haired man who kept backing away. "What are you standing around for? Even holding them off for a while would be good enough—we can give them time to react and send support!"
"No... no, it's impossible." Sweat dripped endlessly from his forehead, his pupils filled with terror. "The two of us can't stop them.