A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

Speaking of crisis awareness, in fact, even I haven’t felt that state for a long time.When I was in the army with Carrie Miville many years ago, I often felt threatened by dangers. In recent years, I’m probably used to being undisciplined. No matter how time-consuming and thought-consuming everything around me is, it will not directly threaten me. s life.

I'm not even sure if I can still get used to the feeling of holding up a gun when I go back to the army. That memory is quite far away for me, and the middle part of the memory seems to be separated by a layer of thick fog, becoming fragmented and confusing. , so that I can not particularly clearly recall what life in the army is like.

Presumably it was because too much time had passed.In fact, I can’t say that I have experienced a lot of things in the past few years, but I just feel that the time has passed extremely long. Although the things I deliberately avoided seem to be still under control, I always feel uneasy. The HLM virus has been my focus for the past few years, which caused me to lose sight of the current situation after I suddenly broke away from the research institute.I have to keep my distance from the government, but I have to admit that I am still worried.

However, these will not cause me too much trouble for the time being, and I am not thinking about it except occasionally in my free time.

In addition, I also have a deeper understanding of Gerald's delicious virtue.In the few days when he first went to the research institute, I have already seen how enthusiastic he is about food. The vicious HLM virus has transformed his body so that his body no longer needs so much energy and nutrition, but it seems that it is not beneficial to the individual. Likes don't matter.Maybe he loved to eat before he was infected with the virus, so this habit continued until he was completely infected, and he still loves to eat so much.

I will use the afternoon and evening to do experiments and analysis, so I usually have more leisure before lunch. During this time, I usually try to communicate with Gerald as much as possible, so that he can quickly accept more knowledge, and by the way Kill time.

After washing up with Gerald, I took him downstairs.Occasionally, I will try some newly released recipes on the Internet in the kitchen. For example, now, I look at the oven in front of me and count the time silently.Gerald stood by the kitchen door, his eyes fixed on the oven, and for the first time in a long while he didn't look at me.It also made me a little bit suspicious that food might have always been more important to him than me.

I am more willing to cook some dim sum food, otherwise there would be only vegetables and meat every day. Although I don’t know if Gerrard has a concept of good food or bad food, anyway, I need to improve my food.

This smell is indeed very sweet, and it can be smelled on the second floor, and I feel it even more when I stand so close.I'm actually not very clear on whether Gerald really likes to eat sweets. It seems that he accepts a few candies once in a while, but it feels no different from eating other foods.

When the oven chimed, Gerald came over before I opened the door.I stretched out a hand and lightly stopped his waist to prevent him from getting too close. This was also for his sake. The oven was very hot, and even his skin could not withstand direct contact with such a high temperature.

But I was still a little worried that he would suddenly reach out, so I simply turned my body to block him, then opened the oven, took out the pastry inside and put it on the table.

"This is the first time I've made this kind of dessert. If it doesn't taste good, you must let me know." I jokingly said, then moved away from my body, bent my fingers and gently tested the temperature on the pastry with my knuckles. After the temperature dropped a little, he picked up one of them, turned around and waved it in front of Gerald twice, "Want to eat?"

I deliberately placed the pastry in front of him, and when he reached for it, I immediately pulled it away, and asked again: "Do you want to eat?"

Gerald kept raising his hand, blinked his eyes twice blankly, then lowered his hand and looked at me. After I repeated the question tirelessly, he nodded slowly, "Yes."

"That's right." I smiled, and passed the pastry in my hand to his mouth, watching him open his mouth and bite it down, "You have to learn to answer questions, even I can't guarantee to always guess your thoughts correctly ah."

I turned my head and glanced at the time displayed on the wall. It was already close to noon. In order to prepare this dessert, I didn’t give him anything in the morning. No wonder he was hungry—to be precise, he was probably hungry.

While thinking about how to teach him how to say the word "hungry", I raised my hand and let him nibble on the piece of snack, until the wet touch of my fingertips woke me up from my thoughts.

I turned my head and half-closed my eyes, watching Gerald sticking out his tongue to lick the candy on my fingers, almost gnashing his teeth and calculating how much longer I could endure.

