Sebastian Jumper

Choosing a ship was not a big problem. The port in Tokonosu City was not the largest he had seen, but it still had several yachts. "Great, there are yachts here that can only manage with a captain!" exclaimed Sebastian. "Do you know about yachts?!" asked Takashi. "No, I understand zombie varieties. Of course yes, because what else to spend money on?" "I don't know. Maybe more fruitful? For sports." "No, sport is money laundering. There's so much money being legalized through betting that you'd be surprised." he snorted. "One day I bought a yacht and sailed in different places, but I didn't like it. So I bought a second yacht." "Why?" Shizuka asked in surprise. "Suddenly it becomes interesting. But I didn't like it, so I left them somewhere. Maybe they've already been stolen, I'm not interested." Sebastian said bored. "But it's a yacht!" said Ray excitedly. "And what?" This was the answer to all questions, which philosophers will not be able to refute, since this answer was part of the Silver Philosophy. The author of this current philosophy was Sebastian himself. He had a volume that he had printed in one copy, just for himself, which was in stock. Seeing their shocked faces, Sebastian laughed in his mind. He was traveling between multiverse so that he couldn't take them, so these two yachts were useless in the long run. "We will choose that Azimut yacht. I don't know about the model, but it should have an autopilot and other things for one crew member." Sebastian boasted of his knowledge. "Now let's take a look at this yacht." Sometime later they inspected the yacht. "There are no zombies here!" After last night, she was overly active, avoiding her embarrassment. Sebastian didn't mind until she killed herself about zombies. "I have examined it and I can say approximately that there is enough fuel for almost the entire route. If we go to China, we can refuel in Jeju on the way." "Why can't we stop in Korea?" asked Shizuka. "Because we will have to produce food ourselves in the future, it is easier to do it in China and the climate in some regions there is better. There are not as many natural disasters there as in highly seismically active Japan. If we go deeper into China, cyclones won't bother us so much. Any more questions? No questions? Then we will load up with supplies, they are simply not here. We'll go to a supermarket nearby and get food and water. We may need a lot of water, at least two liters a day, we will take food in the same way. It is better to take at least fifty liters of water and food for about a week." Having gone to the nearest supermarket, they did not see a zombie in it. This alerted them, but not too much, because the supermarket was closed. "Something's not right here. It cannot be that it was closed on a working day. There are no bodies and no blood inside." said Ray. "Maybe it was closed? Repairs or something." Takashi said to spite her. "No, it's not that simple. Maybe there are survivors?" he said. Of course, they were there. Breaking the lock on the door with telekinesis, he entered first. He heard the noise of the door opening and saw a forty-year-old otaku coming out in front of him, as they were in reality. 120 kilograms (264,555 pounds) of net weight! He pointed a Smith & Wesson M37 Air Weight at them. It was the service weapon of the policemen of this city, despite the almost complete re-equipment of police officers on the M60 throughout Japan. "We have a marauder. Robbing the cops, right?" Sebastian exclaimed happily. His group behind him was not so happy, because they held only cold weapons in their hands. If something happened, they knew that they would die on the spot because of the bullets. Saeko was pessimistic about the outcome of events. She couldn't win when a pistol was brought to a duel with swords. "Throw everything in your hands!" their opponent shouted. Soon three more men came out, from 20 to 50. All had looks below average and carried police revolvers. "So you're not alone!" he exclaimed. "Didn't you hear him? Do it! New women, we have a good catch!" said a 30-year-old bald freak. Slowly the hands of the criminals rose together with their revolvers to their heads. "What the fuck!" "My hands!" "Cami!" They pulled the trigger and got a bullet in the brain. Their brain matter and blood stained the floor and the wall, and the bullet left a large hole in their skull. His team was stunned. "Sebastian-kun, can you do this with telekinesis?" Ready to accept the fate of death in order not to be raped, she was in shock. "Yes. And now we're going to! We're taking supplies for at least a week." After going to load the carts with canned food, Saeko approached him. "Sebastian-kun, you really can do more than you show." she chuckled. "If only. It was slow," he smiled wryly. Of course, Saeko didn't believe it. "Believe it or not, it's up to you." Stopping the conversation, he continued to pack. When he was ready, he went to the warehouse. He was met by three women, whom he would not have paid attention to before the apocalypse. They huddled in a corner and looked with frightened eyes at the door through which he entered. "Hmm, well, well. Rape victims?" They nodded, startled. "Uehara-san, when do we leave?" Takashi came in with the others. They saw women who were dressed in slightly torn clothes, without shoes, and traces of bruises, and other violence. "Are you okay?" asked Takashi. "Oh, Cami, what were they doing here?" asked Ray, frightened. "Looks like they were raped," Saeko chuckled. "Do you need help? I'm a nurse!" "Did you kill them?" one of the women in her thirties asked. "They killed themselves," Sebastian said. "Why?" "Why what?" he asked. "WHY DID YOU KILL THEM!!! There is no one to protect us from zombies now!" the woman exclaimed hysterically. "We...!" Takashi began, but Sebastian shut him up. "Now you will protect us. If necessary, you can fuck me!" "Me too!" exclaimed a fat woman in her twenties. "And me!" with a lustful smile smiled... her sister? "We're leaving. It looks like they don't need help," said Sebastian. He recorded three women with telekinesis, going out with the team. "Uehara-san, can I take them with me?" asked Takashi. "Are you sure you should take them with you? I'm not sure I won't be bitten by a cat, bird, or insect. A fish might jump out of the sea and bite me, infecting me with a zombie virus. Right now I'm killing insects and mice with my telekinesis. When was the last time you saw a bird, Cuckold?" asked Sebastian. "A bird?" he fell into perplexity, torn between gratitude for the past and the desire to save everyone. "There are none. Almost all of them... they all became zombies." Sebastian stunned him. "But they're not all carnivores, are they?" "Yes, but not all carnivores ate zombies. Or those who ate can still fly and then..." he scared them. None of them knew, but three corpses appeared in the warehouse. An hour later, he checked everything and started the engines. "Let's go. The most important thing is that GLONASS/GPS works without interruptions. We have at least fourteen hours to sail to the intermediate point of Kisarazu."