Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have Unlimited Warehouse Space-Chapter 4 - : Dignity; Gunfight

Linda watched as the steaks on the table gradually disappeared, her mouth watering with each passing second. She turned away, no longer able to watch.

Creeeak~ Creeeak~

The sound of the steak knife scraping across the plate was almost unbearable, and Linda could almost feel it herself as the knife cut through the tender meat.

Her throat involuntarily constricted, and she fought with all her might to suppress the desperate hunger rising within her.

Without food, Linda could have possibly held on, endured a few more days of hunger; after all, there was no food to begin with. But now, the delicious aroma of the steak and the mouth-watering cheese ramen sitting on the table behind her were tormenting her.

Her empty stomach felt like it was on fire, and Linda understood—it was her stomach acid churning, signaling to her brain that she needed to eat.

For the past two days, she had remained on high alert mentally, but now her body was screaming for energy, needing to replenish itself.

"Only one piece left." Clove's voice broke the silence behind her.

Linda trembled all over, and her desire to eat completely overpowered her reason.

She slowly turned around, tears streaming down her face, and slowly, step by step, she crawled toward the table.

Her round, firm backside swayed with every move, and she lifted her head high, looking at the table, and then at Clove sitting beside it.

With a heart full of shame and humiliation, Linda reached the table.

Suddenly, Clove stood up, smiling as he looked at her. "So obedient. All the food on the table is yours now, but don't waste it."

He chuckled loudly and walked away from the table.

Linda stood frozen, staring at Clove as he left, her sense of humiliation and shame reaching a peak in that moment.

She bit her lower lip hard, then slowly stood up. With every ounce of dignity left, she began eating the cheese ramen, bite by bite.

The sweet, rich taste almost made her want to cheer, but just the thought of what Clove had done to her and what she had chosen to do—her nearly perverse and shameful actions—brought her to tears.

Watching Linda eat the ramen while still crying, Clove, who had just finished training his body, spoke slowly, "If you still haven't realized what kind of world we're living in now, you can step outside and see for yourself."

"If you're too scared, you can always crouch by the window and watch closely, slowly waiting."

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"You'll soon realize that the world outside is a thousand times, a million times more terrifying than anything you've faced."

"You're still alive and safe, with food to eat."

"But out there, those people have it far worse than you."

Clove walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. He noticed that the zombies, drawn in by the helicopter, hadn't dispersed yet. From time to time, he could hear them banging their heads against the door.

On the rooftop, the sound of the helicopter blades that had disappeared earlier suddenly reappeared after a brief silence.

Then, Clove heard a series of gunshots.

Understanding what was happening, Clove drew the two handguns from his waist, carefully disengaging the safety lock on the guns before stepping away from the door.

Zombies couldn't open doors, so he wasn't concerned about the door being breached.

Linda, watching this, let out a cold laugh. "They're Quincy's men. They were all part of an external mercenary group. We're as good as dead."

"If we surrender, maybe we can survive."

Clove seemed to ignore Linda's words completely as he proceeded to position various objects around the room to block any possible line of sight.

Once he had achieved a satisfactory setup, he gripped his guns firmly and spoke calmly. "You probably don't know much about me, but before I settled in Norton City, I served in a special forces unit."

"Setting aside the fact that we're in an apocalypse, what we're facing right now is just a simple indoor CQB situation."

"If I were you, I'd head straight to the bathtub in the bathroom and stay there. Don't come out until the gunfight is over."

Linda flipped him off. "Hope you get shot in the head!"

Clove smiled nonchalantly. "Once I'm done with them, I'll fuck you to death."

Linda, having regained some of her energy after eating, sneered. "I'm waiting for you to come and fuck me, you bastard!"

Clove chuckled, and at that moment, the sounds of nearly continuous gunfire and grenade explosions echoed from outside the door. Unfazed, Clove raised his guns, aiming them at the door.

In his past life, it was his experience in the special forces that had kept him alive until the third year of the apocalypse. If he hadn't misjudged the strength of the Zombie Lord, he wouldn't have died.

Though his body didn't quite match up to his awareness yet, his marksmanship, along with three years of brutal experience in the apocalypse, gave him unshakable battle awareness in the face of death. Clove was confident that he would survive this gunfight.

In an indoor CQB situation, visibility decided life or death, accuracy determined survival, and awareness determined victory.

Suddenly, the gunfire outside came to a halt.

"Marshall, your father sent us to bring you back. Why didn't you answer the phone?" A voice called from outside.

Clove responded calmly. "The door's not locked. You can come in."

At this moment, the three men waiting outside the door exchanged glances. The man in the lead, sporting a thick beard, raised his gun and aimed it at the door. The two men behind him immediately raised their weapons as well.

The bearded man spoke, "You're not Marshall. Who are you?"

Clove replied, "Marshall was injured. His phone broke. Have the zombies outside been cleared?"

The bearded man furrowed his brows. "Marshall, if you're still alive, speak up."

"Quincy sent us to bring you back."

With that, the bearded man picked up his phone and dialed Quincy Dumas's number. "Boss, I think Marshall's been killed."

On the other end of the line, Quincy Dumas let out a roar like a lion, "I knew it! I knew it!"

"Marshall and that damn bitch were never going to end up well together!"

"Nelson, I want you to kill that bitch, kill the one who killed Marshall. Otherwise, don't bother coming back!"

Nelson, the bearded man, nodded slowly. "Yes, boss."

Nelson made a hand signal to the two men behind him. One took position beside the door while the other crouched slightly, holding his weapon out in front of him, reaching out with his left hand to turn the doorknob.

In the next moment, the door swung open.

The three former foreign mercenaries rushed into the room in less than three seconds.

The air was filled with intense, rapid gunfire, bullets quickly tearing through every corner of the room.

The last man to enter, Nelson, looked around but saw no one in his line of sight. Instead, he noticed numerous obstacles blocking his view at every corner. His heart sank.

Bang!

The sound of a Glock 17 handgun echoed through the room.

The first mercenary to enter had a burst of blood splatter from his head, and his body crumpled to the floor.

Nelson, who entered last, quickly spun his gun in the direction of the gunfire, instinctively firing, but felt no impact from hitting an enemy. This sent a wave of unease through him.

At that moment, Clove had already moved to a different position, his dual-wielded handguns spitting fire, each shot punctuating the silence.

Bullets sliced through the narrow space in straight lines.

Nelson decisively grabbed his teammate in front of him, using his own body as a shield to block the incoming bullets.

Bang.

The last bullet from Clove's Desert Eagle was fired. Without hesitation, he discarded the weapon, then slid into a new position. Meanwhile, his Glock 17 remained pointed directly at Nelson, even though the angle of fire was partially blocked by a dead body.

Nelson gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the body in front of him.

Clove sneered from behind the couch, firing shot after shot into the dead body, but Nelson remained completely still. Even though this was a perfect opportunity, he showed no intent to fight back or make a move.

I know you're a veteran, and you know I'm a veteran too.

By now, you should be counting how many shots I've fired!

Clove pulled a bullet from his left hand, loading it into the chamber just before the last round in the magazine was fired.

Bang!

The sound of the shot echoed through the room.

Nelson, hiding behind the body, suddenly sprang up, letting the body fall forward, and lifted his assault rifle.

The next moment, the sound of a gunshot caused him to freeze in his tracks.

Nelson's body stiffened as if paralyzed, standing motionless in place.

He stared, dazed, at the black barrel of the gun aimed directly at him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Why... why does his gun still have bullets?

Clove grinned widely, his smile widening as he spoke, "Didn't expect that, huh? You like counting bullets?"

"Let me make sure you count plenty more!"