Tomie poured water into the pot. We didn't find any drinks, only empty bottles. However, the building's water pipes were not cut and empty bottles were filled with tap water. I'm worried that the water won't be clean, but I think it's okay to drink it if you boil it.

While waiting, Tomie continued to make her hand crossbow. I didn't have anything to do, and I took out my pistol. I hadn't mentioned to Tomie that I had a pistol before, not because I didn't mean to hide it, but I even forgot about it during that time.

To be honest, I don't think a pistol is more comfortable than an axe when it comes to clearing zombies, and there are only six bullets.

"Hah, revolver." Tomie glanced at it and snorted, not meaning to take it at all.

"There are six bullets, for you." I say.

"I'd rather have that axe from you."

"That's not going to work."

"Seriously." She looked up at me, "I'm better at using an axe than you, don't you think you're better suited to shoot?" ”

"I don't think so." I said categorically.

"For what? Men love to shoot and are natural shooters. She raised her tail note and said like a speaker.

"I've only fired ten shots during military training, and it's still an outdated rifle...... I think you're better at it than I am. ”

"Listen, Achuan." She called me Ah Chuan, and it sounded a little weird, a little intimate, but not exactly like that. It's just that no one has ever called me that, and no matter how good my classmates are, as well as my parents who gave birth to me, they all call me "Gao Chuan".

Takakawa, a very casual sense of distance.

"In the case of a pistol, as long as you can pull the trigger, you can pose a threat, but the power of the axe depends on the level of the user."

"I'm at a good level, I killed the ghost dog."

"But I use it better. Whether the pistol is used by you or me, the power has not changed much. Shouldn't it be reasonably distributed at this time in order to form a greater combat power? ”

Tomie looked at me with a sincere look. In the middle of the day, I handed her the axe and pinned the pistol back to my waist.

Tomie grabbed the axe and laughed happily like a child getting a beloved toy.

"Thank you."

I suddenly wanted to smoke, so I took out my cigarette case. I suddenly realized that I was not the only one here, and that I had never smoked in front of others, but it was a little unnatural to take out the cigarette and take it back. Tomie noticed my movements, his eyes narrowing.

"Cigarettes? I just know that what honor students are, they are all lies, right? ”

"Nope. Probably. I excelled in my studies, finished in the top 10 of my school year, and reached the finals of the Mathematics Olympiad. I pleaded with some embarrassment: "Uh...... I've also published articles in magazines and newspapers, and I've been given a scholarship every year. ”

Tomie had a "I've seen through you" expression on his face.

"My classmates don't know what to do, do they?"

“…… Some. ”

"But there was no whistleblowing, so, some bad students?" She stared at me as if she wanted to see something on my face: "I wonder who else you smoke?" Teacher? Friend? Relatives? Parents? …… Ah, you deceived everyone, you big liar. ”

"No...... Well, I just don't want them to know that I smoke. I continued to defend dryly: "You know, this is personal privacy. ”

"You're a man...... It's so unstraightforward. ”

It's you who are too straightforward.

"Well, that's what I am." I gave up and lifted the cigarette: "Can I smoke it?" ”

"Give me one." She replied in surprise. He took the cigarette and said, "Camel? Yes, I love the brand. ”

I smiled meaninglessly.

We lit the smoke from the fire of the gas stove, and the two of us swallowed the clouds and smoked together, waiting for the water to boil.

The water in the pot boiled for a while before we poured it into the cups. After five minutes of suffocation, I devoured it. Tomie was probably very hungry too, and he sucked his face without any ladylike demeanor, and he didn't blush at all. Maybe she didn't care about it at all. I usually eat the same cup noodles, but it's never so delicious.

During this time, I told her about the senior in my school who disappeared and was found but had lost his memory.

"Some people go missing and never come back, and some come back with amnesia, which is a matter of concern." I say.

"If they all get to this place......" Tomie shook his head and didn't continue.

"The reason I can't go back is probably because I'm dead, or because I haven't found the right way. In the case of amnesia, it is probably the right way, but something happens, maybe they don't want us to go back with the memory. I analyzed.

"For what? Who are they? Doesn't it mean that we should be brave men who save the world? How can you do it without memory? ”

"I don't know what to do." I said, "But I'd like to try." ”

"What?"

"Write down your memories. Write a journal in your laptop or computer and take it out. ”

With that, I took out the notebook I had prepared and shook it in front of her eyes.

She froze for two or three seconds and nodded.

"Just do it."

