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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]
A semi-automatic pistol manufactured by SIG Sauer that fires 9x19mm Parabellum rounds. This particular weapon has only been fired by the manufacturer and the gun shop that sold it. The grips on the frame are removable and can be replaced with others for various bonuses. Useless without bullets.
Current Grip: Polymer (No Effect)
Deals [Piercing] damage of 75 to any location a bullet strikes. 100% chance of critical hit if the head or any internal organs are struck by a bullet.
Can be used as [Improvised] close combat weapon, dealing [Bludgeoning] damage. S+5.
Magazine Loaded: 15/15 Bullets, not chambered.
"Wow." Issei blinked. That was pretty detailed, but there was something…detached, about the way [Observe] was describing the weapon before him. As if it found the gun distasteful to describe, so it gave the most clinical description it could. It made sense to Issei; close combat weapons and magic had been around for thousands of years, while firearms were (relatively speaking) new-fangled devices that his Sacred Gear apparently didn't trust or like.
Gingerly picking up the gun, Issei placed it, and the three spare magazines, into his inventory. He might as well use it in this base, if nothing else. He had no desire to get near to a zombie if it was at all possible, making this weapon something he would use gladly if it meant keeping the walking dead things as distant as possible until he re-killed them.
Don't look at him like that; no one in their right mind would want to get near a walking, rotting corpse! Not only was it damned unsanitary, but Zombie Bites were fucking one-hit K.O. and then you rose up as a gross shambler yourself. He'd never get to fondle Oppai if he was a zombie, the hot schoolgirls would be even more interested in smashing his skull than they ever were before!
Highschool of the Dead had some nice Oppai and great fanservice, but it was still freaky as hell.
Examining the actual desk itself, Issei noticed a memo similar to the ones he'd seen in the Ratman Burrows up until now.
'To the Head of Project Rat Poison
The Rat King Project has produced satisfactory results, but the chance that the specimens might revolt against us cannot be discounted, which is why we at Central Command created Project Rat Poison, with the express purpose of having a contingency plan for such an instance occurring. Ignore any directives and suggestions by the Head of Project Rat King; your purpose is to create a poison that can and will slay any and all ratmen that it is exposed to it.
While wasting the not-inconsiderable amount of time, money and materials that we have invested into Project Rat King would be something of an inconvenience, the threat of a new supernatural race existing outside of our control, one that we created to boot, is not something we can countenance. Work hard, Mr Seto.
Should the activation of your project prove necessary, an Agent will reveal himself and identify himself as Flamberge. Take his appearance as clearance to activate your project as the final failsafe.
For the Purity and Sanctity of Our Souls.'
The memo was dated roughly three months previously. Issei looked at another sheet of paper, this time something that Seto Tetsuo had written himself.
'Why me? Where did it all go so wrong?
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