A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

I met his eyes and kept a still posture, only the sound of our low breathing and the occasional pulsation that could be distinguished were surrounded by our ears.His lips are attached to my palm, as long as there is any slight movement, I can feel it very clearly. His eyes still haven't recovered from the abnormal state, but his breathing that is gradually calming down and the movement on his lips are not clear. No matter how hot the temperature was, it told me that he had successfully restrained his emotions.

I shifted my attention away from the touch on my palm and listened to the sound of approaching sidsuo in the corridor.It feels like some wet object is constantly hitting the metal wall. The sound is extremely subtle and almost inaudible, but it is continuous and getting closer.I speculate that this is probably the footsteps of the infected person. Maybe the infected person didn't wear shoes, and it is more likely that he used his hands and feet. In any case, he didn't howl, but he was getting closer, coming towards the direction where we were hiding.

I stood up straight, removed the hand on Gerrard's waist, and moved it to the half-arm position behind me, preventing the door from being suddenly smashed open at any time.It is not difficult to just defeat an infected person. The difficult thing is that Gerald is best at hand-to-hand combat, which means that if he makes a move, he will see blood no matter what.As long as the infected person's blood drips into this room, it is very likely that more than half of the infected people will be attracted. In that case, maybe even how to get back downstairs will become a problem.

I adjusted my breathing, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching crazily, until the moment he came to the door, he raised his arm and right leg, and swung forward vigorously, just in time to hit the man who was suddenly caught On the opened door.The door panel hit the infected person who rushed in in the opposite direction, and he let out a painful hiss suddenly, his body was knocked out, hit the floor and rolled around a few times, and immediately got up from the ground and jumped onto the roof. With a heavy step, he rushed to our position again.

I listened to the sharp whistling from the infected man's throat, and before he approached, there was a void behind me.I immediately realized that Gerald had broken free from my restraint, and quickly grabbed my side with my left hand, but I was still a step too slow, only touching the corner of his clothes, and failed to stop his movement in time.

"Gerald!"

I frowned, and saw that he was the same as when he was in the laboratory before, directly pressing the infected person to the wall, so hard that I even heard the sound of the infected person's bones breaking.

But as if he didn't hear me calling him, a low growl rolled out of his throat, one hand hit the infected person on the shoulder, and the other hand slammed into the infected person's neck.

When I quickly came to them, the infected person was letting out a long and tragic scream, and then the scream stopped abruptly as if it had been cut off in the air. After hissing, it twitched a few times, and soon became silent.

I looked at the large amount of blood continuously oozing from the palm of the hand that Gerald pinched the infected person's neck. I expected that the finger he pinched in probably injured the infected person's jugular artery. Such a puddle of blood would probably disappear soon. drip down.

I put one hand on Gerald's side waist, and the other lightly covered the back of his hand that was strangling the infected man's neck. I didn't care that it was all over his hand and was still running along his forearm. The blood flowing down, at an extremely slow and calm speed, held his hand and let him loosen the infected man's neck, trying not to sink his emotions deeper.

"Relax." I whispered in his ear, "You can't get so excited anymore."

Under my comfort and control, he gradually loosened his tight hands, and slowly leaned his body back against my chest, his breathing still a little short.

I watched with a complicated expression as the corpse of the infected person slowly slipped from the wall to the ground after getting out of Gerald's control.Blood was constantly oozing from his neck, and the blood flowed down his shoulders and chest, and gradually spread to the ground. A fishy smell rushed to his face, instantly attacking the entire room.Like all infected people, his limbs looked thin and sickly, and the bruising and graying of his face also symbolized the extent to which the HLM virus had devastated his body.

I sighed softly, took off my coat and wiped the blood off my and Gerald's arms and palms.

Since he failed to prevent this from happening, the only option left now is to rush to the arsenal as quickly as possible.I looked at Gerald's expression with a little worry, his eyes were still a little loose, and his eyes were still fixed on the corpse of the infected person, as if he was guarding against his sudden resurrection from the dead, jumping up and jumping. Like us.

