STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 15: (STERILE: The Scorpion)

The days continued to change, but the voice of the Throne still remained as it had been-lisp. His brain is still moving slowly. The throne thought he was a child. He likes to play around. Even so, his physical appearance was getting better. The wound on her cheek skin was gradually recovered covered by new tissue. His dead nails began to overgrow brightly colored tissue.

Our little zombie is now playing hide and seek. He walks down the corridor. One of his hands carried a teddy bear given by Hideo, while the other hand was used to cover his own mouth to keep the sound from coming out. Today the Throne is not being injected, so he ran away while his personal nurse was going to the toilet.

The throne crates the blue pajamas with the picture of the cat he wears. She then runs small when Nuki--si nurse---calls.

"Tahta, where are you?"

Nuki had no idea that the Throne was hiding behind the princess statue. The statue was large, was carrying a pitcher, and was placed in the middle of the Atlantis garden. Its size was enough to cover the slender body of the Throne.

"Cem .. sounds."

(Hidden.) whispered the Throne to the teddy bear he had been carrying since.

The throne continued behind the statue for a while until the nurse went to another corner. He could have been there for a long time, but a whisper suddenly entered the head of the Throne. The voice was trying to communicate with him. When a foreign voice just rippled inside the head of the Throne, he was motionless.

"Sir."

The throne remained silent and sculpted like a robot running out of batteries. Even her doll had almost slipped out of her unconscious hands. He kept it that way in a few minutes. In the next minute, the Throne actually walked towards the stairs while dragging a teddy bear.

"Um," muttered the Throne.

"Sir."

The throne moved by itself as if the voice was calling out and leading him somewhere. The throne is now down the stairs and continues to walk until it arrives at the 3rd floor. It was very quiet, because all the nurses were busy. From the white walls, there is one color that attracts attention. Redder.

The throne stopped in front of the red-haired zombie. He received sharp gazes from the moment they met up to face each other like now. The surrounding atmosphere then turned cold because the two just looked at each other without talking.

Seen close together like this if measured, the redhead is a few centimeters higher above the Throne. Her hair was cleaner than when she was first discovered by Mark. The incision wound on the corner of his lips was still somewhat wet, as well as the bite wound on his hand. If a normal human approaches, you can smell the rancid smell coming out of the body of the redhead.

Without speaking verbally, the redhead's right hand is outstretched. He pointed to the throne. And a word of heart says instead.

"You."

"Who are you?" ask Throne in his mind to enter the subconscious of red-haired zombies.

"Jilly."

"What do you want, Jilly?"

"I'm delivering a message. They want revenge."

"Revenge for what?"

"Revenge against those who sin and have harmed innocent beings. Didn't you hear them screaming?" Jilly tilted her head then looked out the window as if someone else was out there.

"Yes, I'm hearing-until I can't help it. They keep getting into my mind."

"They chose you as our master and chose me to be your guardian."

The throne smiled coldly. "Then you'll be next to me."

"With all my allegiance, my Lord the Throne."

"That's it?"

The voice of a nurse cut off their connection. The throne returned to him as did the redhead.

"That's why you're here? Did you run away?" the nurse was worried.

"Nm ... Tha play."

"Come, I'll take you back to your room."

"Let me just." Hideo had come to see the Throne as usual, but his lover was missing, so he went to look for her. Who would have thought the Throne was on the 3rd floor. "Hi, honey. Where have you been? I'm looking for you."

"Tha ha .. bus play."

"Come, I'll take you back to your place."

The throne climbed up the stairs though in slow motion. He rode them one by one while counting.

"Ca .. that."

(One)

The new throne rises one step up the stairs.

"I.m ..a."

(Two)

His feet just climbed the next ladder.

"I .. ga."

(Three)

The next ladder was successfully lifted. The total rungs of the stairs that have been the Throne are only three. That was slow too. It feels like a century. Compared to normal people, the Throne was running the slowest.

"Let's take the elevator" suggested Hideo who was waiting for the Throne earlier.

"Nda .. wants. Tuh ta ... in be .. lapa? Tha forgot your gala-wala."

(No. How much was that? Tha forgot because of you.)

"Get the elevator faster, Throne."

"Nda wants. Ula .. ngi a .. gi."

(No. Repeat again.)

"Don't! Count to three, now to four."

The throne turned around while tilting its head. "Baboong."

(Lied)

Hideo rubbed his face in frustration. "I'm not lying."

"Tha, that .. lun .. agi, yes!"

(Tha, come down again, nih!) The throne raised one of its legs about to step on the lower rungs and started again from scratch.

"I swear, I'm not lying. Now the Throne please ascend."

The throne was silent for a moment.

Hideo looked at the watch that was coiled around the wrist. Soon the Throne schedule was injected with serum and the patient in question was busy counting the stairs. Hideo thinks how to get the Throne moving faster. Finally an idea came up. He stood up and took a blanket from the nurse who happened to pass by. The blanket was carried by him wrapped around the body of the Throne as well as his puppet.

"Yeah!" The thrones don't want to be carried Hideo, but Hideo's power is stronger so that the Throne can only move his legs. Wrapped in cloth, she looks like a baby.

"Tu-lun!"

(Down!)

"No. I'll take you to the treatment room. You just shut up." Hideo takes the Throne into the elevator. Unable to bear the gloomy aura in his carriage, Hideo bowed. He wanted to laugh because from then on the Throne kept looking at him sharply, but instead it looked funny. "What's? You miss me?"

