A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

These subtle movements confirmed the information displayed on the detector and Gerald's statement. The infected person was indeed hiding in the dark shadow. Maybe he was also hiding in the darkness just like we were watching him all the time. spy on us.

"He's looking at us?" Jiali Miweier asked a little surprised, "No matter how special he is, he should still have the instinct of a person infected with a vicious virus. We should always keep such a close distance. Back then, Gerald would not take the initiative to attack the army, but he would never get too entangled with us, as long as he noticed our existence, he would immediately stay away."

"You have to ask him about this." I smiled relaxedly, but my attention was still focused on the darkness without any relaxation, "I have only encountered such a situation as Gerrard so far. Special infected people, as for whether there are other special infected people in the world, and where those infected people are special, I don't know at all."

"After meeting Gerald, have you ever thought about other special situations that may appear in this wasteland?"

"Of course." I answered him, then paused to sort out my equipment before continuing, "I even wondered if Gerald's special is not the so-called 'special' at all, but something more special." 'Universal' presence—such as the presence of a different substance in the body of a small number, perhaps even a few, of infected people for reasons that are not yet clear to us, which can moderate , or against the vicious HLM virus. In other words, the 'antibodies' that we've been looking for all this time."

"What we've been looking for, isn't it a way to cure the HLM virus?" Jiali Miweier frowned and asked me, "If this so-called 'antibody' can only do this, it's completely Infection with the HLM virus doesn't make any difference."

"That's right." I nodded to agree with him, with a helpless expression on my face, "But even this kind of antibody that can slightly improve the HLM virus, we haven't been able to find it yet, have we?"

Gary Miville seemed reluctant to continue this topic. After listening to my question, he just shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand and gestured to the players behind him, asking them to take their positions.

I took a few steps back to give them the space on the corner of this narrow street, and I went back to Gerald, reached out and took his wrist. Affected friends, maybe this is not the first time you have met."

My voice was so soft it was almost impossible to tell if someone was asking a question, but I knew Gerald would hear and understand.He looked quietly across the street, shook his head at me and said, "I don't know him."

"It's true that you don't know him now, your memory started in a barren wasteland," I guessed casually, "but maybe such a guy did exist in your previous memory?"

I have to admit that I do have some absurd speculations about this series of events, such as they are actually controlled by people, or are specially trained and manufactured by certain people to achieve a certain purpose-even though I and Gerrard's getting along day and night is enough to prove that if someone really wants to rely on controlling him to do something, then there must be something wrong with that guy's brain, but before the truth is revealed, such guesses should be put aside. Maybe it's not a bad thing in the back of my mind.After all, we are now at the center of the mystery and the vortex, holding the worst guesses and speculations at any time, and it will never make the situation worse than it is now.

Gerald fell silent for a while.When he fell silent, other team members had already organized a team to form an encirclement and approach the bar.Carrie Miville stands in the middle and rear of them as the commander, and can also rescue his teammates in any unexpected situation.

I'm a complete outsider to their well-coordinated team, so I didn't intend to go up to disrupt their formation and plan, and for the time being I just stood with Gerrard and watched them slowly approach the bar.

After the stiffness and silence in the air gradually dissipated, Gerald withdrew his gaze and looked at me again, shaking his head again, "I don't know the smell on his body, I've never met it before."

This is probably a kind of survival instinct of people infected with the vicious virus. They will rely on their breath to tell whether the person in front of them exists in their memory. After surviving, you basically never go head-to-head with these armies again—with the exception of swarms.Especially in the past few months, the infected people have fought against the encirclement and suppression team as if they didn't take their own lives seriously, even if they were trampled underfoot by the same kind that continued to pour in behind them.

This action gave us a little bit of information about the reasons for the riots of the infected, and at the same time, the guesses made by Jiali Miweier and me some time ago also seemed reasonable.Some things are attracting, motivating, and even manipulating the thoughts of infected people, and some people are using infected people to study certain things or achieve certain purposes.Related to these clues, besides General Mecca, who we have been paying attention to all the time, there is also Hughes who is in a state of disappearance.At the same time, how much C-V27 is still present in the human body is another question.

And these are also closely related to every demeanor Gerrard showed and every word he said-he can talk to us, so he is standing on the dividing line between infected people and normal human beings. The button that connects all the clues.

He didn't know the infected person, and didn't know the specific causes of these events, but this didn't completely prove that he didn't know anything about these events, because his memory disappeared on the day when the vicious HLM virus broke out completely.

The only thing I want to do now is to protect him. If the results of these incidents eventually come back to him, I have to take some corresponding measures in advance.

"It's best if you don't know him." I smiled at him and said, "If he happens to be one of your friends or something, it would be inconvenient for Carrie Miville."

"Not friends," Gerald assured me. "...I don't care what I was."

I felt a slight touch somewhere deep inside of me, as if some soft object was trying to poke into my heart with a sharp force-in the end, of course, it failed.

After silently watching those team members surround the entrance of the bar, I said to him: "I don't care about your past, I only care about whether you feel anxious or embarrassed because of those pasts, your mood is my first consideration The goal."

After forming the encirclement, they didn't seem to find anything, and it may be that the infected person hid after sensing their approach.Because the light spot representing the tracking target was still displayed on the chip in front of my eyes, and Gerald was still watching that area, always locking on the position of the infected person.

Jiali Miweier stood on the street and looked back at me, beckoning us gently.

"Let's go, go and have a look," I nodded to him, then turned my head to look at Gerald's three-dimensional and beautifully contoured side features in the sun, "If the infected person is really in a special situation, we can You can't just let him run away."

"He can't run," Gerald told me softly. "I can catch him."

"So sure?" I couldn't help laughing, and asked jokingly, "What if he eats more today and can run better than you?"

"I can catch up." Gerald looked at me, as if he was angry with me, and said dryly, "Even if he runs away, I can catch up."

I just wanted to make a small joke to ease his slightly depressed mood at this time. Seeing that he finally had the energy to talk to me normally, I stopped continuing, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled him to go together. Walk in the direction of Carrie Miville.