Ch.118Chapter 16. Dispersion (4)

I was startled. I almost spilled my water.

“Yeah. Tonight, Camilla and I agreed to take turns standing guard.”

Cassandra turned on a rechargeable LED light. A soft, gentle glow. She took off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair. White blouse and black skirt. She looked tired as always.

“Even though we’re using zombies as CCTV substitutes, we still need to be careful. Cassandra took the first shift, and now she’s coming down after switching with Camilla.”

“Ah, was everything okay?”

“Yeah. Nothing much except for some annoying chain rattling sounds. Maybe it was because of the strong wind? Anyway, let’s check on your condition first, Johan. Want to lie down again? Let me look at your ankle.”

As I lay on the bed, Cassandra gently pulled and pushed my ankle.

“Ouch. Take it easy…”

It wasn’t like the stretching Camilla had done. This was literally a functional examination. Cassandra tilted her head.

“Your ankle should be fine as long as you don’t overdo it. Of course, if you keep doing what you did today…”

“What would happen?”

“Your ligaments will stretch like worn-out rubber bands, and you’ll keep spraining it. The ankle seems okay for now, let’s check your wound.”

Cassandra removed the gauze covering my wound. Thanks to Cybele’s medical kit, the scratches had healed almost completely. Someone who didn’t know better would think, “It’s all healed!”

“This was the problem.”

Cassandra looked a bit bitter.

“Why?”

“Many people scratched or bitten by zombies tried self-treatment like this. Cybele’s medical supplies have good healing effects. They vaguely thought, ‘If I apply the medicine, I’ll be fine.’ But while the scratch healed, the bacteria was spreading inside their bodies.”

Cassandra put the gauze in a sealed bag and threw it away. There was no point in covering it anymore. But I was still somewhat worried.

“Am I really okay? It would be troublesome if I suddenly transformed and bit you or Camilla.”

“I’ll check.”

Cassandra placed her hand on my forehead, brought a thermometer to my ear, and moved a stethoscope around over my clothes.

That was fine, but when her large breasts seemed to pour toward me, I felt dizzy.

“…You have a slight fever, and your heart is beating extremely fast. There’s nothing particularly exciting…”

Cassandra removed the stethoscope and looked at my lower body, momentarily losing her words. Since I was wearing something like a light gown instead of patient clothes, the little guy was proudly showing off its presence.

“Hmm… I should check this area too.”

Fortunately, Cassandra didn’t fling the gown open. Instead, she firmly grasped the inside of my leg. Starting from the calf, she slowly worked her way up, kneading between muscles and tendons.

“Ah. Ungh.”

Each time, my leg twitched like a frog’s leg with an electrode. The presence grew increasingly noticeable. And for some reason, Cassandra’s eyes seemed to be spinning.

Her hands, which had been heading toward the back of my knee, now reached my thigh. I gulped. Cassandra gently rolled and kneaded the inside with both hands. My mouth went dry.

Then she abruptly let go.

“Well. You’re fine. You must be tired. Sleep.”

Wait a minute.

She’s just going to leave after doing this?

“Oh, are you going to sleep?”

“That’s right.”

She turned around and came back.

“I’ll give you an antibiotic shot. Can you get up and then lie face down on the bed? I need to give it in your buttocks.”

If the doctor says so, that must be how it is. I obediently got down and lowered my pants slightly. Cassandra put a medical glove on her left hand.

I felt the cold yet sticky texture of latex on my buttocks. For a brief moment, I thought I felt something touch my back. It was as if rough breathing touched the back of my neck.

“Mmmmm.”

She even made a moaning sound. Just as things were getting suggestive, she abruptly let go again. This time, she actually rubbed alcohol on the spot.

“This will sting a bit.”

It stung slightly at first, but after that, I could hardly tell if she had given me the shot. Just a slightly cool and stiff feeling.

“I don’t usually do this, but since you’re a patient… I’ll rub it specially for you?”

To prevent infection, you need to rub the injection site with an alcohol swab.

Cassandra was saying she would do it for me. That’s why she had the glove on her left hand.

“Mmm. Hmm. Mmmm.”

But there was no need for her to make those moaning sounds. Her breasts pressed against my back.

“Uh, is this a medical procedure?”

“Mm-hmm. It is.”

If rubbing her breasts against my back and gripping my buttocks with her gloved left hand while pushing me slightly into the bed could be considered medical procedures, that is.

“…So this is how it feels.”

Cassandra whispered in my ear.

“What?”

Instead of answering, she released me.

“You seem fine. Sleep well. Sweet dreams.”

Cassandra threw the glove in the trash and left the room.

I don’t understand what just happened.

* * * * *

“Wake up. I said wake up.”

Camilla’s voice. I opened my eyes groggily. As I blinked, she brushed her hair to one side and gave me a light kiss.

“Wake up, zombie prince.”

“That’s a bit strange.”

I sat up in bed. For having slept uncomfortably, I felt quite refreshed. I even tried rotating my ankle slightly, and apart from one small crack, it felt fine.

