STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 23: (STERILE: Tears)

A pair of hazel eyes belonging to someone kept staring at the screen of his mobile phone. He repeatedly cultivated strength. However, as soon as it winks, then the intention is snuffed. Though all he will do is just press a green picture, then the call connection will connect with someone. Why does it feel so hard?

Breathing blows for several times. The wall clock has shown at 10 p.m., the man should be in his house and he just wants to hear his voice. He wanted to make sure that the person could rest in peace.

Once again, he clasped his phone a little more firmly. He almost decided to give up, but in reality, his finger did the opposite. His finger pressed the screen unintentionally. When he realized, it was too late.

[Leo, what's up?]

Leony's voice was stuck in his throat. This is the voice that is expected, wants to be heard, and wants to be felt. Firm yet calming. Soft and thrilling. A voice that is always missed, day and night.

[Leos? Are you still there?]

"Yes .. yes. I'm ... still here."

[Why haven't you slept?]

Leony smiled, then his nervousness slightly diminished. "I just want to know if you've rested properly?" Hearing someone across there chuckle left Leony speechless to hear, then recorded it into memory. Ah, how sweet he is when he laughs.

Overused? Indeed indeed.

Only he understood the meaning of each melody in tone, as well as the intonation of his voice.

[Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself, but thanks for the attention.]

Leony was a little disappointed, but he tried to act normal, "Ah, yes. I'm sorry, I forgot that you're an independent person."

[You know that. I never talked about my personality to anyone.]

Leony laughed softly. His laughter was crunchy, yet it stored bitterness. "Because I'm a fan of yours" he said proudly.

Leony walked to the window. The lights from the residential area look sparkling in the distance. Some large digital billboards occasionally feature singing entertainment, the rest are just advertisements containing security protocols. Civilians cannot enter or leave the city. Everyone must have special permissions and access. Very tedious. Since the zombie attack, some artists have changed. They no longer sing, but growl. How grateful Leony is for still being allowed to see all the beauty in Lazar City surrounded by steel walls.

[You're overreacting.]

"I mean. I'm a fan of yours. Ever since I first met you, I've idolized you."

[Yes. You've told me that before. Ah, already, yeah. There's something important I need to do.]

"But ...," his words stopped. There are things to talk about, but the fear comes back to haunt. Her lips just clenched. Leony then saved his phone.

[What's up?] ask someone across.

For a moment Leony was happy because he was being noticed. Yet again it can only let its feelings flow without an estuary. "There's nothing. Sorry if I've been interrupting your time. Good night."

[Yes. Good night.]

Leony stared blankly at the reflection of his face in the glass window. Suddenly the night is no longer beautiful and the scenery outside is also not interesting to look at. Then he dropped his body on the bed. Relief and pain mixed into one, then produce the results of water droplets in the corner of his eye. Leony's heart beat was still moving as fast as a drum, accompanied by extreme pain.

"Oh, is this what it's like to be heartbroken?" lirih.

How painful this taste is.

Beautiful and painful at the same time.

Even so, he still wanted to nurture his feelings, even though it was impossible to achieve. He is a special person, but not the first love. Ever since Leony first met, he had already established that person as an idol. The more she likes it, the deeper she feels. From fan, to love.

But unfortunately, the feelings that have grown and developed can only be stored in the heart.

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"Dad, you. I'm .. happy."

The eye of the Throne is like a window of warmth to anyone who sees. His round eyes are full of affection. But today, when the sun is about to sink, no twinkle of life is tucked away in both of his eyeballs. The pair of eyes of the Throne emitted a cold aura amidst the mellow atmosphere. His pale hand turned to grab a storybook. The funny picture on the cover of the book made the Throne interested.

"You're glad you came? I'm here specifically to see you."

"Dad ... I want .. hear this story."

Mr. Altar looked at the book that his son was proposing. He looked at the book for a long time and remembered the past. When a child, the Throne often asked to be read a fairy tale. His mother would sit next to him, on the bed, every night before going to bed. They will sit side by side until one of them is tired and asleep. Usually the Throne will first succumb to drowsiness, then his wife will envelop the Throne and kiss good-bye. Unfortunately, harmonious family togetherness is now only a memory.

Mr. Altar's eyelids feel hot. Even a single tear cannot be held back. Quickly remove those tears. He must be strong for the Throne.

The Altar Master replaced the sad face by pulling the corner of his lips upwards.

"Yes. I'll read it to you."

Now, once again, father and son sit side by side. It is undeniable that the current situation reminds him of the nostalgia of the past, when peace was still on the face of the earth and people did not fight for power.

When his father was telling the story, the Throne sat quietly. He didn't move a inch. His hand was just busy stroking the doll that had been sitting on his lap. He enjoyed their time together, though it could not be expressed in words.

It's just you and me. Blood ties are tightly intertwined, can't be cut off by anything. Even the tiny baby in her arms has changed. However, the thick blood that had evolved so zombies could not erase the DNA traces between the child and the parent.

Whatever it-That-Tahta part of Mr. Altar.

