A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

As planned, I chose the dinner break to enter the isolation room.This is the time when I am most likely to get close to him, and it is also the time when he is least wary of me, or the time when I am most willing to approach me-I still don’t quite understand why he is so greedy, although three meals a day are nutritious and healthy, but In fact, his body does not need the nutrition of three meals a day like ordinary people.He gave me the feeling that he was pursuing appetite, which is a problem I hadn't thought about before, maybe his oral system is still healthy.

I didn't go to the observation room. I put the two food boxes on the table in my own room and opened the equipment cabinet.There are no lethal weapons or various tools prepared in the room, but there is a set of light armor and an upper arm position response device.I thought about putting my hand on the light armor for a few seconds, only took off the reaction device and put it on the left arm.

This is a streamlined protective device newly developed by the R&D department in the past few months. Its function is to automatically detect the wearer's surrounding environment and take appropriate protective measures.This was brought to me by Jiali Miweier when he came to the research institute last time. His entire team has one person. It is said that it is very useful for defending against the attacks of vicious infected people who are far stronger than ordinary people.

Specifically, I really don't know where it is useful, but since Jiali Miweier said that it is not offensive, it should not be able to hurt Gerrard.It's just that if things don't go well for a while and the device reacts too much, everything I've done this week may be in vain... But if I continue to feed diligently in the future, maybe I can get his trust back.

I laughed, closed the door and walked out.

Dab and Xinduo Li were waiting for me at the door, I nodded to them, ready to enter the isolation room.The entrance to the isolation room is on the other side, and there is no way to go directly into the observation room. When I passed by the observation room, I subconsciously glanced at Gerald. He remained the same, lying on the bed with a pair of clear eyes open.

"Doctor, is this unsafe for you? You should put on the protective clothing." Dai Bu continued to chatter uneasy, and poked Xin Duoli with his elbow, signaling her to say something too. .

"I think I'm better off as usual." I looked down at my clothes, "What, you look sloppy?"

"Uh...no." Deb shook his head in embarrassment, "You look very energetic."

"Go and stay in the observation room," I said to Xin Duoli, "Daeb is enough here. If there is any emergency, the defense system of the isolation room can be activated immediately in the observation room."

"Okay," Xin Duoli nodded politely—I could see worry in her darker eyes than usual, but I didn't say too many words of comfort, "Please be careful."

After she left, I stacked the two food boxes together, held them with one hand, and put the other on Dai Bu's shoulder, "I'm going in, little devil, you stay here, don't step in." Go even one step, understand?"

"I can't promise, doctor." He stared at me with resentment and dissatisfaction in his eyes, "If you are in danger, I will definitely go in."

I stopped persuading him, and opened the door of the isolation room with a slight nod before he stopped.Dab wanted to scream at first, but probably thought of how close he was to this viciously infected person at this time, so he stopped his voice, his throat rolled twice, and he didn't dare to speak.

I ignored him and walked straight into the isolation room.Not only Xin Duoli was standing in the observation room, but there were also many other members of the research institute. They were all tense at this moment, their facial expressions were extremely tense, their lips were pursed, and their eyes were constantly wandering on me and Gerald.

Their reaction was really interesting to me.

When the door opened, Gerald raised his head slightly and looked at me. His reaction was very calm. After seeing the lunch box in my hand, he got up and walked over as usual, and then walked two steps away from me. Waiting for me to give him the food box.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the nervousness of my colleagues, and it was a little funny to see Gerald standing in front of me without any signs of aggression.

This reminds me of a beast I once stayed in the research institute. We put a rabbit in its cage at the beginning - we only found out later that it didn't eat rabbits, although we don't know the specific reason. But it just doesn't eat, and it prefers prey like cattle and sheep.The rabbit was curled up in the corner of the cage, and the beast was lying beside him. The beast had been sleeping lazily, and had no intention of reaching out to the rabbit, but the rabbit was still trembling.

The situation now is similar to that then.I wondered.

The thought didn't stay in my mind for long, and I put more of my energy into looking Gerrard in the face.In the past few hours, I have imagined countless scenarios when we face each other without any obstacles, which can be roughly divided into several types that everyone can think of, such as attacking me, ignoring me at all, or snatching it from me. The food box walked aside to eat - the biggest possibility is to attack.But I didn't expect that even if there was no glass wall, he was still waiting quietly for me to reach out as usual.

Habit is such a terrible word.I thought, and handed him the food box in my hand.Or maybe it was because I looked so weak that he didn't think my existence was any threat to him at all.

I have to say that, as I expected, his smell is definitely not good.But I didn't mind too much, after all, when I was doing various researches, I was exposed to more foul-smelling things.There is no difference in other aspects. The glass wall only blocks the smell on his body, but does not affect my observation of his facial expressions and facial features, including the strong muscle lines on his body that can occasionally be seen among the torn clothes.

