STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 14: (STERIL: Mark Lambert)

Bodies are still wandering outside the City of Lazar. As soon as you pass the gate, be prepared with a weapon or bet your body will be preyed upon. Senseless creatures will continue to pursue because of hunger. It is not enough just to eat, but the savage instinct has taken over the whole sense of human and changed its identity as a predator.

A leader of the STERIL Eastern Division Rescue team, takes his army to an old villa. The resting house located near the hill was overgrown with wild plants. The walls cracked here and there, as well as the paint had peeled off. When entering there, the cold and gripping atmosphere greeted until ordinary people would surely turn back home.

GROARGH

DZING

Gunfire erupted from the rifle to the zombies that came to head off the course of the STERIL Rescue Mission. They are not afraid even though danger is approaching. They're military.

Courage is their clothing.

Devotion is their master.

May Beltran Guido be filled with light.

Just as the troops entered the courtyard, the team led by Mark Lambert had to be prepared against a surprise attack. Several zombies came attacking, so the bullets had to be fired. The zombies they encountered were 75% scarred with blind madness. Cannot be saved.

"The Circle Formation Survives!"

"Ready, Commander!"

Mark's troops docked together to form a circle, followed by bullets shot through the skull bones of the undead.

Mark saw one of the zombies jumping towards them.

"Tower Formation!"

"Ready!"

Then the army of ten was divided in two. Five shot towards the front, five more upwards right towards the jumping zombies.

GROAGHS

DZING

Mark saw some zombies crawling, then he gave the command, "Lotus Formation!"

"Ready!"

Then three of them knelt down to shoot.

After the zombies fell, the troops behind the blonde youth followed the instructions obediently. They stepped into the villa. Their feet have been trained to walk silently, making it easy to get in without attracting more attention.

Mark's hunch says-there's a danger in there.

"Stay alert!" mark's orders to his men.

"Ready, Commander!"

Each team in each division was given one camera robot. This robot serves as a reconnaissance and serves first than the human troops. It is useful to monitor the situation in the building, making it easier for the team to work.

[There are zombies in the hall, Commander. Body condition 35% wound, 50% consciousness, 75% insanity. Status saved and please be careful.] The camera robot sends status through earphones.

Mark was confused for a moment. How could a zombie with 50% consciousness also have such a high percentage of insanity? "What kind of zombie is this? Your data is wrong Rex-x."

[My analysis is correct, Commander. I'm not wrong. He's a little crazy.]

"Thank you, Rex-x. You managed to make my handsome face wrinkle because of your confusing data," Mark replied.

[Commander, please conditioned.]

TING

A sound of objects clashing with iron was heard as troops entered the terrace.

"Commander Mark?" one of his men called out in order to call attention to the voice just now.

Mark did not answer, but just brought his index finger closer to his lips. He told his men to shut up and move on.

TING

When the voice rang out again, Mark could not bear to comment, "That voice sounded like my lover was calling for lunch."

"How much love, Commander?"

"Three. Uh, not .... to the sixth. I don't know?" Mark put his shoulders.

His men just exhaled tired breaths. Commander Mark famously had many lovers. After breaking up with her lover, usually tomorrow she will have a new lover. The hottest news circulating today is that Mark has seven lovers at once. Time is divided by one day for one person. How crazy!

Mark was very sure he was handsome. With this capital he dated someone who was considered attractive. After getting bored he will break up with his girlfriend and then look for a replacement. Because basically Mark has not really been in love so he likes to adventure in search of true love.

Ting Ting Ting

The voice was still heard, Mark brought his men to follow the origin of the voice.

"Stay alert" he ordered the men behind.

"Okay, Commander."

They had entered the hall room. All things are lying irregular. Guest chairs and tables were scattered everywhere. There were broken glasses as well as rotten dishes. Mark assumed maybe before being attacked, there was a party at the villa.

From this place the sounds they heard became clearer.

TING

Mark saw a zombie banging a metal pole with a sword. Her hair was red and longer on one side. Although it looks dull and dusty, but the red on his hair reminds Mark of the ruby in the ring he owned.

Mark stopped moving when the zombie turned his head. His cold, sharp--piercing gaze penetrated deep into Mark's red eyes. Very piercing like a dagger being infested.

"Hem," a zombie growl sounded. Blood dripped from the wound on his torn lips. His expression was illegible because it was blocked by stiff facial muscles. "Hem," he growled again.

TING

He hit the pole faster.

Despite having wounds on his hands and lips, this zombie Mark saw looked different. Not only was the creature still a good form, but it was the only zombie with a weapon. Could it be that at the last moment, he had time to fight with the sword?

