STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 2: STERILE (Finding Lover)

In the Atlantis Building which became a rehabilitation center, Zombie-zombie looks boisterous. A ferocious sound similar to the roar of a tiger rang out from the entrance to the hall. Make deaf. No doubt blood dripped from the mouth of a former human. Yeah, what's his name if it's not that? Obviously they used to be human just like us, but not now. They're not the same anymore. They're not human.

The country's military formed in the STERIL Rescue Force, team by team brought the results of the hunt. They risk their lives by going through a defensive wall to find and capture zombies that can still be saved with a life bet. How noble and heavy the military duty in Beltran Guido was. May Beltran Guido always be shrouded in the light-Great prayer for his country.

GROARFS

"Hold the chain strong!" Shouted one of the military to some of his men to defend the hunt.

After the effects of the dope fade, the always hungry creature goes on a rampage, forcing it to escape. Unfortunately, even though they wanted to escape, they could do nothing. The military forces had pulled the chain coil harder for the creature to obey orders. The result was not only complied, but 'he' also walked increasingly staggered with his knees almost sweeping the floor. The men dressed in white immediately cleaned the dripping blood with the number 1 antiseptic, anticuman, and antibacterial liquid that has been developed by scientists using cutting-edge technology.

"His report, Commander Hideo?" A lady dressed in a typical white suit of scientists asked as the team from the Northern Division came up with three zombies.

"Three hunted, Doctor Leony. Just look at the data scan yourself from Dorry. The camera robot is great. All the data is here, as always."

Hideo smiled and then pulled out the transparent black slab-shaped pendulum from his necklace chain. As he handed over the data, he saw Dorry flying in the other direction. The round thing grumbled. Oho! Don't forget the two eye lines and water droplets as his facial expression.

[Oh~I'm tired. I want to rest. Maybe eating ice cream is better], she lamented in a typical 10-year-old boy voice.

"When will he realize he's a robot? Until the short circuit he can not be tired let alone eat ice cream? The reaction was very human. I think Dorry needs to be fixed." Hideo whispered as he continued to stare at the camera robot away.

Leony glanced at Hideo for a moment. His best friend is always careless when commenting. The work of the scientists is very good, both the machine and the memory work perfectly. Maybe Hideo is overrated. Leony returned Hideo's pendulum, after scanning the percentage of brain activity data to his tablet-shaped device.

"Now, you don't just talk, Hideo. Your team's robot is still working fine. It's obvious that his reaction was so because he was programmed as a genius boy."

"Replace the program with something more useful."

Hideo sighed tired sambari ruffled waist. Because his team's camera robot is still a child, his ears are always noisy listening to Dorry sing while in the car. They're on duty, not going for a singing contest.

Hideo's words got another reaction from Leony. Their minds are not in the same direction. The young man then landed his hand on Hideo's muscular arm rather violently. Leony hopes his best friend is more tolerant even on a camera robot though.

"He's a sophisticated robot. You should be grateful that Dorry is on your team."

Hideo replies to Leony, "Try you're in my position and hear that obscure song!"

"You're the Commander, a time lost to a 10-year-old? I thought you were immune. What if someday you have a childish lover too? Are you gonna say your boyfriend's weird and throw it away?"

"Yes, of course not! There's no way I'm dating a childish person anyway?"

Leony squinted, "Be careful what you say, Hideo. Speech is prayer."

"Yes. Yep. You're so chatty, Leo." Hideo. He was lazy to hear the talk of his scientist friend. Leony is like an old mother. "From that, you better check the son of the Altar Master carefully?"

"What's? Altar Master's son?" Leony was surprised and hoped that his hearing would still function properly. Did Hideo just say Mr Altar's son?

"Yes. The school uniformed zombie I brought earlier was the son of the Altar Master. I read the sign."

"really? I haven't checked it yet." Leony turned to the zombie who was drifting and fell asleep as a result of being shot by drugs Hideo. "Why did you just say it now?! This is big news! I must tell Mr Altar immediately!"

Hideo had no time to speak because Leony first ran away leaving him.

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An elegantly dressed middle-aged man entered a building accompanied by an assistant and a bodyguard walking in the back. His face looked calm, but who could have guessed that deep inside the man was raging and fretting. An hour ago he got word about someone. A very dear person was finally found, even in a miserable state.

A few months ago she had lost her only daughter while out of town with school friends. The path they passed at that time was certainly safe, but who would have thought that their bus tires deflated at the border and ended up missing residents without a trace. After months, the boy was finally found.

"Lord Sky Altar, have you come?" Leony welcomed his arrival in a friendly manner. He actually knew how the man felt. Seen from both eyes that the Altar Master is staring long and sad.