"I don't even know what kind of way to warn you." I stared at him for a long time, and finally I could only give a helpless smile, and the other hand placed by my side clenched hard, "You now His thinking is at best a child with a little bit of self-awareness, if I really do something, I don’t need Jiali Miweier to remind me, I feel that I have lost my conscience.”

"...If you were conscious and knew what I was thinking, you probably wouldn't have done such a dangerous act." Looking at his still ignorant expression, my mood was complicated like a mess , "Bringing you back is simply asking for trouble."

After slowly licking the sweetness on my fingers with the tip of his tongue, he gently touched my wrist with his forehead, and called softly: "Leo."

He started to learn to speak a few simple words during this period, so I gave him some medicine to repair the vocal cords, and the voice of his throat has gradually recovered, not as dry and unpleasant as before.After returning to his normal voice, his voice is actually quite beautiful, which matches his beautiful facial features very well, and at the same time stimulates me even more.

I couldn't help wanting to know the sound of his voice when he laughed, and to hear the sound of it when he cried.I want to know how his every look will be different when he is completely back to normal, and to hear him call my name in full with a healthy and emotional voice.

But I'm not sure if he'll be as willing to stay with me as he is now when he's back to normal -- in a deep sense, I'm even more hopeful that he'll be willing to leave me then and go back to society and In the crowd, live again as a normal person.

I rubbed his chin slowly with the palms and the backs of my hands alternately, feeling the soft touch from every inch of skin, and more unrestrained images kept rolling in my mind, making even the simple action of stroking his chin become unbearable. Subtle up.

In the end, I had to withdraw my hand to wake up my brain, and stop the fantasies in my brain from becoming more rampant and out of control.I came back to my senses, sighed, picked up another piece of pastry and handed it to him, "Eat it by yourself, if you continue to feed you like this, sooner or later, I will have physical problems."

Gerald took the snack I handed over, twirled it in his hand, then took a step forward, lowered his head and gently pressed the top of his head against my chin, grabbed my clothes with his free hand, and slowly Slowly biting the pastry in his hand.

I couldn't see his expression, but his clothes were held tightly by him. I could only take a step back, let my lower back lean against the edge of the table, and let him put the weight of his entire body on me.Anyway, I really didn't want to push him away, so I simply obeyed my will, raised a hand to hold his waist, and let him lean in my arms.

This position is actually not very comfortable, and he leaned on my chin to eat like this, the bread crumbs fell into my collar, slid along my chest all the way to my lower abdomen, and then slipped out from the hem of the clothes.

Dumbfounded, I put my hand against his forehead and asked him to raise his head, "You can eat it, don't get bread crumbs all over my body, it's very itchy, and it's not easy to clean."

He turned over as I raised his head, leaning his back against my chest, and at the same time stuffed the last bite of pastry into his mouth, chewing slowly with his lips tightly closed, his eyes on the ceiling, his expression on his face. It's comfortable, and I don't know what I'm thinking.

"My cushion is very comfortable to lean on, isn't it?" I put my forearm around his arm, wrapped around his waist at his lower abdomen, and turned my head to ask in his ear.

I can vaguely feel the muscles under the skin of his lower abdomen from the touch of my hand. Although it is not so obvious anymore, it is still full of strength, which makes his entire lower abdomen and waist look extremely flexible, and it also made me feel dazed again.

For a moment, I felt that I was really not young anymore. If I was about ten years younger and about the same age as him, I probably would not care about anything, I would not care about morality and conscience, and I would go to Do.But now I just want to watch him recover slowly, and wait until he can fully understand the meaning of all my words and actions, and then let him decide his future.

Although I am not willing to let him recover his sanity only under my guidance and control, I am even more unwilling to let him fall into the hands of others.This kind of contradictory and dangerous thinking always exists in the depths of my mind. Sometimes I am confused and question everything I am doing now. I think I probably need more time to think before I can slowly think about everything. thing.

I reached out and gently covered Gerald's eyes, hiding where he was looking.