37: A Pit Stop

A Pit Stop

After finally reaching Tokonosu City, Shizuka drove us to an empty gas station in order to get fuel. We weren't running low just yet but it would be useful in the long run if there was ever a situation where the car ran out and it left the group stranded.0

Stopping at one of the many pumps available, Saeko opened the sliding door and hopped out. I quickly followed, stretching my arms and legs due to the fairly crowded space we were all just sitting in. I mean, at least it was all mostly women.

Kohta was sitting in the front passenger seat, which left the rest for us.

"Alright... who's going and who's staying?" I asked, internally feeling like some kind of babysitter. I didn't actually mind it, though.

Rei held up a hand, her legs awkwardly moving as she made a cute face. "Um... I-I've had to pee for like the last thirty minutes and don't think I can hold it much longer."

Miku giggled, leaning into Rei's face with a playful smirk. "Waterrr..." She teased, trying to make the poor brunette lose control of her bladder.

I chuckled at their little interaction, waving towards the gas station for her to go ahead. "Someone needs to go with her just in case there are any attackers."

Saeko raised her hand before following after my girlfriend, taking a glance at me as she walked by. I winked, which made her let out a cute little laugh.

Turning to my left, Shizuka motioned that she'd be staying with the car and Saya did the same. It was clear that Miku was too since she hadn't moved at all. I nodded and began walking away from the vehicle, intent on exploring the gas station while the two girls went and did their business.

Kohta had apparently decided to follow, walking right behind me as a result.

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~Kohta's POV~

Walking towards the back of the gas station with Dante, I immediately saw a few zombies that appeared to be truckers. Well, 'used to' is probably a better way to put it, considering none of them were really alive anymore.

The good part about it was that we would be able to get past them fairly easily if neither one of us made much noise on our way to the back door, which would lead the both of us to a storage room.

"Stick to the wall and go slowly..." Dante whispered as he picked up a small rock before I did as told, making sure to avoid hitting anything that might fall over and fuck up our objective.

A zombie started to walk in our direction, however, it wasn't because it had caught us. I couldn't help but tense up a bit as my legs continued to move the rest of my body, anxiety creeping into my heart as the walking corpse got closer to the both of us.

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~Dante's POV~

Taking a quick glance back at Kohta, I noticed his nervous expression, which caused me to worry about whether or not he would be able to stay calm in the current situation that the two of us were in. I was prepared to throw the rock in my hand in order to make a distraction if he couldn't maintain his composure.

While Kohta is a funny and cool guy to be around, the only thing he's really useful for is his knowledge on firearms. Even then, I'm pretty sure that the training during my time in Salvation was much more informative than whatever the big guy knows.

However, it would be pretty cool if I could have him become some type of instructor for any newbies that we come across, particularly at the Takagi Estate. I suspect that it's going to be much more packed with people than it usually is whenever we finally get there.

The undead trucker groaned as he began to pass the both of us with sluggish movements, causing me to take a very quiet step to the right as it came a little too close for comfort. As I took that step, my head turned to check back on Kohta.

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~Kohta's POV~

Sweat trickled down the side of my head as my eyes were locked onto the vile creature shambling it's way past, the smell of the zombie's horrible breath nearly causing me to pass out and make my eyes water, but I somehow kept quiet and endured the assault to my senses.

'Holy fuck! You could use that as a torture device!'

The dirty zombie continued to walk in the opposite direction of us while I breathed out a sigh of relief before taking another step forward. Right before my foot touched back down onto the ground, Dante was in a crouched position stopping it from landing.

My surprise quickly turned into shock when he revealed an empty soda can exactly where my foot had been just about to come back down and I nearly had a heart attack because of the realization that hit me once I processed it all.

Just one step can make a situation like this turn sour, possibly leading to your death as well.

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~Dante's POV~

This fucking guy...

My god, he sure can be clumsy for someone so adept at using firearms with precision. Deciding not to show my annoyance, I smirked at the four-eyed shooter instead. "Watch your step, buddy."

After a shaky nod, I let go of his foot and turned back around before we soon reached the storage room door without much of a problem. There was still a decent amount of them surrounding us as we made it to the door but they weren't going to be that much of a problem at the moment.

Looking down at the ground, I saw a broken padlock that seemed to be cut in half. All I had to do was turn the knob and the two of us were now both inside.

"Look for anything that might be helpful to us and I'll do the same."

Kohta gave me a thumbs up and walked towards one side of the room while I went to the other. There was metal shelving that held a couple bags, along with a bunch of junk in boxes that I didn't pay any attention to.

An orange and gray duffle bag sat on a lower shelf right in front of me, covered in a thin layer of dust that gave me a small indication as to just how long it had been sitting there. For whatever reason, it appeared as if the main zipper had been broken due to an unknown reason.

Leaning forward, I began to check the other places which were capable of being opened. There was at least one pocket on every side of the duffle bag but only two of them actually contained an item of interest.

The first thing that was pulled from the bag turned out to be a loaded clip that belonged to some kind of handgun, which got me excited for what was inside of the main compartment.

The second item wasn't of much use to me considering I already have access to multiple different women if I was ever in the mood. However, I'm sure Kohta would've probably kept this with him in an alternate world where we switched places and checked each other's rooms instead.

It was an adult magazine that displayed a bunch of naked images. I mean, it was littered with women showing off their attractive bodies and this would no doubt cause Kohta to have a nosebleed. I'm nearly positive that it would happen.

Placing the dirty magazine back into the slot where it came from, I returned my attention back onto the main zipper of the duffle bag.

Shrugging my shoulders, I grabbed ahold of the remaining section of the zipper which was the part that slid back and forth, allowing it to open and close. Considering it was unable to do that anymore, the metal piece broke off when I yanked the duffle bag open with a strong downwards pull. My eyes immediately lit up when I realized what they were looking at.

If memory served me right, the pistol that I was currently examining in my hands was a CZ 75B.

"Have you found anything?" Kohta asked, coming around the corner with a flashlight in one hand, nearly blinding me in the process after I turned around at the sound of his voice. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head before cutting it off and walking closer.

Due to the fact that I was slightly turned around, he quickly saw the metal object in my hands and almost screamed. However, I was lucky enough to dash forward and shut his mouth closed, effectively saving our asses before any type of noise slipped out.

"If you don't keep quiet... I think I'm going to be the one that kills you."

My eyes were staring directly at him like they were about to start glowing red before burning through his skull. Kohta made sure to be much quieter after the serious threat.

Before we decided to go back to the black SUV, I let him check the handgun out. I wasn't sure whether to be amused or annoyed when the big guy started rambling way too fast for me to understand what he was even saying, talking to himself about certain aspects of the CZ 75B.

Kohta really knows his shit when it comes to firearms, I'll give him that.

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