He asked enthusiastically, "Where is my daughter-Heaven-Tent?"

"He is now being sterilized in a special room. You can't come any closer. But if you want you can see it from behind a glass window. Let's follow me."

They walked towards an isolation room. Before they entered the area, all communication devices were stored in special containers, to avoid radiation from mobile phones. The area of the isolation room must be completely sterile, even people who enter there must wear a special covering cloth.

The Altar Master entered with his assistant as well as Leony, while the bodyguards waited outside. Arriving at the place where the Throne was treated, Mr. Altar's eyes widened as soon as he saw his daughter from behind a thick glazed window. In the room nuanced white, the figure of a creature was walking pacing, slow, rigid, like a robot. His head continued to bow until the Altar Master could not see his face.

The face he loved was definitely no longer implying a smile, no longer as sweet as before. Mr. Altar's heart was slashed as his gaze fell on the chains on both his son's wrists and feet. The throne looks like a prisoner. But what can I do? It's for good.

"Hold, Son. You will recover soon" muttered the Altar Master to the zombie figure of the Throne. After being satisfied to see, the Altar Master left.

"Sir, there's a phone from Mr. Soni" said his bodyguard, handing over his cell phone, but the man simply picked it up and handed it to his assistant.

"Send him to come here. The throne needs his presence" said Mr. Altar without turning his head or answering the call.

"Good, Sir."

His assistant listened to Soni's words.

"Master, apparently ... Mr. Soni won't come here. He wants to talk to you directly."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Altar immediately took over the phone from his assistant's handler, "Soni?"

["I'm sorry. I can't go on with this. I don't want to get engaged to zombies. I want a normal partner who doesn't make me feel threatened. Besides, I don't want my family's good name to be ruined because my boyfriend's a zombie. I want to break up with him. Again I apologize.]

The mobile phone almost slumped from the hand of the Altar Master if only he did not hold it tightly. Soni, the son of one of his acquaintances, breaks off the engagement because the Throne becomes a zombie. Anger began to rise in the heart of the Altar Master. That's why he doesn't like that guy. He accepted Soni because the Throne loved him so much. She agreed they were engaged because she didn't want to see her son sad.

The Altar Master thought they loved each other, but it seemed that the love of the man was not as big as his shadow all along. Lord Altar is aware, only the Throne is sincere. He also smiled cynically.

The shallow love.

"Tu ... Sir, are you okay?" his assistant could feel a black aura emanating from within the Altar Master. It must be an aura of anger.

"Sonia broke off the engagement. You're looking for someone to be my son's partner. He must be strong and never be afraid. Give all your strength! Tell the man I will give him whatever he wants as long as he wants to be the lover of the Throne! I don't care!" The Altar master shouted, leaving the assistant, bodyguard and Leony shocked.

Leony has been quiet ever since. From his standing position, he knew what kind of trouble was brewing on the Throne. The throne was thrown away and now his father is very angry.

"Okay, sir," replied his assistant and bodyguard.

"You!" The Altar Master pointed at Leony and gave a sharp eye like he wanted to skin him alive.

Leony is not warty.

"Cure my son as soon as possible. I'll fund the development of recovery drugs to restore 'them' like humans, '" Mr. Altar continued.

"Good, Sir. I'll do as best I can. You don't worry," Leony said steadily. He could not resist, because that man was the originator of the STERIL Mission as well as the biggest donor of this mission.

The next day in various media, television broadcasts, and radio broadcasts, news that Mr. Altar is looking for a partner for his zombie son. Various pros and cons are given as a result of the reckless plan of the most influential person in the City of Lazar. Although considered insane, insane, and excessive, the man held firm to his stance. He will bring hope and happiness to his son.

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"How, Master? None of the residents of Lazar want to have a zombie lover. I've been looking for girls to every corner of the city, but just as they opened the door, they screamed and it wasn't until a minute that the door was instantly shut," Kalilo lowered his head in lethargy, afraid that his master was angry.

"The girl will obviously be frightened," the Altar Master who was standing staring out the window of her house replied, "What about the military?"

"W-what?" Kalilo looked at his master in disbelief. Don't tell me his master wants to find a young man of the same age to be his son's partner? So broke up, is this guy?

"Yes, Kal. This time you are looking for a strong, tough, brave, and skilled martial arts. He must be a young man who is not afraid of zombies."

"Master, such criteria are with special military forces."

"You mean?" Mr. Altar looked at his assistant.

"They are strong, brave, not afraid of zombies, and have martial arts skills. But they don't necessarily want to have an undead brother."

"In spite of that, I won't give up. If I give up, it means I give up on my son. Do it!"

"Good, Sir. I'll look for him."

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