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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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I was so surprised. I almost spilled the water.
“Yeah. I decided to take turns with Camilla to stand guard tonight.”
Cassandra turned on the rechargeable LED lamp. A low, soft light. She took off her coat and hung it on the back of a chair. She was in a white blouse and a black skirt. She looked tired, as always.
“Even if we’re using the zombies as CCTV, you never know. Cassandra stood first, and I’m on my way down after switching with Camilla.”
“Ah, was everything okay?”
“Yeah. Other than the sound of the chain being a little annoying. Was it because the wind was blowing hard? Anyway, about your condition. Will you lie down again? Let’s take a look at your ankle.”
As I laid on the bed, Cassandra gently pulled and pushed my ankle.
“Ouch. A little gentler…”
It wasn’t a stretching feeling like when Camilla had done it. It was literally a functional check. Cassandra tilted her head.
“Your ankle should be fine as long as you don’t overdo it. Of course, if you do what you did today, well…”
“What will happen?”
“The ligament will stretch like a stretched rubber band and you’ll keep spraining it. I think that’s enough for your ankle, let’s look at the wound.”
Cassandra removed the gauze covering the wound. Thanks to Kibele Corporation’s medical kit, the scratched part was almost completely healed. If a stranger had seen it, they might have thought, ‘It’s all healed!’
“This was the problem.”
Cassandra was a little bitter.
“Why?”
“People who were scratched or bitten by zombies often self-treated like this. Because Kibele’s medical drugs have a good healing effect. They would vaguely think, ‘it’ll get better if I put some medicine on it.’ Even though only the scratch had healed and the infection was spreading inside their bodies.”
Cassandra put the gauze in a sealed bag and threw it away. Because it was meaningless to cover it anymore. But it was subtly worrying.
“But am I really okay? It would be a problem if I suddenly transformed and bit you or Camilla.”
“I’ll check.”
Cassandra placed her hand on my forehead, brought a thermometer and lightly touched my ear, and then placed a stethoscope on my clothes and moved it around.
That much was fine, but her large breasts felt like they were about to pour onto me, and I was dazed.
“…You have a slight fever and your heart is beating incredibly fast. There’s no particular reason to be excited…”
Cassandra, who had removed the stethoscope, looked at my lower body and was speechless for a moment. Since I was wearing something like a light gown instead of a patient’s uniform, the thing was showing off its presence to its heart’s content.
“Hmm… I should take a look here too.”
Thankfully, Cassandra didn’t just rip open my gown. Instead, she firmly gripped the inside of my leg. From my calf, she slowly, wrigglingly, dug between the muscles and tendons.
“Ah. Ugh.”
Each time, my leg would twitch, as if an electrode was being run through a frog’s leg. The presence grew larger and larger. And for some reason, Cassandra’s eyes also seemed to be spinning.
The hand that had been on the back of my knee had now reached my thigh. I swallowed hard. Cassandra gently rolled and kneaded the inside with both hands, as if kneading dough. My mouth went dry.
Then she let go of my hand with a slap.
“Yep. It’s fine. You must be tired. Go to sleep.”
No, wait a minute.
You’re just going to leave after doing this?
“Uh, are you going to sleep?”
“Right.”
She turned around and came back.
“I’ll give you an antibiotic shot. Will you stand up for a moment and then lie face down on the bed? I have to give it in your butt.”
If the doctor says so, then that’s what it is. I obediently got down and then lowered my pants a little. Cassandra put a medical glove on her left hand.
The cold yet clingy texture of the latex was felt on my butt. For a very brief moment, it also felt like something had touched my back. A rough breath seemed to touch the back of my neck.
“Uuuuhm.”
She even let out a moaning sound. Just as it was about to get lewd, she let go of her hand again. This time, she really did rub it with alcohol beforehand.
“It’ll sting a little.”
It only stung a little at first, and then it was hard to even tell if she had given the shot. Just a feeling of being a little cool and yet achy.
“I don’t normally do this, but since you’re a patient… shall I rub it specially for you?”
To prevent germs from getting into the injection site, you have to rub the injection site with an alcohol swab.
Cassandra was saying that she would do that for me. That was also why she had put a glove on her left hand.
“Mmm. Hmm. Ughm.”
But I didn’t think there was a need to make a moaning sound. Her chest touched my back.
“Uh, this is a medical procedure, right?”
“Yep yep. It is.”
That is, if you could consider rubbing her chest on my back, and firmly grabbing my butt with her gloved left hand and gently pushing me onto the bed as a medical procedure.
“…So this is what it feels like.”
Cassandra whispered in my ear.
“What is?”
Instead of an answer, she let me go.
“Seems okay. Sleep well. Sweet dreams.”
Cassandra took off her glove, threw it in the trash, and left the room.
It was an incomprehensible thing.
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“Wake up. I said wake up.”
Camilla’s voice. I opened my bleary eyes. As I blinked, she swept her hair to one side and gave me a light kiss.
“Wake up, zombie prince.”
“That’s a little strange.”
I sat up in bed. Considering the uncomfortable sleep I had, I felt quite refreshed. I also rotated my ankle slightly, and other than a single cracking sound, it was fine.
