A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

When I woke up the next day, it was still very early, and when I opened my eyes and sat up propped up, I could only see a blue-gray gleam outside the window through the translucent curtains.Gerald sat cross-legged on his bed, watching me from the backlight.

"Good morning." I said to him with a smile, then leaned the back of my head against the head of the bed and closed my eyes again, "I'm so glad you didn't wake me up in another way this time."

"Good morning," I heard Gerald whisper back from the sidelines.There was a rustling noise from his bed, followed by the crisp sound of the soles of shoes trampling on the ground.

I opened my eyes, just in time to see him standing by my bed, and was about to stretch out a hand to press on the edge of my bed, but I held his hand in time.I met his gaze looking at me and said with a smile, "Go wash up first."

At about seven o’clock, the electronic clock on the low table next to the bed gave a timekeeping reminder. I turned it off casually, put on my coat, walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and touched the slight swelling on my chin twice. With some stubble on his head, he picked up the razor beside him.

Gerald just finished washing his face at this time, I held his chin with my hand, glanced at the small stubble that he had also grown in the past two days, smiled, and said, "Don't move."

After making the skin on his chin smooth again, I let go of the hand that was holding his chin, put one hand on the sink, and concentrated on dealing with myself.

We didn't spend much time in the bathroom, and after getting out of the bathroom, we sat in the room for a while before we heard the knock on the door.

I put away the terminal in my hand, walked over and opened the door, and I was greeted by two plastic-wrapped objects thrown at me by Jiali Miweier.

"There are too many people in the restaurant. If you go now, you may meet a lot of people you don't want to meet. Just eat it." He handed the remaining two instant breads to Niyo, and held the other in his hand. On the morning, he said to me, "The memorial service will only last until noon at most. The afternoon is the time for relatives and friends to remember each other. It has nothing to do with us."

"Have you been to the restaurant?" I asked casually, throwing a piece of bread in my hand to Gerald who followed.

"I've been there, it's a mess, and there was a fight." Niyo shrugged and said while tearing open the packing bag, "The one who was beaten seems to be a researcher at the Northern Research Institute. Relatives of a friend of a researcher. The situation seems to be because the researcher was actually staying with his friend at the time, and they dispersed when they escaped. In the end, only the researcher escaped alone—in the end, he was only because he didn’t know It’s just where his friends are, and it’s not like he’s desperate for help.”

"Anger and sadness make people lose their minds." I said lightly, "As long as nothing serious happens, this is the Capital Guild Hall, and someone will go to stop it."

"That's true." Niyo nodded sympathetically, then raised his chin at Gerald who was standing behind me, "Good morning, Mr. Infected."

"Don't bark outside." Jiali Miweier pressed the top of his head, forcing his lips and chin to hit the piece of bread.

"Forget it, there's no one here anyway, so it shouldn't matter." I smiled and dissuaded, then extended my hand to Gerrard behind me, and said, "Let's go, let's get there early, so as not to cause trouble with other people like the incident in the restaurant." People clash."

The location of the memorial service is in the lobby of the guild hall next door to the residential building. Don't arrange it in a relatively front position. Only the senior officers of the various armies and the directors of the research institutes are in front of us.The top government officials sat on the benches on the other side, barely interacting with us.

I, Gerald, sat in the innermost position, and I sat on his right side. The outermost ones were Carrie Miville and Niyo, so as to hide the eyes of some other people and try not to be noticed by outsiders.Fortunately, Gerrard's current state is much better than it was a few months ago. As long as he takes more precautions, no one will notice his abnormality.

About 10 minutes before the memorial service started, the lobby was almost full of people.I took a quick look and found that almost no one was absent, and all the people who should be present sat in their respective seats, and the relatives and friends of the victims would not fail to attend the mourning.

I looked around and found Director Ge Geerli not far in front of us.He probably didn't notice us, and he never looked back.Xin Duoli is not with him, probably somewhere behind us.

Ai Weilang arrived about one or two minutes before the memorial service began. He did not go directly to the stage, but sat on a bench beside him like other government personnel.His eyes glanced at us vaguely, without any pause, turned around without any flaws, and then retracted.

