A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

It's been two weeks since Carrie Miville left with Conordo and Niyo.I have been paying attention to the content of the news bulletin in the past ten days, and I am relieved that I have not seen any news related to the base of Jiali Miweier or the HLM Virus Research Association.At this time, no news about them is the best news. After all, once such an organization or place closely related to the HLM virus gets the attention of the news, it must be a big deal.

At present, it seems that Jiali Miweier's side should be going well. If there is any problem, he should contact me directly.Mr. Fisher should have already started to investigate the last system intrusion incident at the association, but there is no news for the time being.I took the time to contact him two days ago, and discussed with him about going to the northern base to find Lunathan Hughes. After hearing the reason, he said that he would arrange it as soon as possible, so I was happy to be free during this time.

To my delight, Gerald seems to be getting more and more sober.There are more and more cases where he can respond to my questions or behaviors in various ways. Although most of the time he is rolling in his throat and muttering some strange voices that I can't distinguish the specific meaning, at least it shows that he is trying Try to respond to me.I try to correct every pronunciation of his, guide him to speak correctly, and try to simplify my own language as much as possible, so that the meaning of the spoken words is more concise and clear, so that it is convenient for him to recognize the meaning.

But he seems to be clinging to me even more, almost inseparable every day, and even worse at night.Since that morning, he has learned to sneak into my room at various times, and now I don’t even need the reminder of my biological clock, I will be awakened from sleep by the sound of him constantly rubbing the sheets or simply lying on my body wake up.

It's not that I hate his approach, on the contrary, I am quite happy that he is willing to be close to me-but this does not mean that I can control my body's reactions day in and day out, although it is said Exaggeration, but I was almost insane from his torture.I even began to suspect that one day I would spontaneously subvert the self-awareness I have always been proud of and do something that I couldn't even imagine.

So last night I thought long and hard at the dinner table and decided to lock my door.

The only thing I hope now is that he doesn't just kick my door open. In the current situation where he lives with me, it is a bit unrealistic to ask a craftsman to repair it.

After I sent him back to the room, I turned back to my own room and leaned against the wall to listen carefully for a long time. After confirming that there was no movement, I finally calmed down and sat back on the bed to read the news reports during this period.

I almost never paid attention to these before, the news columns are always on the wind, and they never seem to cover a thing in a completely realistic way except for the national news.Their duty seems to have evolved from revealing the truth to pleasing the crowd, saying only what the viewer wants to see or thinks is plausible.

But these days are special. It is inconvenient for me to directly contact Jiali Miweier and Mr. Felischer, and I can only use this method to catch up on the wind for the time being. It is better to know some corner news than to sit and wait.

I still let ZZ continue to observe other researchers, and at the same time, I am also paying attention to the frequency of contact between Director Ge Geerli and Dr. Hughes.To be honest, they have almost no contact, only occasionally exchanging text messages, and most of them say things that are not important.They only transferred the file once, but the file was too small. I was in the kitchen at that time, and ZZ couldn't contact me in time, so I happened to miss the best time to intercept.After the files have been transferred, I gave up on tracking. After all, I still need to ensure the safety of the system and IP address first. If they find out that it is me, it will be very difficult for me and Jiali Miweier to carry out the plan. down.

I stored everything that happened in the past few days into the protective network of the host computer and encrypted it, then put the terminal back on the table, lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

When I woke up naturally the next morning, I couldn't directly touch Gerrard's tough side when I raised my hand, and I was a little uncomfortable.But this idea just appeared, and I was immediately expelled from my brain.

I got out of bed and habitually picked up the terminal and glanced at it. After confirming that there was no new news, I went into the bathroom and washed my face to wake myself up completely.

It is indeed a pleasure not to expend too much energy in the morning. I walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the time. I reckoned that Gerald should be hungry—although his body does not produce it so easily. Hunger, but he seems to be used to three meals on time, so I am also happy to adjust his life schedule to be healthier.

