Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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But three people remained conscious...

AK12 held his phone, glancing at the monitor occasionally, then staring blankly at the flickering flames—though he was staring with his eyes closed.

Regardless, she continues to emphasize that she remains sober.

The squad outside hadn't returned yet, nor had they reported anything. Through the Zina Protocol, she only knew that the squad had stopped, and it seemed they had most likely found it...

In the entire living room, it seemed that only the Rebellious Squad remained conscious.

But AN94 kept its chin propped up and its eyes closed, so it was probably asleep.

Therefore, only three Night's Watchmen remain for the Rebellion...

But all we can do is stare blankly; there's nothing worth discussing, and it's inconvenient to disturb other people's rest.

Only the faint crackling of burning wood and the soft snores of the Commander and Miss Pascal remained...

Too quiet...

AK12's brows gradually furrowed over time.

It seems like quite a while has passed; they've been gone for so long without sending any news?

But she can't contact them first, because it would be terrible if she exposed them.

Just as I was thinking this, a small pop-up window appeared at the top of my phone screen...

"Sister 45: [Image]"

She paused for a moment, then clicked on it.

Within two seconds, the images on the screen finished loading. There were several images; two were of a somewhat dilapidated iron gate, and the rest were of the surrounding alleyway scenery, nothing particularly noteworthy.

"Commander, this is the area where the target is located. We will send you the specific location information in a moment."

It's like my wish came true...

AK12's brow finally relaxed a little.

Bored, RPK16 noticed AK12's reaction and was a little curious, but chose to politely refrain from asking.

The other person tapped the phone screen a few times, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on their lips.

"..."

With nothing to do, the silver fox grew restless.

She picked up the weapon from the ground and walked towards the exit.

AK12 and AK15 looked at her with some confusion.

"Where?"

"It's too smoky here, I'm going outside for some fresh air."

Having said that, she opened the iron gate with minimal noise, squeezing through just a crack, and then slowly closed it again, getting stuck for a moment due to her physical condition...

The two exchanged a somewhat speechless glance.

Although humanoids have a sense of smell, it doesn't mean they need to breathe in the true sense of the word...

They didn't know why, but RPK16 wanted to go outside, as long as she wouldn't wander off.

But things weren't as complicated as they thought.

RPK was really just here to get some fresh air...

She stood inside the bakery, expressionless, and scanned the shelves that once held delicious cakes.

Just from those decorations, she could guess how beautiful this place used to be.

This is truly... a bit of a sad story.

"Hmm, I'm suddenly a little envious of Springfield and the others..."

The thought of Miss Springfield and her friends working and playing in a similar environment every day always makes me, as someone who works in the military, feel a sense of longing.

They don't have many opportunities to live their own lives. They're either on a mission or preparing for the next one. If there's any entertainment, it might be sitting on the grass during breaks, letting butterflies land on their fingers and shoulders, and birds perch on their heads...

For some reason, RPK found that he seemed to have a knack for attracting these small animals when he remained still.

But this is exactly what she, who yearns for life, wants.

Normally, no one can be sure whether her smile is genuine or a facade to reduce social distance, even though she doesn't really like to approach others unless she's very interested in them, but such people are few and far between.

But when those cute little animals approach her, she doesn't actively chase them away. She enjoys this time; perhaps only in these moments is she truly herself.

Only then can she smile like an ordinary girl...

182 Suspicion

RPK16 walked around the shelves in the bakery several times without stopping, leaving her footprints all over the ground, until there was almost nothing left to see before she stopped.

No one knows what she wants to do. Perhaps she wants to find a kind of life that she has never experienced in the ruins.

Perhaps, that was precisely her purpose...

After there was nothing left to look at, she sat down against the cashier's counter.

The cold wind rudely rushed into the store through the crack in the door, unabashedly inflicting its violence on the girl, who remained unmoved.

A strange and intense sense of emptiness slowly creeps in like a virus. When no one is watching, even those who live behind a mask for years can't help but want to take it off and breathe for a while.

RPK remained motionless in this area as always, but let alone butterflies and birds, even a poor fly or mosquito couldn't survive here...

She was once again plunged into pitiful loneliness.

