"How many of you are there?"
Vanessa shouted as she settled Winnie to one side.
"Five!" The other children poked their heads out too. Vanessa vaguely remembered them-she had seen them at the Mourning Poetry Society's dinner table.
"Allen... Older Brother's here too... he... he's dying!!" Alice's voice was choked with tears and despair.
Vanessa froze, feeling her heart slowly sink.
She knew her own fighting ability.
With that will controlling her perfectly, she could take down one corpse without getting hurt.
Two would be somewhat troublesome, and three or more would leave her injured... against more than five, she had almost no chance of winning.
But there was a whole crowd of enemies here. At a glance, she could see more than twenty.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out behind her. Dorothea had opened fire.
The bullet punched clean through a corpse's head. The corpse swayed, and only fell after another shot rang out.
"How many bullets do you have left?"
"Plenty! Three more boxes!" Dorothea shouted, then fired another four shots, dropping two corpses.
Then her gun fell silent.
The revolver's cylinder held six rounds. Its firepower was good, but when it came time to reload, she was in trouble.
Although the corpses were mindless monsters, they attacked all living people, and her gunfire had drawn quite a bit of attention besides.
At least several plague-infected corpses charged after her!
These corpses were slightly faster than ordinary people. Fortunately, the terrain was complicated, so Dorothea had little trouble leading them in circles through the ruins, but she could barely free her hands to reload.
More than ten monsters were also close on Vanessa's heels. There were simply too many, making even running in circles a struggle. Fortunately, Elliot's precise control made her movements more nimble and swift.
She spun