thirst. I came here because I wanted to support the idiots who are carrying out the idiotic plan to get out of the desert.”
“Just so you know, once the Gastrea rush into this place, you won’t be able to run away.”
“I understand completely.”
“Doc, I thought you were a more logical person.”
Sumire grinned again. “Humans think about things logically and then move because of their emotions. I am the same. Keep moving, Rentaro. If you stop, death will catch up to you.”
“You’re right… Thanks, Doc.” Rentaro suddenly remembered something and asked her about Enju behind him in a low voice. “Doc, did you hear about Enju?”
Sumire’s eyes narrowed, and her expression grew stern for an instant. “Yeah, I did. Her classmates were killed because of all that uproar, right? It was very unfortunate.”
“Doc, how does Enju look to your professional eyes?”
“Don’t worry, she’s probably already fine.”
“What?” Rentaro’s mouth dropped open, stunned speechless.
“Enju has more mental strength than we think she has.”
“R-really?”
“You’re a really suspicious guy, aren’t you? Well, it might be that with the immediate danger of the Gastrea, she’s just not thinking about the bombing incident. Just in case, don’t say anything to her that might make her remember the incident.”
His strength suddenly left him in relief. It was all just his needless worrying. At the same time, he became embarrassed by all the nervous actions he took around Enju.
Sumire nodded in satisfaction and looked back at Enju and Kisara, clapping her hands. “Now, you two don’t need to help anymore, so go home and rest.”
“What will you do, Dr. Sumire?” Kisara asked wonderingly.
Sumire stuffed both hands into the pockets of her lab coat and smiled. “I will spend the night here. I’m going to do my own job. It’s better than you’d expect. It’s the perfect dimness with a nice atmosphere thanks to all the candles reminding us to slow down and reflect. On top of that, the groans of the patients around me make me feel like I’m in the middle of a zombie movie. Thanks to that, I feel like I’ll have some wonderful nightmares.”
After waiting outside the gym for a while, Enju and Kisara came outside. Rentaro accompanied the girls, walking streets wet with rain.Following the shining GPS dot sent from Shoma’s cell phone, they headed toward the place supposedly secured for them to spend the night. When he finally raised his face, Rentaro found a ruin standing in the middle of a thick forest. It was called Century Heights Hotel.
“Is this the place, Rentaro?” Enju asked him.
“Yeah… At least, it’s supposed to be,” he replied.
“I don’t like it. It’s kind of creepy,” said Kisara.
Rentaro couldn’t help but agree with Kisara’s opinion. He lifted the flashlight and shined it on the unfinished woodwork of the building; the place looked like a haunted house.
There was ivy growing over the edifices, and the place looked like it had sports facilities, including a pool and tennis court. It looked like it was trying to be an all-in-one leisure facility, but that resulted in an air that smacked of identity confusion. Picking up a pamphlet that had fallen on the ground, he was surprised to find that one could even hold weddings here, once upon a time.
“This plateau breeze will make your life more sophisticated.”
The aesthetic sense of that catchphrase seemed to go beyond a strained laugh and gave him the shivers instead.
Rentaro and the others carefully picked their way through the entrance, where the ceiling had already collapsed.
“Oh, Big Brother. Welcome.” Wearing an apron over her clothes, Tina had a candlestick in one hand and a feather duster in the other and was running toward him noisily. “I cleaned this hotel so that we can live in it.”
Rentaro saw that the dust on the ground had been swept, and the broken glass in the windows had been removed, so it felt
“Just so you know, once the Gastrea rush into this place, you won’t be able to run away.”
“I understand completely.”
“Doc, I thought you were a more logical person.”
Sumire grinned again. “Humans think about things logically and then move because of their emotions. I am the same. Keep moving, Rentaro. If you stop, death will catch up to you.”
“You’re right… Thanks, Doc.” Rentaro suddenly remembered something and asked her about Enju behind him in a low voice. “Doc, did you hear about Enju?”
Sumire’s eyes narrowed, and her expression grew stern for an instant. “Yeah, I did. Her classmates were killed because of all that uproar, right? It was very unfortunate.”
“Doc, how does Enju look to your professional eyes?”
“Don’t worry, she’s probably already fine.”
“What?” Rentaro’s mouth dropped open, stunned speechless.
“Enju has more mental strength than we think she has.”
“R-really?”
“You’re a really suspicious guy, aren’t you? Well, it might be that with the immediate danger of the Gastrea, she’s just not thinking about the bombing incident. Just in case, don’t say anything to her that might make her remember the incident.”
His strength suddenly left him in relief. It was all just his needless worrying. At the same time, he became embarrassed by all the nervous actions he took around Enju.
Sumire nodded in satisfaction and looked back at Enju and Kisara, clapping her hands. “Now, you two don’t need to help anymore, so go home and rest.”
“What will you do, Dr. Sumire?” Kisara asked wonderingly.
Sumire stuffed both hands into the pockets of her lab coat and smiled. “I will spend the night here. I’m going to do my own job. It’s better than you’d expect. It’s the perfect dimness with a nice atmosphere thanks to all the candles reminding us to slow down and reflect. On top of that, the groans of the patients around me make me feel like I’m in the middle of a zombie movie. Thanks to that, I feel like I’ll have some wonderful nightmares.”
After waiting outside the gym for a while, Enju and Kisara came outside. Rentaro accompanied the girls, walking streets wet with rain.Following the shining GPS dot sent from Shoma’s cell phone, they headed toward the place supposedly secured for them to spend the night. When he finally raised his face, Rentaro found a ruin standing in the middle of a thick forest. It was called Century Heights Hotel.
“Is this the place, Rentaro?” Enju asked him.
“Yeah… At least, it’s supposed to be,” he replied.
“I don’t like it. It’s kind of creepy,” said Kisara.
Rentaro couldn’t help but agree with Kisara’s opinion. He lifted the flashlight and shined it on the unfinished woodwork of the building; the place looked like a haunted house.
There was ivy growing over the edifices, and the place looked like it had sports facilities, including a pool and tennis court. It looked like it was trying to be an all-in-one leisure facility, but that resulted in an air that smacked of identity confusion. Picking up a pamphlet that had fallen on the ground, he was surprised to find that one could even hold weddings here, once upon a time.
“This plateau breeze will make your life more sophisticated.”
The aesthetic sense of that catchphrase seemed to go beyond a strained laugh and gave him the shivers instead.
Rentaro and the others carefully picked their way through the entrance, where the ceiling had already collapsed.
“Oh, Big Brother. Welcome.” Wearing an apron over her clothes, Tina had a candlestick in one hand and a feather duster in the other and was running toward him noisily. “I cleaned this hotel so that we can live in it.”
Rentaro saw that the dust on the ground had been swept, and the broken glass in the windows had been removed, so it felt
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