Looking out the door, it was a scene of utter devastation, a horrifying hell. Traces of civilization remained, but the creators of that civilization were long gone. If you looked closely, you could see a few slightly raised hands on the uneven snow. Perhaps their owner was buried beneath that snow, or perhaps it was just a hand...

"Snap, snap, snap, snap..."

RPK noticed this discordant sound.

She glanced sideways at the door.

It was a tyrant marching aimlessly across the snow.

He remained like a puppet, his eyes fixed straight ahead, on the path he was about to take, with only the howling wind in his ears, completely unaware that a defenseless "prey" was lurking in the house to his right.

He didn't know where he was going, nor did he want to, nor was he capable of knowing.

But if a human appears before him, he will brave the wind and snow to charge at them and mercilessly smash down his iron fist.

RPK did not speculate on the thoughts of such a creature; it was meaningless, and the contemplation of life was not applicable to biological weapons.

Most of them don't think about how to act more efficiently, nor are they aware of the consequences of their actions, nor do they take the initiative to bear the consequences. They only actively cause harm and then passively accept the price they have to pay for it.

What a pathetic existence...

Raccoon City held little appeal for her anymore; now, she yearned for the outside world, wondering how different it would be from their past, and what the vacation the Commander had promised them would be like...

Although the commander never mentioned where they would go after leaving Raccoon City, whether they would settle down or wander aimlessly, she would definitely follow him without hesitation until the end of her life.

Thinking of this, a hint of warmth finally appeared on her face.

If only she were really human, though she doesn't seem to really need that outcome right now.

"Forget it, go back."

The lonely girl picked up her weapon, composed herself, and went to her own room.

......

On the other side, the girls had basically finished processing the information and were preparing to leave.

After the last piece of geographic information was uploaded, 40 quickly closed the laptop and handed it to 45.

"It's done, let's go."

She'd finished everything she needed to do, and it was time to run away. She really didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another second.

It even feels like I'm secretly filming someone else's house...

But there's nothing you can do about it. If your neighbor's naughty kid wants to throw stones at your window, you have to keep an eye on him, right?

416 and Victor have prepared themselves and are ready to go ahead.

They were closest to the route back and in the area where they could move the fastest, so they planned to check if there had been any changes to the route back.

But they hadn't even taken a few steps...

"Wow!"

"Ugh, damn it, come back here!"

"Well!"

416 had barely walked a short distance from the trash can next to him when Victor pulled him back.

Before she could react to what was happening, and was about to question why the other person had done this, she noticed that AR15, standing in the next trash can, had poked its head out and, like Victor, made a shushing gesture to her.

She only heard a "whoosh" sound. What happened?

A few seconds later...

"call......"

The heavy breathing of a man.

A plume of white smoke spread out from above.

"Smoking is such a wonderful thing."

I see, 416 understands now.

Someone opened a window on the second floor and even smoked a cigarette.

Judging from the other person's eyes, Victor knew that 416 had figured out the situation, so he stopped covering the other person's mouth.

The girls glanced up at their heads, seeing only a black, dirty roof, nothing at all.

But those above couldn't see them either; both sides were blocked from view by the eaves and snow. However, the girls could probably imagine a small red dot on the dark wall.

This is a real problem now...

They can't leave for the time being. Unless they hear the window closing upstairs, they are at risk of being exposed at any moment.

Fortunately, there were plenty of trash cans nearby, allowing them to hide behind them and avoid dangerous gazes.

It's starting to feel a bit like a stealth game...

"Tsk, close the window, it's too windy."

Another, relatively young male voice came from inside the house, and it seemed that the other party was very dissatisfied with this.

But smokers don't see it that way at all: "You can't stand the smell of smoke either, even if I close the window you still can't stand it."

"Tch, damn it..."

"Hiss, whew..."

It looks like it won't be able to be shut down anytime soon.

AA12 simply sat down on the ground and waited for the right moment to leave.

Everyone had the same thought: we could only wait. As long as nothing unexpected happened, it would just mean a few less minutes of rest.

But will things always be so peaceful?

perhaps......

At some point, the breathing sounds of people smoking above stopped.

......

Are you getting ready to leave?

“‘Marker,’ come and take a look.”

???

what's the situation?

"What is it now? Let's make this clear first: if you want to throw smoke rings in my face, don't force me to throw you down."

"No, no, no, you come here first..."

......