A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

After returning from R&D, I took Gerald straight back to our room.I haven't had time to unload the equipment on my body, and I don't want to go to the military supply department to return it alone, so I temporarily put all the equipment on the table in the corner, and turned around to help Gerald untie the things that hurt him. Said too cumbersome items.

"These things are really not very useful to you," I sighed as I took over the equipment for him, "Although it is to ensure the unity of action, if you don't have these things on you, you may still be able to perform well." Even better. If there are other tasks in the future, I still have to discuss it with Jiali Miweier."

"It's not heavy," Gerald replied. "It won't affect my movements."

"That's because we haven't encountered any real mortal danger this time," I told him softly. In the future, you will really fall into a desperate situation, and these things will definitely hinder you."

Gerald nodded and said nothing more.

After removing all the messy things on his body, I patted him on the back and told him to go to the bathroom, "Go wash it first, although you have been following us this time, you will definitely not be like you I was so tired in the wasteland area before, but it's better to relax, wash and come out."

I gently pushed Gerald to the bathroom door, looked back at me, nodded, went in and closed the door.

After watching him walk into the bathroom, I took a slight breath, took off my coat and threw it on the chair for a glance, feeling a little helpless.The color of this team uniform is indeed too unsuitable for activities on the battlefield. The white fabric is too difficult to clean, and it is almost scrapped after wearing it once.When I was pushed out of the building by the explosion on the sixth floor, the fabrics on the back should have been burned to some extent. Coupled with the impact of my fall to the ground, the fabrics on the back were already rotten.

When I thought of this, I finally noticed that my back actually had a lot of injuries. It may be because I didn’t have time to pay attention to it before, or it may be because the wounds have been numb for too long. I don’t feel the pain on my back now. No matter how painful it is, I can only feel a slight coldness when I lift the back of my hand and touch it lightly.Fortunately, the injury on my right arm was almost healed during the operation, and fortunately there was no recurrence this time, so generally speaking, the impact was not great.

Since the injury was on my back, it is difficult for me to deal with these wounds now, and the temperature in the room has always been warm, so I simply took off all my shirts, and then picked up the terminal and began to look through the information that the intelligence team has been passing on all the time.

There was no danger alert, so Carrie Miville and the others should be considered safe now, and their search should go much smoother after meeting Howard.What's more, we have brought back this metal box that can make people infected with vicious viruses go crazy. There should be nothing in the ruins that can continue to affect them.

Niyo was still waiting with the intelligence team on the outskirts of the ruins of the city. I glanced out the window. The color of the sun had gradually become darker, and the dim yellow hue was interspersed in the sky and clouds, slowly and continuously enveloping.It will be night soon, and Jiali Miweier and the others don't have much time left.

While I was thinking about this, Gerald pushed open the door and came out - after I taught him countless times, he finally learned to put on a piece of clothing when he walked out of the bathroom, otherwise I would be subject to such strong pressure all day long. Visual impact, sooner or later it will be defeated.

After walking out the door, he directly put his eyes on me, froze for a while, walked to my side and stretched out his hand to gently press my back.

"I can't see what's behind me now, so it shouldn't look too scary, right?" Feeling the touch of his fingers pressing on my back, I asked as if joking.

"... When did you get hurt?"

I quickly realized that he should not be able to notice the situation around him in his state at that time, and although we fell directly from the sixth floor, I was always protecting him when he fell to the ground, so he should feel Without too much impact, I will not have the energy to pay attention to the injury on my back.Thinking of this, I smiled and held his wrist, not letting him continue to observe my back so meticulously, and at the same time comforted: "Don't worry, it's okay, it was just accidentally scratched before."

Gerald looked back at me from behind, frowned, and asked stubbornly: "...I can't remember, when did you get hurt?"

His concern really made me feel very happy, but of course I was unwilling to tell him the situation at that time, so I thought for a few seconds and said, "Look, I seem to be in pain because of those injuries on my back now." Does it look like?"