Everyone in the observation room seemed relieved, but I wasn't there yet.I bet they wouldn't go along with my crazy plan if I told them exactly what I was going to do.

When Gerald opened the food box, I raised a hand and grabbed Gerald's shoulder.Gerald was quick to react and Chance was on my wrist in a split second.

I didn't activate the defense device, and with my other hand behind my back, I gestured to Deb who was about to rush over, telling him to stay calm.To be honest, my wrist is really uncomfortable. I can clearly feel how much pressure my bones are under, and the blood cannot pass through my right hand smoothly. It will probably be a little numb in a few seconds.

But I still maintained this movement, and Gerald looked at me with no emotion.His pupils are still very beautiful, quite shiny, and I don't feel any discomfort being stared at by such eyes.I figured he'd be a pretty likable boy if he wasn't infected with the virus.

After a few minutes like this, just when I thought that Deb might not be able to hold it anymore, I felt the pressure on my wrist seemed to be lighter, and then Gerald slowly loosened the restraint Holding my hand, he still didn't let go completely, and put it gently on my wrist.

I put my hand on his shoulder, kept a smile on my face, and never left his gaze for even a second.This can also be regarded as a psychological method. I saw it in an article by a famous psychologist before. It said that when people look at each other, because there is no cover between the eyes, it is like facing each other naked. Any secrets, so relatively speaking, the vigilance will also drop.It seems to be quite effective so far, maybe I can consider reading other articles by that scholar.

Gerald didn't seem to understand what I was doing, which made it easier for me.The hand I put on his shoulder exerted a little strength, and he took a step back according to my strength, and then another step, until I pushed him to the edge of the bed, and I pressed his shoulder directly, forcing He sat on the bed.

As for myself, I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down beside him, "It's easier to sit and eat, you can't stand there all the time, and you're not afraid of getting tired."

Gerald stared at me as if he hadn't even thought about the food in his hand.

I sent a comforting look to Deb and the others in the observation room, then reached out and tapped on the lid of his food box, "Aren't you hungry?"

He was still looking at me, motionless.

It stands to reason that being stared at without moving like this would generally feel uncomfortable or frightening, but I am used to being stared at by him with this kind of eyes these days, and I can adapt to it.

I looked at the lunch box he was holding tightly in his hand, thinking that if he saw my intention to take the iron box back, he might think that I was robbing him of food and attack or stop me .So I'm going to use what I have for dinner straight away.Anyway, I'm not too hungry, and I can go to the dining area to get another one.

I opened my lunch box, picked up a fork and forked a piece of potato, and shook it in front of his eyes, "Aren't you really hungry? In order to enhance our hard-won friendship, how about I feed you?"

Of course he doesn't know what friendship is, and he certainly doesn't see me as a friend. To be precise, he doesn't know what a friend is at all.He doesn't know anything.

His eyes finally move away from my face, and rest on the potato wedges I've been forking.I brought the potato to his mouth and touched his lips carefully.Thanks to my luck, he opened his mouth.

When he was about to bite off the fork with the potatoes, I quickly pulled the fork out of his mouth.The potato remained in his mouth.

This is not bad, if I do it myself, it will save our research institute from having to purchase new tableware for a long period of time afterwards.

It is worth mentioning that, for the first time, I saw a blank expression on his face.He stared blankly at the undamaged fork in my hand, the veins around his eyes became more obvious, and the eye sockets began to turn black, and it took him a while to recover.I guess if—if, he is thinking at this moment, I may understand that these changes in his eyes are probably the virus that is continuously squeezing his nerves, forcing his brain and nervous system to fail to function.Well, my previous assumption is true in a sense.

Potatoes had been squeezed on the outside of his teeth, causing a small piece to protrude from his right cheek.He still looked at me blankly, probably forgetting that there was such a thing in his mouth.I suppressed a smile, waited patiently for him to remember the incident, and continued with my meal.

This process took a long time, until Deb started to move around again, and everyone in the observation room could no longer suppress their worries, Gerald moved his jaw and began to chew the potato that had been neglected for a long time.

"That's right. Although the current breeding system is perfect, we still can't waste food." I watched him swallow what was in his mouth with satisfaction, and then fed him other food.This time I still quickly pulled out the fork, and he didn't pause any longer, concentrating on the food in his mouth.

After repeating this a few times—just when I began to feel that I probably enjoyed the feeding process—I tried to pass him the fork in my hand.At the same time, I also placed the lunch box in my hand on top of the lunch box he had been holding tightly in his hand.

I gave it to him once before, so it seems that he is not unfamiliar with this kind of tableware, and he started to handle the food by himself after holding it in his hand.

Under my expectant gaze, he bit off the fork again.

I really can't laugh or cry.It also made me realize that our research and treatment still have a long way to go.