Hearing all of the students asking him questions about guns and more, Kun's shoulders started to shake up and down.
"Finally! After all these years, being a gun freak has made me popular! Haha!" Kun laughed out loud.
"Whatever you guys need, I will teach you and show you my secret ways, but remember that the great Kun Magnus was the one who taught you."
Pulling out the submachine, Kun started to show off as he did a number of different hits, aiming down his sight, rolling on the ground, putting his gun in certain positions and more.
No one had asked him to do these things yet, so it was quite embarrassing just watching the gun rolling and shooting at imaginary targets making gunshot noises with his mouth, but it was entertaining for the young ones.
Most of those that were at the base were young in the first place, and since Kun was closer in age to them, it was easier for them to look up to him. On the other hand, their instructor was more hard-headed and tough on them.
At the end of the day, they were just normal people and not the ones that Stu would be used to teach. However, as Stu came down the stairs, he witnessed and heard everything.
Standing behind Kun was Stu, with a certain heat coming off his body. The students looked guilty as they were unable to make eye contact, and their enthusiasm had completely snapped.
"It's fine. Follow this idiot into battle and see what happens!" Stu shouted. "At the end of the day, I am taking my time to train you every day, and we are the ones that are on the front lines to protect you. While these people won't even stay to protect you.
"They're happy to take these weapons and protect themselves."
Kun was clenching his hand around his gun. The thing was, if Kun was still like them, still a human, and had arrived at this place, he would quite happily use his skills to help protect them, but it was impossible for them to stay here, at least not at the moment while everyone was scared of the said zombies.
Which was why he was unable to argue back, because it did really look like he was just abandoning all of these guys.
"Listen to your instructor," Kun said. "He is right. He is the one protecting you, not me."
"Hmph, spineless."
Despite everything that happened, it seemed like the people got along with Zain and the others. They continued to talk to them and wanted to ask them about their stories of how they had managed to survive so long.
Seeing this scene and how calm and happy everyone was, was still annoying Stu. His anger had been bottling up for a long time now, which was why he had decided to head out of the hallway and out through the entrance of the museum.
"Sir, where are you going?" The front two guards stationed at the sandbags said.
"Outside, I need to clear my head. If anyone needs my help with anything, tell them to talk to that Kun guy." Stu grumbled.
As he left the museum, the sun was starting to set in the place.
Stu had grabbed a blade and was taking out his frustration on the zombies in the streets. Slashing at their heads and stabbing them again and again.
One zombie he had taken down an alleyway and kicked it right in its stomach, causing it to fall and trip to the ground.
"Why!" Stu shouted. "Why does no one respect me in that place after everything I have done? Even before the world went to shit, I risked my life to save and protect people, and this is how I got treated?!"
Stu stabbed the zombie in the stomach, again and again, cutting part of its arms, so it was unable to strike him. He knew it wouldn't kill the zombie, but he needed something to take out his anger on.
The zombie attempted to get up, but as it did, Stu whacked its head with the back of his gun, sending it back down.
"You stay still, damn it, or I'll shoot you in the head!" He shouted.
Stu was huffing and panting with the gun pointed at the zombie, but of course, it didn't listen and tried to attack him again. Turning the blade around, Stu was ready to finish the zombie off.
While doing this though, distracted by his anger, what he didn't notice was a zombie that was climbing out of the window. It had smelt the scent of a human for a while now and had dropped down and latched right onto the back of Stu's back.
"You weak piece of shit, get off me!" Satu shouted as he wiggled and did everything he could to stop the zombie from biting him. When it opened his move, Stu quickly ran backwards, slamming the zombie into the wall behind him. Eventually, the grip of the zombie weakened, and turning around, Stu gave it a powerful kick to the face.
Before getting his blade and stabbing it at the top of the head.
"Ha ha, that was a close one. Dman, those guys, they nearly made me turn into one of them!"
It was then that Stu could feel a slight stinging pain in his neck. When using his hand to brush against it, he could tell that there was a scratch on his neck, not just a small one either. It was bleeding quite heavily and was a deep one.
"Why does the world f*cking hates me?!" Stu cried out loud. "All of this, all of it is those guys' fault. If they had never turned up, none of this would have ever happened to me!" Stu's eyes were bulging with anger, and it was then, pulling out the guns he had on him, he walked out onto the street.
"Well, it looks like I will soon turn into one of you guys. Let's see if those damn students can protect the place without me and how good that Kun guy really will be for those annoying shits."
Lifting his gun in the air, he let out several gunshots, attracting the attention of the Zombies, and now, Stu was making his way back to the museum.
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