The first person to come on stage was a middle-aged man whom I had never seen before. He had gray temples and a serious and sad expression. He announced the beginning of the memorial service in a slow tone: "Friends from all over the world, thank you very much for coming. Participate in this memorial meeting for the victims. This incident is cruel and full of grief. I believe this is a situation that no one could have foreseen. They are all excellent members who have devoted countless efforts and painstaking efforts to the country. Countless contributions have been devoted to the cause of virus research. They were separated from their families, worked silently in a lonely and harsh environment, and finally died in the snow that day. They..."

In the lobby, apart from the gentleman's low, mournful voice, only the occasional sobs of a few ladies could be heard, and the hall was extremely silent, rendering the memorial service into a solemn and solemn ceremony.

The gentleman was always telling the stories of the victims, but he didn't mention the detailed process of the poison gas leak and the attack of the infected.Although I understand that this is probably to take care of the emotions of the relatives of the victims, but it is probably to some extent to cover up part of the truth about the incident at the Northern Research Institute.

I'm not sure if this is an order from Ai Weilang, but for our current situation, it is definitely not a bad thing to temporarily conceal this part of the truth.However, I guess most of the people present were in a state of tacit understanding, and not too many people really didn't know what happened that day.

After the gentleman finished reading a long prayer, he put his hands over his heart, and after half a minute of silence, Ai Weilang was invited to the stage.

What Ai Weilang needs to do is also very simple, read out every name on the list of victims, express his apology, and use every word of his own to try to appease the families of the victims present as much as possible.Although in the eyes of outsiders, what he said after he came to power is probably just a procedure that must be followed, but I am very clear that he is indeed feeling extremely guilty for the tragedy of this sudden incident.

"... For the occurrence of this incident, any one of us who should have properly managed and ensured the safety facilities of the institute, adjusted and inspected each institute during the corresponding period cannot escape responsibility. On behalf of all relevant personnel, I am here The families, relatives and friends of the victims express their regret and apology." After finishing his last sentence, Ai Weilang bowed his head slightly to the people below.

At the same time, everyone stood up, kept the same movements as him, and began to mourn again.

I pulled Gerald up together and motioned for him to follow me through the motions, giving instructions within the bounds of his comprehension.

After the mourning, Ai Weilang stepped off the stage and nodded to the two responsible persons beside him.One of the two corresponding responsible persons walked into the corridor beside him, and after a short while, brought out a person from the corridor.

With just a quick glance, I recognized the man brought out as Webster, who had been imprisoned for a long time.His expression was rather haggard, as if he had aged a lot, and his eyes were dull, but he was dressed decently, otherwise he might not have been able to see what his original outline was.

Escorted by two persons in charge, or under escort, he slowly walked onto the stage, met the eyes of all kinds of people who did not understand the meaning, first bowed to everyone in the audience, and said: "I'm sorry .”

There was silence in the audience, but most people looked at him quite calmly, and it seemed that not many people took their anger out on him because of the incident at the Northern Research Institute.

Webster raised his head again, walked behind the podium, looked around the field, and said: "I am the director of the Northern Research Institute, the incident of the Northern Research Institute, and..."

He was only halfway through his words when he was hit by a sudden beam of light in the chest. With a muffled grunt, his body twitched and fell to the ground.

The scene became chaotic in an instant, and most people exclaimed at the same moment, and the guards gathered around Ai Weilang immediately, protecting him firmly in the middle.

I frowned, and looked towards the door with Jiali Miweier, just in time to see a figure with a gun fleeing from the door.

Jiali Miweier chased after him without thinking, and he was accompanied by several other members of the army and the guards.I patted Niyo on the back, said to him only "watch Gerrard", then turned around and ran up to the podium.

Webster was breathing heavily and rapidly, unable to speak.I knelt down and put one hand on the side of Webster's neck to feel the state of his arteries, and then used the other hand to carefully remove the fabric near the area where he was shot. The person who looked familiar came trotting over from the stage.

"The wound is not too fatal, but it can still be saved." I told her briefly, "Stop the bleeding first, and act quickly."