"Fecul."

(Thick)

****

Mark opened a crate, then picked up a long object wrapped in white cloth. As soon as the cloth was readied, a samurai sword greeted Mark's eyes. The sword looks good. It must be made of the best iron and forged well. The handle of the sword was black and gold. Mark raised the sharp object at once to examine it. It turns out that at the end of the handle there is a familiar emblem.

Scorpions.

As far as the young man was concerned, there was only one organization that wore the scorpion emblem, the elite bodyguard organization in the black flag. It means they move in a dark world and have vile rules. They will be very dedicated to protecting their master. When necessary until the last drop of blood. If you fail a mission, you will commit suicide.

The Scorpion Organization is a guardian for conglomerates. This organization contains no more than 200 people, because to become a member is not easy. That's why their rental prices are so expensive.

If connected between the villa, the redhead, and the Scorpion organization, they can be interpreted as having one conclusion, that the redhead was once a guardian. The villa tenant is likely the master considering the rental price of the villa is very expensive. If the villa can be rented, it is not impossible that the person can also use the services of bodyguards from the Scorpion Organization.

Mark flipped through the samurai sword in his hand. A cold and smooth feeling was felt on the skin once he felt the surface of the sword. He paused for a moment when his finger found a rough surface on the samurai at a corner near the handle. There's writing there. Probably the owner's name.

"Jilly," muttered Mark.

Mark's cell phone rang followed by his forehead that was wrinkled in wonder. Why did his best friend call at two in the morning?

"Call, Leo?"

[Mark, did you find a sword when you met the redhead?] leony asked from across to his best friend, Mark.

"You called me at two in the morning just to ask for a sword? Are you planning on being a butcher?" god Mark.

[Stop laughing! I was just thinking about that thing.]

"You mean the samurai sword?" Mark glanced again at the samurai lying on the table. After the red-haired zombie was chained, Mark returned to retrieve his sword. The sword was so attractive that he was curious and took it for analysis. Who would have thought this was the beginning of the great discovery of the most respected organization in the City of Lazar.

[Yes, whatever the name. Do you remember the red-haired zombie you brought?]

"Yes. What's wrong with her?"

[Now he is already undergoing a stage of memory recall. As soon as he realized he kept saying 'sword.' Do you know about this?]

"When I met him he did indeed bring a samurai and almost slashed me."

[Then bring the thing here, because the redhead wants the sword.]

"He used to be a bodyguard of the Scorpion Organization, my advice would be to keep him out of the gun."

[The Atlantis rule says to help zombie patients remember their human lives including giving them objects they want if any.]

"Then he will slash you with his sword" Mark said, reflecting on the reflection of the sword. Before long he smiled to himself seeing the appearance of his face.

[Stop sulking.]

"I'm not sulking. Jilly almost made my life float."

[Who is Jilly?]

"I think that's the name of the redhead."

"Bring the sword over here and we'll think about the solution. I hope your ridiculous assumption doesn't happen."

****

"Pe .. sword."

Again the word is spoken. Despite the stammering, the redhead still wanted his sword.

Jilly's past is exposed in the lab after she runs a series of Throne-like recoveries.

Jilly used to be just a child merchant from a small town. His mother died when he was 6 years old. Constantly reminded of his wife, Jilly's father travels to a larger city to start a business. Naas, on the way they were robbed and her father died trying to fight back. Jilly escapes after being chased by robbers to cover up the evidence.

Jilly finally arrives at a hill and infiltrates a house that turns out to contain people from a heavyweight escort distribution organization. The organization was fluttering in the flag of a black scorpion venomous animal. Since then Jilly has been practicing martial arts. This surrounding environment made Jilly grow into a cold-hearted person and get used to the pain. As is true in the law of socializing, your environment will affect your way of mind and your way of life.

Jilly was used to cruelty.

Guns are the same as toys.

And blood is beautiful ink.

Such was Jilly's way of thinking in the past, because she was a Jade-man confidant of the master. The right hand for the Master.

From where she sat, Jilly kept an eye on a young man. The young man moved to the right, he looked to the right. The man to the left, he looked to the left. Highlight Jilly's cold, sharp eyes. Ready to stab like a sword.

"Can you tell him to stop looking at me, Leo? I feel hostile," Mark said deliberately turning his eyes to wherever it was just don't look at Jilly.

"You're a military man, Mark. You afraid?" Leony rolled his eyeballs. Seriously, he saw Mark standing to keep his distance from Jilly along 6 meters.

"It's not about the military or fear. Just try to imagine---it's hard work that I came here at seven in the morning intending to return his sword, but I was glared at."

"That's because you were presumed to have stolen hers. Everyone's reaction is normal as well. If Jilly glares at you I'm even grateful because it means she can respond well to the situation and my research is successful."

"Fuck your research! If I get attacked and don't have time to fight back then my handsome face gets hurt which means it's your fault, because my gun is kept in the lobby."

"Can you just shut up, stop praising yourself, and bring Jilly's property here? I guarantee he won't attack you."

This time Mark did not want to argue. Despite being constantly given a piercing look he came forward and handed Jilly's sword into Leony's hands. He thinks it's better if his best friend hands him that thing.

"This sword is very dangerous. Maybe it should just be destroyed" whispered Mark. She's worried Jilly will hear. It could be bad if the zombies are rampaging.

BRACKET

Be late. Jilly had already heard Mark's words. He got angry and then hit the table.

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To be continue