Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Three minutes. Ignite it immediately after three minutes."

The girls, caught in the argument, glanced at the man behind the sofa, their faces cold, and waved three fingers.

Since it was the commander's order, they had no objections. AR15 placed the bucket in the center of the room and then sat down casually on the ground with her teammates.

M870 sat back down on the sofa and put the lollipop he got from AA12 into his mouth.

Having resolved the dispute, Lovan bent down and embraced Pascal.

"Bear with it a little longer. If it's really safe, we'll light the fire."

The man held her tightly, afraid that even a trace of warmth would escape from her and become part of the cold ashes.

This environment must have been incredibly tough on her. How often do researchers who have worked in science for so long get to experience such harsh conditions...?

At least from her delicate little hands, you could tell that she wasn't the kind of person who would spend a lot of time in this kind of environment.

Pascal's face was starting to turn slightly pale, as if she were at risk of falling ill at any moment, but she still stretched her arm out from under her coat and put it around the man's face.

"No need, oh... don't worry too much about me. I look perfectly fine, don't I?"

She tried her best to put on a comfortable smile, but it was already quite difficult for her at that moment.

Luo Fan wanted to tell her...

It doesn't look good at all...

I really hope things will be alright...

P.S.: Let me get back into the swing of things first. I haven't written in a while and I've forgotten how, so it might be a bit rusty.

177 Install surveillance

Three minutes passed quickly, and the only sounds around them were the wind and snow. Those who coveted their shelter had vanished into the howling shadows.

Following Luo Fan's instructions, the time had come. The girls placed the oil drum in the room, added firewood, and lit it with windproof matches.

However, the search for this shop has not stopped.

"Hey everyone, here's some charcoal. Shall we give it to the Commander?"

The dog found a box of charcoal under the shelf in the storage room and placed it in front of his teammates.

However, she didn't control the extent of her movements well, causing a lot of dust to fall from the long-uncleaned shelves, staining her black jacket with a slightly discordant gray.

But it's also clear that she was very surprised.

Her eyes seemed to gleam with a crimson light in the darkness.

“Miss Pascal, aren’t you afraid of the cold? We can use this charcoal to start a fire.”

Seeing how happy the dog was, the girls in the AR team couldn't bear to tell her the truth...

After all, the Commander and Miss Pascal are human...

“Uh, well, SOP II, the Commander and Miss Pascal are human. If we burn charcoal, it will produce carbon monoxide, which is poisonous to them. Besides, it's so cold right now, we can't open the windows for ventilation…”

RO offered an explanation as "tactfully" as possible.

......

"Oh, right..."

She stood there stunned for a moment, then her pink hair drooped down her shoulders.

The dog could only reluctantly put the charcoal box back next to the shelf.

AR15, who was rummaging through his toolbox, glanced at the SOP II behind him and shook his head.

I feel a little regretful...

She always does things this way; most of the time her thinking is simple and brutal. She always uses cruel methods to kill enemies, but she treats her teammates like family.

AR15 didn't understand SOP II's actions before, but now she finally understands what it feels like to have someone to care about.

Or rather, I understood it a long time ago...

During this brief lull, the girls finished searching the rooms and regrouped in the living room.

Apart from tinder and repair tools, there was nothing useful here.

They had their own repair tools and plenty of firewood, so basically they couldn't find anything.

"Pap..."

"And that's all."

416 threw a box on the ground.

The clanging sounds from inside suggested that they were from wrenches and screwdrivers.

The room was filled with flickering firelight and electricity again, and the twenty-odd people sat in the living room once more, leaving the sofa for Pascal and Lovan.

Everyone wearing coats took them off and covered Pascal with them. With the warmth of the fireplace, Pascal's face finally regained its color, but Lovan never let go of his hand.

"Would you like to lie down?"

"Um......"

Luo Fan held the other person's shoulders and let the other person's head rest on his lap.

Pascal obediently lay down, and in this warm environment, she should have slowly drifted off to sleep. But for some reason, after getting a suitable angle, she kept looking down at the face of the man beside her.

The other person stared blankly at the leaping flames, seemingly contemplating their future path, or perhaps simply wanting to take a break from their busy schedule to relax their tense nerves in the absence of any threat.

In any case, this did not prevent her from taking advantage of the peaceful environment to appreciate the other person's refined taste.

But Luo Fan is indeed thinking about what to do next.

Given Pascal's current condition, even if the snowstorm subsides in a few minutes, they might not be able to leave. After all, they need to consider her condition, and there is relatively plenty of time. It would be best if they could leave in the best possible condition. He doesn't want to leave with a host of illnesses for himself or Pascal.

