Your Highness, zombies are coming

"He fascinates me, easily draws my attention or disturbs my emotions, although I never admit it to my face, some little bastard is easy to be complacent, and I don't want to deal with overexcited aliens at all, I also Under the age of 31, you must not meet God for some unspeakable reasons."

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"Before that incident happened, I didn't notice any changes in Roman's personality. At the beginning, it was indeed something insignificant. He was a little irritable and even suspicious, no different from all animals in estrus. When I told him to restrain himself, he was buried in someone's arms like a child, so I thought he might just be tired of the same life at the base."

"Thinking about it now, I was so wrong. Under the concrete building, there was a conspiracy that could destroy all mankind, and the survivors living in the factory could not escape the terrible haze. 'He' is changing everyone , including me, including Roman, and even that crazy computer."

Even in a zombie-infested city, or on an interstellar trip a long time later, Issa did not change the habit of writing a diary. The notebook he often carries around has a white skin, yellowed corners, and blank spaces. It is full of words—Alphonse III's evaluation of that gadget is that it is a serial novel that he wants to secretly open when he sees it. The fly in the ointment is that he has to consider the tragic consequences of peeking.

However, the first time Roman saw a man writing a diary was when they first started their "cohabitation life"-to be precise, they lived together in the most remote lounge of the pharmaceutical factory. The paper bag left behind, and the musty-smelling bed—it took Roman half a day to tidy up the room, and the symbiont kept yelling in his mind, angrily accusing the host of using outer particles as cleaning tools Such extravagant stupidity.

Issa was immersed in writing, and when he realized that there was another person standing beside him, he immediately closed the book. "You can clean the barrel and stop dangling there."

"But I already did it yesterday, it's really boring to stay here, you don't have time to talk to me, and you still don't let me know what you wrote." Roman complained on the table, with blond hair loose, like some kind of waiting to go out canines.

"Okay," Issa straightened up, touching the messy hair on the table, "Do you have any news about Mr. Zombie?"

"It's like he evaporated, I only got a little hair left on Colin's body - there is indeed a strange change, it is about the X virus, it is resisted by the human body's own antibodies, although not completely , so that person regained consciousness before he was brain-dead." Roman said, he grabbed the hand that was messing in his hair, and kissed it by the way.

Issa withdrew his hand regretfully, and the other person glanced at him unsatisfactorily.

"If it's just him alone, it's not a big problem." Roman said seriously. Only at this time did he have the demeanor of the legendary first heir to the empire, even though Issa didn't know what that title was at all.

"The virus in his body has mutated and assimilated with human DNA. It can only stop people's hearts, but cannot stop their brain activities... As long as any infected person is willing, he can Add your own companions, bite each other, or have a kiss or something."

"We are likely to face a large group of "thinking" zombies." His Royal Highness came to a conclusion, of course he still looked indifferent, and then he looked at Issa, and found that the other party was frowning. "Don't even think about telling Luna, she is not a good girl who understands others."

"Thanks, I really haven't thought about it that way," Issa said, not acknowledging his wavering - after putting the five members of the security team to the ground two nights ago, they walked away from the area. area, completely ignoring some poor wretch's threatening cries of intimidation.

If he informed the leader of the base, that shrewd and unequivocal lady, Isaac would not be sure that the other party would suspect him. After all, he was the first to attack that night, and the only evidence, that Zombies have run away without a trace.

After the establishment of this temporary base, Luna or those leaders issued an internal treaty, and every survivor who sought asylum would write his name on the registration form to show his consent.It was about the prohibition of firearms, theft, fighting, etc., and at the end, the authority of the security team was indicated in bold, that is, they had the right to judge various crimes, including imposing punishments.

It is conceivable that before they explained what happened that night, they were likely to be escorted to prison.

However, the rescue base is too large and there are many people, it is difficult to find any useful information in the temporarily registered archives.The two sat in the room with peace of mind, spending the chips rewarded by the last rescue mission, Roman bought a lot of canned salmon—before Issa realized that those things were expensive, a certain alien noble who was in charge of purchasing had already sent the money It was all spent.

"Can't you buy those cheaper foods?" Issa couldn't help criticizing a few words, which felt like blaming a young lady who was too good at spending money.

