STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 24: (STERILE: The Moon)

The sound of helicopter propellers broke the silence, opening the veil of darkness on the ground sprinkled with rubble. The Altar Master sat quietly on top of his chair. At first glance the man looked calm. However, if you pay more attention to it, you will know what concerns are being faced. The Altar Master's eyebrows slightly shriveled looking at the hollow black expanse of land. There was a furious insert.

After hearing the explosion and feeling the tremors, Mr. Altar rushed to the scene on a private helicopter. Observantly, the man reviewed how severe the damage was and the results were disappointing. He saw again a tablet screen containing a recording of the last situation. Zombie bodies were scattered, some of which were not clearly shaped.

It's been against the rules. The rules in the new military protocol clearly say that 'It is forbidden to drop bombs and any kind of mass-destroying weapon in the red zone of zombies.' But it seems there are people who want a shortcut without wanting to bother. This case must be investigated. If not, then the STERIL program will be in vain.

"Master, downstairs is very dangerous. We don't know if the situation is safe or if there's still another attack. We'd better not get down" suggested the pilot from behind the cockpit.

"Yes. I can see it from here too. Then try to keep this helicopter stable so I can monitor the situation."

"Good, Master!"

The Altar Master stared again at such a vast expanse of black. He has to do something.

Mr. Altar pressed the earphones to contact someone who was checking the rubble.

"Give me a report! What exactly happened?" ask Mr. Altar to know.

[Yes, Sir. According to the radar an unknown missile flew towards this place. After that, this place was blown up. We couldn't prevent it because something messed up the signal, we didn't even know which coordinates the missile was coming from. According to the provisional assumption that this missile is controlled through remotely.] replied a person dressed in military clothes who had been at the scene first.

"Hm. Find anything that can be a clue, track it, and then send me the data!"

[Good, Sir! Carry it out!]

Mr. Altar turned off the call and leaned his back against the chair. Everything feels runnyam. Not yet completed the rescue mission, now a new problem arises. It can't be allowed.

If you look back, missiles are weapons that were used by the government to eradicate the spread of the zombie virus. In the past when the undead were rampant, the only way was to exterminate settlements even cities. They took the easy step of handling the zombie virus by inputting data through spy drones, grouping it at several points which were then designated as red/dangerous zones. Then the military would isolate them in one place and mark them. After the mapping was completed, several military teams were deployed to eradicate the undead by dropping bombs.

Until the idea of an attempt to cure the undead. This idea made the land of Beltran Guido. The idea is impossible for most people. Even they dared to say 'cure the undead is just a crazy idea that is sparked from people who are not sane.' The path taken so that the undead can return to normal is not easy. Mr. Altar even to face the trial for the sake of the formation of STERIL mission.

Hey, what percentage of the chance of a damaged nerve recovering like a baby? Have you ever thought about this? No, right? So the people of the higher class in Beltran Guido were not. There was only one father there. Can you understand his feelings? The affection for his son was so great that having the idea of treating the undead was considered insane. But the Altar does not care. She just wanted to find and try to return her little baby as she was. Even with a skewed accusation, Mr. Altar still carried out his intentions.

After STERIL is formed, the slaughter of zombies is no longer applied. Mapping is still done, it's just a different way. They are no longer destroyed en masse. They will be given a choice; destroyed or saved. Armed with confidence, Mr. Altar finally managed to embrace the Atlantis Hospital as a place where zombies were quarantined as well as a research center.

After all this time, it seemed that there was a displeased side. Maybe they are rebels. Rebels who want STERIL to fall. Mr. Altar would obviously not allow this to happen.

Hope is always there for those who struggle. If it fails, at least I have tried.

May Beltran Guido always be enveloped in light.

"Where are we going now, sir?"

That call brought the Altar Master back to the real world. "We're going to headquarters!"

"Good."