Plus the figure was wearing an expensive red blazer top. Lolita-style lace black skirt was torn in some parts. This makes Mark wonder, who was the identity of the creature before?

GROAGHS

The red-haired zombie then throws its sword. Due to the danger, Mark's forces split up to avoid the attack, otherwise wanting their bodies to be split in two. Unexpectedly the action of the redhead continues. He pulled out another sword that was on his waist then attacked Mark blindly.

DUAGHS

Mark took a few steps back while rubbing his kicked chest. "Cih, great is he too. All righty! I'm not gonna mess around anymore!" Mark fights using his martial arts skills as well as a long-barreled rifle that now serves to withstand attacks.

BUAGHS

Mark hit the redhead. Expressionless, the redhead rose. He ran, jumped, stood on the wall and his feet landed on Mark's body.

PRANGS

Counterattack. Mark was kicked until his body hit the table. Glasses on it fell on him. Mark's upset. Very upset. He did not like to be defeated especially by zombies that were not even as big as him. The pride in the presence of his men could be ruined.

"Give me the slab!" shouting Mark.

One of the troops throws a steel plate and is soon captured by Mark.

"If you were human, I'd date you. But it's a pity .. Your chance is up."

Mark and the redhead were still fighting and scrambling about who won. Mark was even more excited. It's like this is a tournament. He has to win.

Mark cradled a steel plate in his hand before being thrown right into the belly of the redhead. Once the object is attached, from inside the steel slab automatically comes out the chain, then wrapped around the entire body of the prey.

The zombie could not move and only growled furiously. Inside the steel slab were not only chains, but large-capacity machines driven at the command of the commander. This advantage is able to bring the red hair drifting closer to Mark.

"Dry!"

Mark has the upper hand. Once again he looked at the redhead lying helplessly. Although the figure grinned savagely, Mark smiled with satisfaction. The young man greeted his quarry with a mocking expression.

"See who won? Definitely me. Khekhe."

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Mark's victory over the short duel had no effect at all on his two best friends. Let alone congratulating or compassionate, they mock instead. They are like that. Likes to mock each other even though they are equally attentive like brothers. When he arrives at Atlantis, he meets Hideo and Leony. They asked about the wounds on Mark's face.

"Why did you get battered like that?" ask Leony.

"Surely he had a fight with his lover because he was caught cheating" Hideo sneered.

"Just boy. No one dared to hit. They all adore me."

"Oh, yeah. Let me guess. .. You must be looking for a new lover. But he didn't like it and then he beat you up. That's right, isn't it?"

"Wrong! I had a fight with the zombie I just brought. He's a red-haired zombie and it's very troublesome. Zombies are armed, you know? He almost cut my neck off. I just got hit by a disaster. You should sympathize with me."

"Do you also intend to tease zombies? You're not sane." Leony looked at Mark in disbelief.

"Let me be clear. I'm attacked. Not teasing him. Humans are more charming than zombies. Why do you think I'm interested in a monstrous creature?"

"Ah, errata. Leo thinks you're interested in zombies, and I'm not thinking that way" Hideo said, pointing at Leony.

"Hideo used to be like that. Said he wasn't interested in zombies, but now he's in dead love with the Throne. If you had a zombie lover, too, Mark--I'd feel like I'm crazy for having a best friend who licks his own words."

"Hey, Leo. Where do we know destiny will take us to." Hideo shouted at Leony who was walking to another division envoy to collect data. "What can I do. Throne is so funny," his monologue to himself.

"Are you really dead love for Mr Altar's son?" ask Mark to his best friend.

"You think?"

"Then Leo's words have a point. You licked your own spit."

"I swear you're the same fate as me."

"You want to fight, huh?"

"Let me make you battered."

Mark and Hideo face to face and throw sharp glances at each other. The two young men in command were both unwilling to budge. If this were to happen soon, they would definitely fight. Leony who intervened broke them. At best if Leony was lazy to mediate, he would definitely leave them. Let Hideo and Mark be battered.

But now they are in Atlantis. How dare they both fight in the rehabilitation center. Leony exhaled a tired breath. Inevitably the girl approached her two best friends again to give a baby rub.

BLEACHED

BLEACHED

"Yeah! What are you guys doing?! Don't you realize where this is? Are you not ashamed?! Don't riot in Atlantis! Find somewhere else to fight!" angry at Leony after landing the tome into Hideo and Mark's head. His two hands were resting on his waist. She's pissed.

If Leony had intervened, the two commanders would not have dared to resist because they would have been lectured.

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To be continue