"I don't like green beans and tomatoes," replied the spoiled blonde.

"We have to go to work." After eating the last can of sardines, Issa said seriously, "Can I fight monsters?" Roman asked, looking eager to try.

"No, we have to go to the registration office." Yisa suddenly remembered the registration a few days ago. The two of them were like real waste, claiming that they were not good at anything. According to this trend, as long as they can get a scan Main Street's work has been good.

An hour later, the two sat in a studio, which was spacious and bright, and full of laughter and laughter from female creatures—the registrar who arranged the work pushed his eyes and introduced the simplest one, which was said to have no technical content. It doesn't need to consume too much physical strength... After he finished talking about a lot of adjectives, he said slowly, you go knitting sweaters.

Issa had a cold face. He stared at the metal bar in his hand. He didn't understand how those ladies used two weapons to make clothes. In contrast, Roman seemed to have learned a lot. He had just finished chatting with a group of girls. God, under the deceptive and powerful appearance of the blond youth, no girl would refuse his request for help.

"Honey, I can teach you." Roman has already knitted a semi-finished product, which is a good-looking hat prototype. Issa decided to add "good at all housework" to the little bastard's name prefix. He should be happy, right? I don't have to do anything.

"Don't think about it, I'll change my job tomorrow, it doesn't suit me." Issa said, the wool in his hand was already tangled up, and he was lying on the table pitifully.

Roman was neatly organized by the pile of white wool, and he stuffed it back into Isa's hand, "You can weave a scarf or something, it's easy."

This has to be the softest afternoon he's ever had, Issa thought, after he'd spent an hour learning how to weave a completely useless scarf that looked like a rag—Issa had more than once He repeated this point, while his companion tolerantly expressed that it felt good.

Damn, these yarns already feel good to the touch.

"Hi, gentlemen." A girl in a light-colored skirt came over. She sat across from the two of them unceremoniously and took out a form at the same time. "Are you here to replace Mireya's work? I'm so glad they sent two men over. There are many places that need your help."

"You know, the HR guy is always busy, and he didn't explain it to us." Roman explained, as if he had already met the managers.

"It's like this. Mireya's child is sick. The doctor said it was a sequela of the vaccine, so someone needs to take care of it for a few days." Seeing Roman's very interested look, she added: "It is said that it is to prevent influenza. After all, this place used to be a pharmaceutical factory, and it looks like it can be used for us for many years."

"Is there a flu in the base?" Roman asked.

"Basically only the children get sick, the same as when we were outside." The girl laughed, with a sense of helplessness. Everyone is missing the time before the end, but those memories are useless and can only be Occasionally adds to the sadness.

Roman made up some work information casually. After the girl got the information she wanted, she left satisfied. The others were still working leisurely. The conversation was full of complaints about prices and new neighbors.It's such a peaceful place, Roman thought, and it's not an easy job to keep an isolated island functioning when it's filled with corpses and monsters that eat humans.

"...Actually, Luna is not as bad as I imagined." Roman sighed.

"What do you want to do? Pursue her?" Issa asked, gave the young man a strange look, and then continued to fight with the wool in his hand.

"Of course not, I spend all my time on you, my dear." Finding that Issa ignored him, Roman continued: "She is not building a temporary fortress, on the contrary, she is building a country, if The virus outside can disappear within ten years, Luna is the lord of this area, if it can continue to develop, she will become the queen of this continent."

Issa has long been accustomed to such lunatic remarks, and he added coldly: "What if the virus continues to mutate?"

"May God bless?" Roman said, he was not guessing randomly, the woman must be planning something, it is very likely to be a vaccine against the X virus, although it is difficult to reach that point with current technology-as long as she has Relatively ambitious, there will always be some jerk delivering a virus.

The scarf woven by Issa was listed as a substandard product. It looked a little loose and could not block the wind. The person in charge of the acquisition picked it out mercilessly.

The man left without looking back, while Roman took the forgotten piece of knitwear, carefully folded it into one piece, and stuffed it into a paper bag—well, from the very beginning, he knew that this piece The scarf will not be selected, Roman thought without any guilt, he will keep this scarf well, and keep it as a souvenir or something.

In the end, never tell Issa.