He looks around. Okay, no zombies.

He enters the convenience store, suppressing his presence as much as possible. The sound of the door chime makes his heart drop. I didn't even bring a gun...!!

......

Fortunately, no zombies appeared. He can feel his racing heart beginning to settle.

As he carefully steps further inside, he sees a complete mess. Overturned shelves and burst goods. He almost whistles in relief but holds it back.

.....!!

He thought people might have taken everything already, but he spots water bottles at the end of the warehouse. He rushes over to check; there's quite a lot. This much should last them two months easily.

!!!!!!!!!

Oh no, a zombie...!

Ugh...!?

A sharp pain flares in his neck, followed by a numbing sensation spreading through the area.

.....You... bastard...!

He grits his teeth, tears the zombie off, and snaps its neck. Only after it stops moving does he slide down against the wall.

......Ha,

.....What do I do now.....

He rubs his face hard with his hands. Nagumo's head isn't filled with the fear of being bitten, but with thoughts of Guest.