“Was everything okay?”

Camilla pulled up a chair and sat down.

“You know how when you think someone’s lurking around, sounds that you normally wouldn’t notice suddenly seem completely different? That made me a bit tired. So massage my shoulders for me.”

She transitions to skinship very naturally. Pretending I couldn’t refuse, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders.

“Aaaah, that feels goood. Anyway, I didn’t sense those guys. If they’re thinking beings, they probably wouldn’t come at night.”

Night is more disadvantageous for humans. Zombies just need to bite everything, so it doesn’t matter to them, but humans need to identify friend from foe.

That’s why most zombie extermination operations take place during the day. There’s no reason to take on the risks and inconveniences of night operations.

“Still, it must have been stressful.”

Since I had unintentionally missed my night guard duty, I massaged her shoulders more attentively. Camilla enjoyed it, even parting her lips slightly.

“Oh, right. Did you hear those chain sounds at night?”

I unconsciously stopped my hands.

“You heard chain sounds?”

“Hey, why are you stopping?”

I gently dug into the inside of her shoulder blade with my thumb. It’s a spot Camilla particularly enjoys. Excited, she thrust her chest forward.

“Well, as you know, the warehouses around here are locked with padlocks and chains, right? So I’ve often heard creaking sounds before. But last night’s sound was different.

How should I put it? It sounded like something dragging on the ground. But the annoying thing is, whenever I tried to listen carefully, thinking ‘What’s that?’, I couldn’t hear it anymore. Am I just being too sensitive?”

If it had been someone I didn’t know well, I would have casually dismissed it with “Maybe.” But this time, the person speaking was Camilla.

“Which direction?”

“It was hard to pinpoint. It seemed to be circling around the village.”

Could it be that military police zombie secretly followed me? After figuring out where I was, did it circle around like a wolf?

“What a pervert.”

“Huh? What did you just say?”

Camilla looked up at me in surprise. I told her what I was thinking about the military police zombie, and she sighed deeply.

“You know what? You’re really strange. Sometimes it’s hard to get used to.”

Not knowing what to say, I slowly moved my hands massaging her shoulders downward. Camilla glared at me.

“Really, I haven’t even washed up yet.”

Yet she still twisted her waist slightly, pushing her chest forward.

* * * * *

The morning sunlight was bright.

Humidity at 40-50%. A slight breeze. A white butterfly flutters and gently lands on the shoulder of a zombie standing still.

Bang. Bang!

But it couldn’t stay there long. The zombie collapsed after being shot in the head and chest. The operation team leader from Minsk, Western Nation, stared blankly at the butterfly passing by.

‘I’m starving. Damn backwater. If it weren’t for that stupid lottery, I wouldn’t have had to come all the way here.’

The operation team leader blamed his lottery luck.

Even in Minsk, Western Nation, the Cro virus was a headache. A person in the middle of a normal meeting would suddenly turn into a zombie and bite people, eventually infecting the entire building.

By the time the control team arrived, if not the entire building, at least one floor would already be crawling with zombies.

“It’s not that normal people turn into zombies, but that people infected with the Cro virus start showing symptoms.”

Minsk’s smart scholars reached the same conclusion as Elza’s researchers.

The problem was that Minsk was a democratic country, so unlike Elza, they couldn’t arbitrarily place people in protected areas or detain them in unprotected zones. That would have immediately led to lawsuits.

So at most, they allowed gun carrying while issuing guidelines for everyone going outside to wear motorcycle helmets or masks. Working from home was encouraged whenever possible.

But those were temporary measures. A fundamental solution was needed.

“Since the source of this crisis is presumed to be Elza, specifically Cybele’s laboratory, we will attack and extract all available data. After analyzing the data, we will create a vaccine.”

It was a pathetic order, regardless of who drafted it. And the team leader was in a position where he had to follow that pathetic order unconditionally.

As a mercenary paid to do a job, it was time to earn his money. All his assets were tied up in Minsk banks. If he messed up, everything he had built over a lifetime would collapse faster than gunpowder.

They couldn’t identify all of Cybele’s laboratories. Therefore, Minsk’s mercenaries secretly crossed the border and infiltrated a laboratory in the human unprotected zone.

Many records were destroyed or damaged, but the mercenary group collected all the data. After all, engineers back home would handle the recovery. They just needed to download the data and leave the laboratory.

And the team leader happened to draw the deepest location. After surviving several near-death experiences, he finally reached this deeply hidden secret laboratory.

“Let’s finish quickly and get out. Seven and Eight, stay here and guard the vehicles. Everyone else follows me. Move quietly and stealthily as much as possible. But when the firefight starts, you know what to do? Pour it on hot. Stay in communication and don’t forget your rations. You’ll die, seriously.”

He finished scouting the surroundings. The number of zombies didn’t seem that high. The team leader believed that while this job might be annoying and hunger-inducing, it wouldn’t be difficult.