'You are my only son. The treasured treasure I possess, ' the altar Master occasionally glances at the Throne.

Thrilling voice disperse the Altar Lord. The waves caused a moment later made the objects around him vibrate. The sound of an explosion was clearly heard, if it could be heard up to Atlantis, it meant that the bang at the scene was very large. The Altar Master turned his gaze to the Throne. His son growled and started to get nervous. The teddy bear that Hideo gave him did not escape torture. The lifeless thing was torn apart until the cotton inside poked out.

What's with the little baby?

"That's? Why you, son?"

The throne did not answer. He was growling more and more clearly. He did not hear his father calling his name.

The Altar Master raised his hand to calm him down, but the Throne rebuffed him. A pair of eyes of the Throne that was once ordinary now began to look at his father's mistress. His sharp nosediving brows were as if saying that he was angry.

"Aragh!"

Mr. Altar doesn't know what's going on. He simply retreated and gave some distance just in case. The storybook no longer attracted the attention of the Throne. However the Altar Master still held it for storage. The phone that rings only adds to the tension, then the worry comes.

Is this a joke set by fate?

"Hallo. What's the matter you're calling?" ask someone on the other side after picking up the phone.

[Sorry, sir, but this is an emergency! An aircraft has blown up sector C. That place is now destroyed.]

"What?! How could that happen? There's plenty of zombies to save---"

"Harrgh!"

Mr. Altar's speech was interrupted because the Throne suddenly attacked. The Altar Master tried to dodge, the Throne pursued. Not wanting to hurt or be harmed by his son, Mr. Altar continued to dodge. He needs to stay healthy for the STERIL mission to keep going.

The alarm went off and some nurses came with fittings. When the two Altar Master's eyeballs caught the chain in their hands, he could not imagine what action the white-clothed men would take. The throne cannot be controlled. To prevent bad things, then there is no other way the hoses confine it with steel chains.

The thrones thrashed, growling like a hungry wolf. If he has long nails, then anyone can be torn apart. Now that the consciousness of the Throne is being lost, the Throne will turn into a temperament like a real undead. Some nurses dressed in white covered their entire bodies, held both hands and feet of the Throne, and then put on chains.

"Is there no other way but to bring her into the isolation room using chains?" Mr. Altar tried to negotiate, but the Atlantis procedure had to be implemented. Anxiety was drawn on her baby's beak face. Who would want to see a family member chained up like a dog?

"Sorry, Sir. The Throne is dangerous. He could have hurt you. Let us handle him until he's back to normal."

The Altar Master could only see the Throne thrashing and being forcibly taken. With chains all over his body, his son looked like a sick person. After snarling, the voice of the Throne then turned into sobs. Whose heart doesn't hear it? The Altar sir was also filled.

"Dad, ma .. sorry." Between helplessness, a single tear fell on the pale cheeks of the Throne.

"That's it?"

"A .. yeah."

The defense of the Altar also collapsed. A man who had been able to control himself, suddenly shed tears. "Let go! Release son! He's conscious!" He tried to run over the nurses who were about to take the Throne, but some of them kept him at the door. "Don't stop me! Give me a way!"

"Sorry, sir, you can't come any closer! It's procedure! We cannot risk you also contracting and getting injured. We'll take the patient to the isolation room."

"But you hurt him!"

"Dad! Daddy!" shout Throne. Only that word came out of the mouth of the Throne. Because gradually, he was able to understand what the real meaning of the word 'father.' was.' He is the hero, the protector of his son.

Des

The moment the Throne wanted to shout again, its voice disappeared, drawn deep into its subconscious. He also fell asleep.

"Other times-quickly anesthetize the Throne if it goes berserk. All the patients on the 7th floor were closest to the human side. They can feel pain, don't you understand?" Leony came in with an anesthetic gun in hand, then scolded the medics who were handling the Throne.

"Sorry, Doctor."

"Yes, take him!"

"Good."

Leony allowed the Throne to be brought, for his own good as well as the safety of all. After all, he was convinced that the Throne had only gone out of control for a while. Luckily he quickly came before the situation became chaotic. It's just that Leony was astonished, because it's not usually the Throne going berserk.

What the hell is it?

He looked at the Altar. The man's appearance was a little messy. From his face is very clear to see the figure of the father who is being overwhelmed with anxiety. Presumably the event was so hit on the human side of Mr. Altar that his prestige as someone authoritative was collapsed. Leony was able to understand, given how dear Lord Altar was to his son, the Throne.

"Sir, are you okay?" leony asked a little carefully. The fear of Mr. Altar is still shaken.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"What really happened to the Throne?"

The Altar Master dropped his body on the sofa regardless of his neat appearance or not. "I don't know. There was an explosion just now. Did you hear that?"

"Yes. I-i heard. What was that sound? What happened until the earth shook?"

Mr. Altar turned his face flat and his tone was serious, "There was an explosion in sector C. That's what caused Atlantis to tremble and the Throne to rage." The Elbow of the Lord Altar rested on top of both of his thighs. His fingers are linked to each other. "Please watch over the Throne. I'll investigate what really happened."

"Good, Sir."