So I started keeping a diary of what had happened up to the point when I went to the old school toilet and what had happened up to the present. Originally, it was only intended to be a brief narrative, but probably because there was plenty of time and the experience was impressive, it gradually became a novel-like description. Moods, thoughts, guesses, whether subjective or objective, are all contained in it.

For a while, I thought I was making copies of my soul on paper.

Maybe I have the potential to become a novelist. However, after I finished writing it, I read it myself, and I felt that it was very different from the feeling I felt when I put pen to paper, and I couldn't help but think, "Is this what I want to write?" Suspicion.

It's no wonder that many authors tear up their manuscripts as soon as they write them, and I think I understand their feelings a little.

When I raised my head, Tomie was looking down behind me for some time, and I quickly covered the paper with my arm, a little shy.

"Don't get in the way, it's very well written." She said with a smile.

I couldn't tell the difference between good and evil in this smile, but I was very embarrassed.

"You have to see, write it yourself." So I replied.

"That's boring, and I've never written a diary or a story." Tomie suddenly proposed with great interest: "How about sorting it out and voting for the publishing house when you go back?" Anyway, it looks like a fantasy story, and if it can sell for a lot of money, it may become a well-known writer in the future. ”,

"Are you kidding?"

"Of course not, I'm serious, you have to write me a little better."

"What does my diary have to do with you?"

"I'm the heroine." When Tomie said this, he didn't mean to blush at all.

I didn't want to dwell on the subject, so I asked her how she was doing.

"That's it." Tomie brought the simple hand crossbow from where he had been sitting.

It is more like a crossbow than a crossbow, two feet long, and looks somewhat like a rifle with an arc on it, with a skeleton made of wood, a trigger, a crosshair, and a shoulder rest, and the bowstring is a mixture of elastic bands and some silk threads, which is very tight, and if you don't have enough strength to wind it, you can use the same homemade lever winder.

Six crossbow arrows were also made, roughly the wooden strips were cut into semicircles, shallow grooves were cut on the flat side, the front section was sharpened, and counterweights were set.

It looks very lethal, but I don't know how effective it is.

Tomie walked up to the window, lifted the corner of the heavy dark blue curtain slightly, glanced out, and beckoned me to come over.

I approached her with a crossbow, and she took it and silently tapped a female zombie wandering outside the big iron gate. I understood what she meant, and opened the glass window a little through the reinforced planks.

Tomie pulls the string and inserts the bolt into the groove rail, aiming at the shoulder with the flat end like a rifle standing shot. Due to the limited window, my body was almost close to hers, and I could clearly feel the heat emanating from her body. It was the first time I had been so close to a woman other than a relative, and I was a little nervous.

Tomie's entire attention was on the female zombie who was chosen as her prey.

I tried to concentrate on following her gaze.

The bowstring snapped, the air tearing was not loud, and the slender black shadow barely saw through the courtyard in the night shadow.

The female zombie fell headlong to the ground, and the tail of the crossbow arrow was exposed in the right eye.

The sound of falling to the ground caused a commotion among the other zombies, but the source of the turmoil could not be found, and it gradually subsided again.

I closed the window, Tomie pulled the curtains back, and we sat back down at the portable gas stove.

"At such a distance, you have to aim at the eye, and you can shoot directly through the head within twenty steps." Tomie said, throwing the crossbow at me, "It's too loud to shoot, so you might as well use it." ”

"But ......"

"I use my axe for hand-to-hand combat, and you're in charge of ranged support."

A reasonable and practical combination.

"If you insist." I nodded, not saying anything stupid about men being in the way.

After that, Tomie and I made thirty crossbow arrows and a quiver with our hands.

After 10 p.m., we cleaned up the messy floor and laid the bedding side by side on the floor.

Although it hasn't been long since I entered the apocalyptic fantasy, the accumulated tiredness seems to have been writing homework for three days without sleep.

As soon as I lay down, I didn't want to get up again, but I couldn't sleep. It was as if there was a pile of debris rolling in a bucket in my head, and my self-confessed calm spirit was alive and well bouncing off the bottom.

Tomie turned over with the blanket in his arms, and came face to face with me, without saying anything, just looking at me quietly, and I didn't speak, just looked at each other.

There is a hint of emotion in the tranquility.

Long-lost sentimentality.

Only a third of the night has passed, and what will happen tomorrow?

Will you be able to go back safely?

"Do you want to hold hands?" Tomie asked me suddenly, her hand already stretched out of the blanket.

For a while, I held it and it was really warm.