But this peaceful mood stopped abruptly the moment I opened the door.I looked at Gerald standing outside the door. He still kept his hands raised in front of him. It was obvious that he should have put his hands on the door just now.He opened his eyes, looked at me blankly, and didn't put his hands down immediately.

I have to admit that I felt a twinge in my heart when I saw him like this, and I almost immediately regretted my decision to lock the door last night.This mood makes my thoughts complicated and difficult to express, especially since I don't know exactly when he has been standing here.

I stretched out my right hand and grasped his wrists together, and slowly pressed down on his arms, letting him put his hands down so that he didn't have to lift them up so hard, then raised my left hand, and put two fingers on the side of his neck Slowly kneading and massaging a few times, "...what should I do with you?"

He was tall, almost as tall as I was, but looked like a child when it came to me.I raised the back of my hand to meet his cheek, stroked his side face with my fingertips, and said with a sigh: "I'm not sure if it's because you've been out alone for too long, so you're more tender than ordinary people." Longing for human contact," I laughed and frowned slightly, "You're making it hard for me."

He couldn't understand the meaning of what I said, but I could feel his calmness at this moment, it seemed that he had been standing and waiting outside my door all night or midnight, and he never felt aggrieved at all.

I withdrew my hand in silence, walked around him and stepped into the corridor, then turned around and smiled lightly: "Let's go, wash your face and go eat."

Gerald's thinking is still not clear enough. Many times I am not sure what he wants to express. Every communication can be regarded as guesswork.However, his emotions are very obvious. For example, when he was in the research institute, he immediately showed a sense of alertness because of the approach of other people, and seeing that Niyo was particularly upset-I have not yet been able to understand this point. Find out the specific reason, just find it funny, it feels like the hostility of the child who was pranked on the perpetrator.

Even a child should have his favorite toys, but so far I still haven't found anything that he is particularly interested in, except for occasionally staring at the display screen.If he had to say it, he seemed to only focus on me.I can't say whether I should be happy or worried, but I really can't let him be around me forever.

"What is my name?"

After eating at noon, I took him into the garden as usual, sat on the bench with him, and taught him language knowledge over and over again.This is the simplest and most effective method. Constantly listening to my words in such an environment will leave a deep impression on his brain and allow him to understand the meaning of these words more quickly.

"My name." I pointed to myself, observing the emotions and thoughts in his eyes, "What is my name?"

Gerald looked at me, his eyes slowly moved along the movements of my hands, and after a long while, he slowly said: "...Leo."

I nodded approvingly, then looked at him, and suddenly stretched out my hand against his ear and snapped my fingers.When I made this action, he was staring at me all the time, without any defensive reaction, not even a subconscious dodge, as if he believed that I would never hurt him.

"That's not okay." I frowned slightly, "I brought you back not to kill your wildness. It's okay to say that you don't have the slightest guard against me, but if you lose it to other people in the future If you’re not vigilant, it’s not very good.”

When Jiali Miweier came last time, I observed him a little bit in battle. In terms of reaction and speed, his physical fitness is far superior to Jiali Miweier.In other words, he actually still has the ability to respond quickly, but in front of me, even if I make any actions that seem to threaten him, he still remains unmoved.

This gave me a bit of a headache, and what's worse, I really couldn't actually do him any harm.His mind was constantly feeding him information that he was safe with me and that he was in no danger.

But such subconscious thinking is actually a big mistake.I'm not sure at the moment whether he feels safe around me or if he thinks I won't hurt him.If he just thinks that I won't hurt him in any way, then it's fine, but if he thinks that the area around me is absolutely safe, I have to correct him.

"I'll take you back to the wasteland in a while," I said slowly, patting the back of his hand, "You're familiar with that area, so I might need your help...but if you When you stay by my side, you don’t have any vigilance at all, and then it will be quite dangerous to return to the battlefield, so you can’t be so lazy all the time, I still have to make you have a sense of crisis.”