The only factor that could force them to leave now is the unavoidable danger. As long as nothing unexpected happens, they can stay a little longer.

Perhaps we should pay more attention to our surroundings...

Luo Fan took out several wireless cameras from the tablet and handed them to the girls.

45 and AK12 took it, and they understood what the commander meant.

"Go ahead and be safe."

Luo Fan pointed behind him, to the area in front of the bakery.

The two exchanged a glance, then picked up the camera and walked towards the store.

......

"AK15, you go too, help them keep watch around."

"Ok."

AK15 quickly stood up, grabbed his weapon, and hurried after him.

......

There are two cameras in total.

It looks like it needs to be installed not only on the front, but also in the alleyway behind.

The three stood inside the shop, looking at the wind and snow raging outside, and hesitated.

AK12 and AK15 weren't too worried, since they were military dolls and military supplies, and wouldn't be adversely affected by such cold. The problem was with UMP45, who was worried that the low temperature might affect her overall function.

But she forgot that she had undergone three modifications, and this level of low temperature would no longer have any effect on her.

However, the stereotypes surrounding military and civilian applications still worried her.

45 looked rather small, sandwiched between the two.

A few seconds later, the two members of the rebellious squad walked to the door first and pushed it open without hesitation.

The cold wind relentlessly swept into the shop, piercing the fragile flesh like a deadly blade.

45 was already prepared and raised his hands to cover his face.

The two stood by the door, not going out immediately, seemingly waiting for 45 to catch up with them.

There was no point in talking about going back at this point. 45 quickly caught up, greeted AK15, and then officially stepped into the "outside world".

“Puff, puff, puff…”

Three pairs of boots trod on the snow, but they stopped after a short while; after all, they weren't there for a stroll.

Holding the camera in his hand, he looked around somewhat blankly: "Where should I put it?"

"Just stay there. As long as you can see what's happening around here, that's enough."

Looking at the source of the voice, AK12 was looking up at the top of the shop door, under the awning. It wasn't too high, and the awning's tilt wouldn't obstruct the camera's view, while also reducing the area of ​​the camera directly exposed to wind and snow.

But one of them still wasn't tall enough...

The three of them stood there, frozen in place.

After a while...

AK12 turned around and looked down at Sister 45 beside her.

"45, sit on my shoulders."

"Uh, are you serious?"

45 felt a chill run down his spine.

"Or what, shall I sit on your shoulders?"

AK12's expression didn't seem like he was joking.

"OK then......"

178 Completion

"Hold on tight! Hold on tight!"

"Tsk, do you think you're light? And the wind is so strong."

The two originally thought it was a simple task: have UMP45 sit on their shoulders, install the camera about ten centimeters above the doorway, and then repeat it in the back alley.

However, AK12 forgot that UMP45 was also a tactical doll. Even though AK12 was a military doll, the weight of the opponent as a doll was not to be underestimated.

Coupled with the constant risks, she had to hold onto the wall to support herself.

AK12 hadn't initially anticipated the AK15 following; had he known, he would have used the AK15 for this task...

The person in question, wearing only a vest and a single exoskeleton shoulder armor, stood motionless in the freezing cold of Raccoon City.

If a passerby were to see this, they would surely find it hard to understand how a woman could stand outdoors wearing such thin clothing.

Add to that the two "staff members" working together to install surveillance cameras, and if this were still a normal society, it would certainly make people suspect that a boss is exploiting his employees again.

But clearly, nobody is paying attention to them now.

"A little to the right... three steps."

"..."

AK12 can only move slowly following the other side's instructions, and must be careful not to slip due to snowmelt, although their standard military boots generally do not have this problem.

However, she could somewhat understand why the commander liked this position when he was with her.

It feels really good...

"Ugh......"

Taking a deep breath to dispel this pointless thought, the AK12 steadied itself, allowing the UMP45 to continue its work.

After ensuring that his next actions would not affect AK12's status, 45 finally began to put the surveillance camera on the wall.

The installation work is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the AK15 is not neglecting its vigilance work in the slightest.

Even though all she saw was a vast expanse of white snow and the ruins of what was once a bustling, prosperous city, she didn't feel bored.

But the scene before us isn't entirely without merit; at least one piece of information is very encouraging...

Because of the weather, there are hardly any zombies left on the streets. They are either buried under the snow and have died, or they are just crawling around in this lifeless white hell. If a human were to stand in front of them, they might not be afraid, and might even want to kick them a few times to vent their anger at killing their family.

No one was shoveling snow. The streets were filled with cars and all sorts of debris. The city was covered in white snowflakes, and beneath them lay countless corpses and cold blood that had melted into them.

Perhaps, compared to Raccoon City overrun by zombies, this is more like hell...