A day later, in the basement. Riku had ordered the citizens of the camp to gather in counter 1, one of the biggest counter receptions for the customers prior to the zombie apocalypse.
He was standing behind the counter like he was some sort of a figurative president, he swept his gaze over them, noting their facial expressions. And as expected, most of them are reluctant and suspicious of him.
Riku understood it, after all, he was some sort of an invader to an established group.
"I know some of you don't trust me completely but that's understandable," Riku began. "After all, we are thrown into this godforsaken world where there are monsters out there who would devour any living beings. In this world, it matters who you trust. To be honest I don't even trust you guys, but I hope we set that feeling aside because we are all in this together."
"Why did you gather us?" Murata asked.
