[BL] NEET life in the Apocalypse

Chapter 22—Why is a cosplayer fighting zombies?

by Bocchan13

Lu Jingxiu whistled in appreciation. This ability technique was highly stylized and skillful. Lan Zhou, who excelled in many aspects, was the best in terms of swordsmanship based sports. As a rich second-gen, who didn’t learn rich sports as a young teen? Lan Zhou had mastered this technique since the previous life, and no matter how many times Lu Jingxiu saw it, it always amazed him.

“Get him!”

Lan Zhou huffed in exertion as that technique took a toll on him. He jumped from the branch, but felt an attack coming midair. The Level 6 zombie had spat out black goo from its mouth. Eyes widening, he avoided the attack, but fell down.

Strong branches scratched his body as he fell 15 feet. A large one scratched the side of his face, blood flowing to his eyes.

“Lan Zhou!”

Lu Jingxiu wanted to help him, but he was close. The zombie was still trapped in the ring of fire. He gritted his teeth and continued to find a blind spot.

Lan Zhou broke his fall on his side, his breath gasping in slight pain. No sooner had he fallen, that he saw several zombies coming his way. Blood blocked his right eye and the air still hadn’t come back into his lungs. The other group was too far away.

“Fuck.”

Before he could do anything else, he saw a whirl of black fabric in his peripherals. He squinted his eyes as a flash of black went in front of him. He saw as a tall figure stood in front of him, encased in all black, from his cape to his boots. A hood covered his head, so Lan Zhou couldn’t see the persons face.

His wiped his eyes as the stranger took out a long dagger from his thighs, its gleam looking deadly and sharp. The stranger rushed forward to the two zombies, slashing their throats in an instant, so fast it was a blur. The zombies were decapitated in less than 3 seconds.

The hooded figure didn’t stop there. The cape billowed showing off a lean figure, slender arms and…tight butt. His waist was like elastic as he whirled around killing the zombies. Lan Zhou could see that the stranger was very talented. Not in military tactical training…but talented in lethal killing.

Yu Ci and the rest had fought off most of the zombies, and seeing the new figure, their vigilance went up 100% Seeing Lan Zhou on the floor, bleeding from his temple, being protected, they all nodded in understanding that the stranger was there to help.

Wang Cheng and co. were in the front, so looking at the stranger, with an all-black persona, and…face mask, it was like they had jumped right into Assass*ns Cr**d. Wang Cheng was especially impressed as the stranger used his nimble body to his advantage.

“…Why is there a cosplayer here? Did he come from a different universe or something?” Wang Cheng’s whispered loud voice carried to the stranger causing him to glare at Wang Cheng.

Lu Jingxiu on the other hand had dealt with the Level 6 zombie all by himself. His eyes teared up.

Where are my teammates?

As he pierced the Level 6 zombies head with an ice needle, he doused Lan Zhou’s flames and jumped down the trees only to be met with the group and a stranger wearing cosplay.

What the fuck is this guy doing here?

The stranger helped Lan Zhou up, not speaking. All was quiet in the forest again as the group looked at the stranger. Xiao Zi went up to Lan Zhou, his tender pale fingers touching the blood stained temple. No one saw the strangers shoulders stiffen and clench his fists under his cloak.

A bright light bloomed on the injured area, and in an instant, the wound was gone, leaving just the blood already spilt.

Lan Zhou’s cold gaze came back as he turned towards the stranger. He perused the man up and down, trying to figure out if he was a threat.

“Thank you for your help. If it wasn’t for you, I would probably be more injured.”  He raised his hand in a gesture of friendliness, and went in for a handshake.

The stranger just stood there silently, the face mask covering his entire lower half, leaving his eyes. The eyes looked cold…even colder than Lan Zhou’s. Yu Ci and Lu Jingxiu were also treated for cuts and bruises by Xiao Zi.

The stranger’s eyes looked at Xiao Zi with interest. Seeing that, the group became more vigilant, Lan Zhou moving in front of him, his eyes narrowing. The stranger saw this, and even more blood thirst leaked out of his eyes. They had a stare down for a few seconds, both unwilling to negotiate a peace. Lan Zhou watched as those eyes turned from blood thirst to disappointment and then finally resignation.

A second later, the cloaked stranger turned around and walked away. The group of 5 watched as the stranger snapped his fingers. Like a mirage, a beautiful reddish brown horse emerged from the foliage. Its majestic body was smooth and healthy, its mane braided intricately. The horse snorted as it pranced to the stranger.

The black stranger soared beautifully on the creature, his cloak cascading in a giant arc. You could see the innate understanding between man and beast. While everyone’s eyes were on him, the stranger pointed towards the northeast—the closest base.

One pat on the neck later, and the horse started galloping through the forest, the light coming down through the trees creating a blurring effect as they rode off from view. Everyone is the group had their mouths gaped open at that scene.

Yu Ci pinched Wang Cheng.

“Oww! What the hell man?”

“Sorry, just wanted to see if I was having a dream.”

“Then you pinch yourself!”

“My skin is delicate.”

“Fuck you man!”

Xiao Zi’s eyes had seen many facial expressions from those eyes. The eyes told much. Besides blood thirst, there was…jealousy. When he went to fix Lan Zhou’s wound, he could clearly feel the jealousy directed at him.

“Where do you think he came from? He pointed to the North-east base. That’s almost eight hours from here. Do you think he knew we were going there?”

Lan Zhou shook his head.

“If he had been following us the past few days, we would have noticed him.”

“Then a scout?”

“I don’t think so either.”

“Should we follow him?” Lan Zhou’s eyes kept watching the place the figure had left through, his mood pensive and confused.

“He pointed to the opposite of where he left. He seems to not want people near him.”

Yu Ci was also staring off into the distance, that blinding figure left a handprint deep in his subconsciousness.

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Song Yu flew on Derpy, his heart in turmoil and anger!

Damn you Lan Zhou! It’s ONLY been two years and you got yourself a pretty soft healer! I knew you were scum! You terrible, horrible no good scum! When he knew he was out of earshot he wailed, causing Derpy to jerk in surprise.

“You stupid man! Waaaahhh! I’m gonna show you! I’m gonna…wuhuhubblargh! Derpy! Can’t you run smoother? I can’t cry like this!”

Derpy rolled his eyes. Song Yu didn’t care as he cursed left and right. Deciding to cut his expedition short, Song Yu circled around and went back to the trails leading back home, his heart dimming with each step back.