A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

Along the way, Deb was chattering to me about that particular infected person, and his tone sounded a little too excited to me.We have also had a precedent of successfully capturing infected people before, but after taking protective measures, using methods such as anesthesia or binding to subdue the infected people, and conducting research on their blood, tissue, and even living habits, we almost Nothing was gained—at most, they knew that their living habits were almost the same as those of normal people. They needed food and water, but they slept less and were less likely to be hungry.

"He's too quiet." Deb repeated what he said before, "I can't explain it clearly to you, but I think that only you, an expert, are qualified to study him. "

"I'm not an expert." I shook my head. "I'm a doctor and I just want to help them as much as I can."

"Why aren't we?" Deb sighed, rubbing his forehead to calm down his excitement, "I know you don't like this practice of treating patients as experimental subjects, but for more patients , for the sake of more innocent people, sometimes sacrifice is indeed necessary." He looked at me sideways, "If we don't do this, their end will definitely not be better than staying in a warm and comfortable laboratory, isn't it ?"

I didn't speak, and generally ended this topic here by default.

Deb was very young, and his face was always full of vigor. The clinic, a place full of grief and despair, didn't seem to have much influence on him.He is always active and positive, influencing the patients around him with his positive energy.Although my interaction with him is basically limited to the laboratory, I can often hear comments about him from other people's words - "Boy Deb is really a sunny and handsome person, and the patients who talked to him seem to be a I can keep a good mood in the afternoon." "I don't know how many girls will fall in love with his smile."

I'm probably past that age.I thought.Although I never had this temperament when I was his age.

"We're almost there, doctor."

I walked slowly while observing the corridor.I am no stranger to this place.This is the isolation room in the deepest part of the institute, and other infected people who were brought back by the army are also held here.They treat the infected like prisoners or ferocious beasts.

The isolation room is transparent on all sides. In the center of this large research room, there are various instruments and staff all around—they are staring at the person in the isolation room intently.The huge overhead light on the ceiling shines directly down, illuminating the scene in the isolation room at a glance.

I waved to the staff who greeted me, walked to the isolation room and squatted down.

This guy is leaning against the glass opposite me, with his head bowed, his legs stretched out in front of him, his hands blown by his sides, and the backs of his hands resting on the floor. He looks weak and weak, but I can tell from him His thin arms were seen among the torn clothes.His arms had graceful muscles that implied great strength, his skin was pale, and he probably hadn't received much direct sunlight for a long time.His hair was so long that when his head was bowed, the ends swept the floor.

I watched him for a while, but he still didn't move.I stood up and shook my head, "Go and clean up the isolation room with the window facing east, open the window for ventilation, and make new sheets."

"……Doctors?"

"He's a human, not an animal." I said with a smile, "Why, do you want to be locked in such a cage where you can't even breathe, and be stared at by a group of strange people all day long?"

The researchers looked at each other in blank dismay, but fortunately they didn't refute my decision.They moved quickly, and immediately divided two people to clean up the room, and the others brought today's research report for the whole day.

I flipped through it casually, and probably recorded all the behaviors of this infected person for a day.For example, he seems to be able to understand what the researchers are saying, and he will calmly drink the water sent into the isolation room, and he seems to have eaten a lot of food.The look in his eyes when he raised his head occasionally was not as manic as other infected people.

When I was flipping through the materials, I suddenly had such a weird feeling.I turned my head just in time to see the guy lift his head, his hair was almost all over his face, but I could still see his eyes through the strands of hair.Those are a pair of bright eyes.

I was a little helpless and shook my head again.These boys may be disappointed.

Since the outbreak of the HLM virus, I have devoted myself to studying and cracking the virus. I have seen countless different infected people. They all have their own personalities and habits, but there is one thing that is completely the same—their eyes are the same as those of normal people. Not the slightest resemblance.

The infected person in the isolation room can only be said to be more docile than other infected people, but his eyes still don't look like human eyes.It's probably just an infected person with a cold personality, and I can't draw any more conclusions.

I returned the data to the researcher.

But this doesn't stop me from taking good care of him and looking for hope in him.Whether he is an abnormal infected person or not, I have to observe it for a period of time before I can draw a conclusion.The boys around me are too aggressive and impulsive.

I can understand their desire to do more for the people around them and to help more people, and I also have this kind of good wish.But whether you have beautiful ideals or not, and whether the reality is so cruel are two completely different things.

After he glanced at me, he lowered his head, and he didn't raise his head until he was transferred away by the researchers in full armor.

I looked at Deb, who was standing beside me with an expectant face, and didn't tell him my conclusion just now, but said: "I will stay here for a while, take a closer look at this infected person, and put my Let's arrange the room next door."

"No problem, doctor." Dai Bu nodded without much hesitation, "The isolation room you arranged has only one transparent wall, and the one next door happens to be the dormitory of the staff, I asked them to clear it out for your use. If there is any change in the isolation room, you can hear it immediately." He thought for a while, and then said: "Although it is not easy to bring it up, I also want to participate in your research, can I?"

"Yes." I nodded and agreed, "By the way, tell others, this is not a zoo, don't come here and hang out from time to time like visiting a rare species."

The isolation room has two layers of transparent high-strength glass, the innermost one is the room I arranged for the infected person, and the outer one between the two glass walls contains tables, chairs and some necessary utensils. provided to researchers.

I opened the first door, sat down on the chair, and looked at the infected person who fell on the bed and stopped moving.I know he must be awake.

"I don't know what your previous name was." I said slowly, "They call you Number 27, but I'm going to give you a new name. If you can restore it later, use your old name."

It's a soothing job I do every time I meet a new infected person, though it never really works, and I haven't named them before.But this time the situation is special, I also plan to do more.

"How about it, Gerald?" I went on, "I don't know if you can understand it, let alone if you would like the name, so I'll just call it that, it's better than the number 27 some."

The monitor on the table shows that the device is recording, and my pen is also recording our conversation in the notebook.This is my personal habit. I am always more used to pen and paper. It is very convenient to make my own symbols or small details that I want to mark.

"Meet you for the first time, my name is Leodier." I continued the one-sided conversation, "You are the No.20 seven vicious virus-infected people who entered the institute, and you are the only one who didn't roar and beat the wall Patient, in my opinion, you should be a very polite guy. I will try to find your family members, and if I can find them, I will try to bring them to see you." The pen in my hand paused, " Although you would never want your family to see you now, at least you should let them know that you are still alive."

There was no movement in the isolation room, he lay there like a lifeless piece of iron, without making any sound from beginning to end.

"I hope you are not so silent about me because you hate me." I joked, "You are very dirty now, I will send water in later, if you want, just wipe your body."

His drinking and eating habits should just be instincts left over from when he was still conscious.I guessed.It's not clear from other people's reports throughout the day that he really understands language.In other words, does he really have the ability to think independently, or does he just rely entirely on instinct, like other infected people.

I went out and had them send a bucket of clean water into the isolation room.When the transmission channel opened, he raised his head and looked at the tempered barrel that appeared in the isolation room.

I bent my fingers and tapped on the glass door lightly.After he looked at me, he pointed to the vat.

He is still staring at me.

I shook my head slightly, wrote down this phenomenon in my notes, and then tapped the glass wall with the pen tip, "I don't want to hurt anyone, including all infected people, but I can't watch you hurt other ordinary people. People, so I have never stopped the army's crusade against you. You may be taken away by the army and executed soon. But for the sake of being so obedient, if you can always be so meek I will let them allow you to stay here." I whispered, "At least I can live a quiet and comfortable life, and I don't have to continue fleeing in the wasteland."