Gerald froze for a moment, stared at me closely, probably carefully sizing up my expression, and then shook his head.

"So it's nothing." I patted his stomach with a smile, and pointed to the closet beside him, "Go get dressed and dry your hair. We'll probably go out later, don't catch a cold."

He stood there and didn't immediately follow what I said, his expression looked quite puzzled. After a short period of silence, he suddenly reached out and hugged me, buried his face next to my neck and took a deep breath A few times, as if confirming my breath, I nodded.

It was probably a way of showing affection for him, or a little bit of relaxation that he wanted to have after a long period of tension - but it was not the same for me.For convenience, I just took off my shirt just before, so I can directly and strongly feel his overly warm body temperature after rinsing with hot water.This temperature, accompanied by the water vapor from his hair, poured straight into my nasal cavity and mind, constantly destroying the bottom line of my heart when I am extremely relaxed now.

Especially this guy who doesn't understand the situation is still moving his arm position, adjusting the most comfortable way of hugging for him, and the stimulation brought to me is also constantly amplified, like a burst of small electric current, along the way Watching the injured position on my back keep being passed on to me.

"... Gerald."

Still buried in my shoulder socket, he responded to me with the voice from his nasal cavity, and even rubbed the tip of his nose lightly against my skin a few times to show that he heard me calling him.

I sighed helplessly, put my hands on his sides, pushed him away a little, looked at his slightly puzzled expression, then suddenly tightened my hands and hugged his waist and back, deeply kissed him deeply.

He probably didn't react in time, and he was still staring at me with blank eyes when I kissed him. It wasn't until the temperature of the friction between his lips gradually increased, and we fell into this emotional vortex at the same time, that he slowed down. I closed my eyes.

I hugged him and turned around, half-sat on the table and hugged him tighter. The thoughts in my mind kept rolling along with the lust, and at the same time it brought me infinite relief and relaxation.

He probably wouldn't have known how worried I was when something happened to him. Anything that could hurt him was tearing at my nerves.I am not sure about the future, and our current situation is full of dangers. Although Jiali Miweier and I are fully prepared and always have the worst plan, this is our blame and obligation, and we must Go ahead and finish things-but I have no way to guarantee that Gerrard will not be implicated because of this. If one day I really need to face a situation that I cannot accept, it is the first time that I cannot judge whether I will because of this. out of control.

These unavoidable negative emotions lingered in my thoughts, and after being squeezed out by me, they came back again. It was not until I realized that I might hug him too tightly that I completely got rid of this thought. After recovering from the shock, he slowly let go of his hands and looked into his eyes.

He opened his eyes again when we parted, and after looking at me for a while, he asked softly, "...Are you worried?"

"It's nothing." I laughed, raised my hand and stroked his back slowly, and talked with him intimately at a very close distance, "I'm just worried about something you will worry about too."

After hearing me say this, his expression rarely became a little flustered, but under the comfort of my still peaceful eyes, he gradually regained his calm, hugged me again, and let out a slow breath, "I don't understand."

I didn't speak, waiting for him to pour out all he wanted to say.

“I didn’t know what was going on while I was there, I couldn’t notice my surroundings, everything I could see was blurry, everyone was an enemy,” he told me, “…that feeling.”

After hearing what he said, I frowned slightly, and comforted me: "Don't worry, that thing is under our control now, and it won't have any effect on you anymore."

"I can feel other people's emotions," he continued. "They want to kill more than I do. They can't stop. I don't know why."

The situation at that time was indeed as he described, but it seemed to be slightly different from what I imagined. It seemed that not only their emotions were controlled, but also their visual nerves and other aspects were also affected.From my first feeling, it seems that this unknown influence is actually oppressing their nerves like the HLM virus—or, in other words, controlling the HLM virus to become active again.

I nodded slowly, patted him on the back, and said, "I'll go wash up first. We still have something to talk about after Jiali Miweier and the others come back. You can go and rest for a while."