“Did anything happen?”
At my question, Camilla pulled up a chair and sat down.
“You know, when you think that someone is lurking around, the sounds you used to ignore suddenly sound completely new. It was a bit tiring because of that. So give me a shoulder rub.”
She very naturally moved on to skinship. Pretending to be unable to refuse, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders.
“Aaaah, that feels goooood. Anyway, I didn’t sense any of them. If they had any sense, they wouldn’t come at night.”
The night is more disadvantageous for people. For zombies, it doesn’t matter since they can just bite everything, but people have to distinguish between friend and foe.
That’s why most zombie exterminations are mainly done during the day. There’s no reason to take the risk and inconvenience of a night operation.
“Still, you must have been quite on edge.”
Since I had unintentionally skipped my night watch, I massaged her shoulders a little more diligently. Camilla was so pleased that she even opened her mouth slightly.
“Oh, right. I heard the sound of a chain so much last night.”
I stopped my hands without realizing.
“You heard the sound of a chain?”
“What. Why did you stop?”
I gently dug into the inside of her shoulder blade with my thumb. A place that Camilla particularly liked because it felt good. As if she were excited, she stuck her chest out.
“Well, as you know, the warehouses around here are locked with padlocks and have chains wrapped around them, so I often heard a creaking sound. But the sound last night was different.
How should I put it? It was like it was being dragged on the floor. But the annoying thing is, when I would listen carefully, thinking, ‘what is this?’, I wouldn’t hear it again. Was it because I was being too sensitive?”
If it had been someone I didn’t know well, I would have just said, ‘it’s possible,’ and dismissed it. But this time, it was Camilla who was talking.
“The direction?”
“It was hard to specify. It seemed to be circling around this village.”
Don’t tell me that gendarmerie zombie followed me secretly? And after figuring out where I was, it was circling around like a wolf?
“What a pervert.”
“Huh? What did you just say?”
Camilla looked up at me in surprise. When I told her what I had been thinking about the gendarmerie zombie, she let out a deep sigh.
“You know, you’re really weird. Sometimes, to the point where I can’t get used to it.”
Since I had nothing to say, I stealthily extended the hand that had been massaging her shoulder downwards. Camilla glared at me.
“Really, I haven’t showered yet.”
And yet she twisted her waist slightly and stuck her chest out.
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The morning sun was bright.
The humidity was 40-50%. The wind was blowing a little. A white butterfly flapped its wings and sat demurely on the shoulder of a zombie standing blankly.
Bang. Bang!
But it couldn’t sit for long. Because the zombie was shot in the head and chest and collapsed. The operation team leader of the western country, Minsk, blankly watched the butterfly that was flying past him.
‘I’m starving. This damn countryside. If it hadn’t been for that damn lottery, I wouldn’t have had to come all this way.’
The operation team leader blamed his own luck in the draw.
Even in the western country, Minsk, the Cro-virus was a nuisance. A person who was having a perfectly normal meeting would suddenly turn into a zombie and bite people, and soon the entire building would be infected.
By the time the control team arrived, if not the entire building, at least one floor would already be swarming with zombies.
『It’s not that a normal person becomes a zombie, but that a person who was infected with the Cro-virus is showing symptoms.』
The smart scholars of Minsk had come to the same conclusion as the Elza researchers.
The problem was that Minsk was a democratic country, so they couldn’t just randomly place people in protected zones and detain them in unprotected zones like Elza. If they did, they would have been immediately embroiled in a lawsuit.
So at best, while allowing the carrying of pistols, all that came down was a guideline for everyone going out to wear a motorcycle helmet or a muzzle. Work was recommended to be done from home as much as possible.
But that was a temporary measure. A fundamental solution was needed.
『Since the source of this incident is presumed to be a research facility of Kibele in Elza, attack and retrieve all possible data. Analyze the data and then create a vaccine.』
I didn’t know which bastard had drafted it, but it was a pathetic order. And the team leader was in a position where he had to unconditionally follow that pathetic order.
Since he was a mercenary who worked for money, the time had come to earn his keep. All his assets were tied up in a Minsk bank. If he did anything foolish, the assets he had built up his entire life would be gone faster than gunpowder.
They hadn’t been able to identify all of Kibele’s research facilities. Therefore, the mercenary corps of Minsk had secretly crossed the border and infiltrated the research facilities in the human unprotected zones.
There was a lot of destroyed and damaged records, but the mercenary corps collected all that data. After all, the recovery would be done by the engineers back in their home country. They just had to download the data and leave the research facility.
And the team leader had happened to pick the deepest place. And after overcoming several near-death crises, he had finally reached this deep, secret research facility.
“Let’s finish up quickly and get out. 7 and 8, you stay here and guard the vehicles. The rest of you, follow me. Move as quietly and stealthily as possible. But, if we get into a firefight, you know what to do. Pour it on hot. Keep in touch and don’t eat your rations. You’ll die, for real.”
He also finished his reconnaissance by looking around. The number of zombies did not seem to be that large. The team leader believed that this job would also be a little troublesome and hungry, but not difficult.
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