I wasn't a genius at controlling ships or reading maps, but I knew it was impossible to reach the US in a few days through sea travel in a yacht.
Not to mention the ocean's condition, we also didn't have enough fuel to travel that far. That said, it wouldn't hurt to find some island on the way and restock some supplies. Furthermore, it wouldn't be bad living on an uninhabited island if we found one.
That was the best scenario anyway. But if we couldn't find one, we would die of thirst before we could reach anywhere inhabited.
Talking about that, I was faced with a few choices on the boat, one that involved sexual activities with the girl. They were hungry for me, always attacking me except for when we were sleeping.
As a result, my points and status increased slightly.
[Name: Busujima Daiki
Strength: 30 | Agility: 32 | Stamina: 35 | Dexterity: 29
Skills: Busujima Swordsmanship (Intermediate), Marksmanship (Intermediate), Sex Arts (Intermediate)
My points returned to when we were about to depart. The one that grew the most was my Stamina, mainly thanks to the girls.
I'd like to get such easy choices again, but that's not possible. We were low on fuel and were forced to find a stop.
In the end, I had to stop the ship after a week in the sea.
"Where are we?" Miss Shizuka asked as we stepped on the land.
Civilizations were present, and we seemed like we were in a coastal city or something like that. Looking around, I saw some sign written in a foreign language, a distinct one that I immediately recognized.
"Somewhere in Russia." I answered.
"Russia, huh?" Saya remarked with a disinterested tone. She walked beside me while checking her surroundings cautiously, crossbow ready for immediate use whenever necessary. "It's near Japan so I guess that's about right."
"Do you know where exactly, brother?"
"No, sorry. But I guess we can find some communication devices here. I need to contact someone so they can pick us up around Alaska."
I planned to contact Miss Rika so she could send a helicopter for us. Unfortunately, the phone batteries had gone empty so we could only wait until we found a recharging station.
"Will someone be able to pick us up?" Saya asked suspiciously.
"If we're lucky, yes." I nodded, "We can use the parasite we found in that underground lab as a reward for them picking us up. The US army would definitely be interested in something new. I doubt they haven't uncovered any of the virus' origin yet."
"In other words, there's still no guarantee whether they'll come or not?" Saeko frowned uneasily. "What should we do if it doesn't work out?"
"Hmm, worst case scenario, we will use Humvee to go to the US through land route. But before that, let's get some fuel and a phone.
Saya, can you try to use the radio to have contact with the US army? If you are connected, ask them about Minami Rika and mention my or Miss Shizuka's name."
"Hmph! So I am a stay at home wife without a job again."
"Nope, you will be needed here to explain many things to the US government. I trust you with that."
"If you say so, then I guess I will have to do it. Also, do your best securing the fuel then!" Saya ordered haughtily. Despite her attitude, she looked pleased.
I chuckled seeing her face and gave her a kiss.
"Mnn~♥" She moaned briefly.
She returned to the yacht floating in the sea and stayed there, waiting for anyone to respond to her call.
"What about me then?" Miss Shizuka inquired curiously.
"You can come with us. We will stop by the pharmacy, so take anything useful for our trip. Like fever meds and others."
"Fufu, okie! I will make sure to stock any pregnancy pills too~"
I never mentioned that, but if she wanted to prepare one, why not? Who knows what happened during our trip.
Saeko smiled at me brightly after listening to my response to Miss Shizuka.
"I will escort you, Miss Shizuka. I need to get a menstruation pad too."
"That will help me a lot!"
"Then I will find the fuel." I said.
Which meant I would have to move by myself. Great, just something I needed now.
We went our separate way to scavenge items.
For fuel, I guessed the nearby gas station would have them. Anything that could run a yacht was good, especially diesel or kerosene. If those weren't available, gasoline could also be used, although the engine needed to be cleaned frequently after.
Furthermore, extra gas containers should come handy if encountered trouble later along the journey ahead. There was no telling what might happen during our trip, thus being prepared beforehand always paid off greatly.
Armed with a katana strapped around the waist, a handgun holstered inside the chest holster, and two hand grenades on my vest, I ventured forward through mostly empty streets littered by wreckage caused by the initial outbreak several weeks ago.
This place reminded me of a battlefield I saw in some war news. Buildings crumbled under explosions inflicted upon walls surrounding them. Rubble lay strewn haphazardly amongst debris everywhere. Deformed corpses clad in military uniform littered everywhere among zombies' bodies.
Seemed like Russians had hard times evacuating from their country as well.
From the look of it, they even used tanks to clear zombies. And yet, they lost.
"This is terrible." I muttered aloud while staring bleakly towards the ruins.
In a place , zombies wouldn't be the biggest problem. It would be the survivors, desperate people surviving only god knows how. Starvation, dehydration, and diseases ran rampant in situations .
More than two weeks had passed since the outbreak, making this the most sensitive time when their supplies had dwindled and they were forced to search for more.
Some might resort to raiding others homes and businesses just to obtain bare necessities needed to merely survive another day longer.
Such actions led inevitably towards conflict between factions vying control over limited resources available. Violence ensued everywhere unchecked resulting in many casualties every passing moment.
The longer we stayed here, the greater risk posed against ourselves.