The habit of actively attacking people who pose a threat to him, Gerald is the same as any other infected person. This is a habit they formed in the wild. If they don't take the lead when they encounter danger, it is almost equal to Give your life with your hands.Such a habit needs time and the continuous influence of the environment to gradually improve, so it is no wonder for him.

"We have to go, Gerald." After I wiped off all the blood on our bodies, I threw the coat on the ground, put my left hand on Gerald's chin, and let him look into my eyes, "If we continue to stay here, we really won't be able to get out."

Gerald looked at me, still breathing heavily with his mouth slightly open. After staring at me like this for a few seconds, he nodded slowly.

I took his hand as before, walked out of the room quickly, closed the door and stood in the corridor, listening to the direction of the stairs.There haven't been any chaotic sounds yet, and the smell probably hasn't spread so fast for now. We have to reach the weapon depot as soon as possible while other infected people are not flocking here.

I took Gerald no longer to walk lightly, but took out the terminal while trotting to confirm that our route was correct. The arsenal was at the top of the corridor in front of us, and there was no more transmission from the corridor. Any weird noises, the front should be temporarily safe.

The journey to the weapon warehouse went smoothly. I stood at the top of the corridor, looked back at the empty corridor, and was about to take out the key, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the slightly open door. .I froze for a moment, put the key back into my pocket, stretched out my hand and gently pushed the door.

——Sure enough, it has already been opened.

I put my hand on the side of the door panel and gently pushed open the door of the weapon warehouse, only to see a dazzling beam of light suddenly flashed in the darkness in front of me.I squinted my eyes subconsciously, turned my head and took a step back. I heard a scream from an infected person in the armory, followed by two white lights, and the room returned to silence.

I opened the door to let in the hallway light, and wasn't too surprised to see Hugh standing in the corner holding a PD-131.

"...Why are you here?" He looked at us warily and asked first.

"Director Webster gave me the key." I lifted the key card in my hand and gave him a look, "He is still in the director's office, I need to take some weapons out, what are you doing?" here?"

"I'm the leader of the research team, and I hold the key to the weapon warehouse." Hughes was still standing in the corner. The light in his place was too dim, and I couldn't see his eyes and specific expression clearly. I could only see him vaguely. The tightly furrowed brows, and the always tight lips when not speaking.He was silent for a few seconds, and said to me: "You used to be a soldier, and you must be better than us researchers in combat. Charles just lured the other two infected people and fled to the north corridor... If you can, go to Help him, I'll take the weapon back to the director's office, don't worry."

His expression was dark and unclear, and his tone sounded okay. He was as nervous as a normal person would react to such an unexpected situation, and he was holding the gun tightly with both hands, looking extremely alert.If it just looked like this, he was like a timid and cautious ordinary researcher, struggling to think about how to survive in fear.

I turned on the light of the armory in silence, took out two black mice from the nearby weapon cabinet without saying a word, glanced at the corpse of the infected person lying limp in the corner on the other side, and looked at Hughes again, " "Okay, I'll save him."

Hugh looked at me and nodded slowly.

I went back to the door, looked back at him for the last time as I walked out, and said, "The direction over the stairwell may be very dangerous, try to find another way to go downstairs, don't take the stairs."

"……thanks for reminding."

I went back into the hallway and closed the armory door again.No matter what the meaning of Hughes' words is, he has not shown any signs now, I can't find a reason to keep him, not to mention I don't have time to play word games with him here, I have to go to the northern corridor to take a look, Let's make sure Charles' safety first.

I didn't hand over the PD-131 to Gerald right away. He is in a very unstable situation now. Breaking a container containing unknown materials may not necessarily cause any situation.

The northern corridor is not long. If, as Hughes said, Charles is being chased by two infected people at the same time, then I don't need to search from room to room.

Not long after running in the corridor, I heard two sharp roars coming from the front, and a shadow flew upside down at the corner of the corridor.I stood still and raised the barrel of the gun, stopped Gerald behind me, and after confirming that the shadow was a person infected with a vicious virus, adjusted the angle and shot directly.