The Altar Master moved as quickly as possible. He gathered great people in his field and held a surprise meeting. As a military representative he felt responsible for what happened. Mr. Altar deployed an entire cyber team to track where and who was the mastermind of the C sector bombing. However, the plane used by the perpetrator turned out to have disguised itself by using a computer virus so that it could not be infiltrated easily.

It seems like everything is just a tangled thread.

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A few days had passed, but the mood of the Throne was not good. He often went on a rampage, even attacking some of the nurses who approached him. The chain has been removed. The throne can now go back for a walk as usual. It took about a week for him to be approached by others.

During that time Hideo was not allowed to visit. This is very torturous for Hideo, considering that a day does not see the face of the lover like a thousand centuries. Hence, as soon as the green sign lit up and permission had been obtained, Hideo rushed towards Atlantis.

It was late, but Hideo couldn't wait to meet tomorrow. So after he finished his stint, Hideo took off his bike and stopped at the hospital yard. Several men in military clothes were still obediently standing guard around the rehabilitation center. Hideo greeted them at a glance then immediately boarded the elevator.

As soon as the door of the room was opened, the face of the Throne should greet. However, the Throne did not see even the tip of the hair. The dark actually greeted Hideo at that time. Only the moonlight that entered through the window rained down on some of the room as light. The wind of the night shook the curtains, then hit the special skin of a warrior man.

"That's it?" call Hideo hoping his lover comes to greet.

He would walk to the wall to look for a switch, when a sound was caught by the sense of hearing.

"Ms."

The sound was more like a murmur.

"That's it?"

Hideo tightened his fist because he was unarmed now.

"Ms."

The voice came again. Hideo guessed it came from the corner of the room. He stepped slowly. She wanted to make sure that nothing harmed her lover. The Atlantis' nursery is heavily guarded. Hideo suspects another zombie has infiltrated. But the Throne also does not say. Obviously Hideo was worried.

"That's you, is that you?"

"That's right, don't mess around!"

"Pulse. Khikki."

Now Hideo managed to see the form of a shadow, but he could not see the look on his face, because the figure was looking down. But Hideo can recognize the color of silvery blonde hair that seems to glow exposed to moonlight. He is the Throne.

"That's right, you haven't slept?"

Hideo's forehead frowned slightly. He was astonished to see the appearance of the Throne. On a cold night, why is the Throne wearing only a thin sweatshirt? His feet were even free from the cover that blocked the view.

"Why don't you wear pajamas?"

"Pulse. Um. Deo. Um."

"You called me?"

Hideo's hands were stretched out and greeted by the attack.

"Bragh!"

The throne opened its mouth wide without warning. He lunged and tried to attack Hideo. Throne and Hideo almost wrestled on the floor. If only the zombie wasn't the Throne, Hideo would have slammed it hard.

"Tahta, what happened?!"

Hideo retreating. He tried to avoid the onslaught of the Throne. As much as possible he held back so that the Throne would not strangle him. Of course he was surprised and the shock was clouded by the annoyance because he did not understand why his Throne had suddenly changed. Deep into those pale eyeballs, Hideo saw nothing but 'anger.'

Although the view of the zombies was usually empty, but after undergoing a series of recovery, Hideo felt that there was something else and that made the Throne look more alive. But now it's much different. The anger of the Throne was cold. The ice lost to him. The throne seemed to not recognize Hideo.

BUGH

Hideo was pushed onto the bed, as the power of the Throne doubled. Usually the Throne is not like this. Is this the result of his anger a few days ago? Not yet able to Hideo stand, he must be ready with the Throne that suddenly overlaps his stomach.

"That's the throne, what's the mmp."

Hideo's words stopped. His lips were gagged by the lips of the Throne itself. Between the real or the dream, Hideo feels something coming out of the mouth of the Throne. It had soaked his tongue, and entered his throat. Hideo was drinking liquid. The water is thick too much. He almost coughed from choking.

Brecks

"What are you doing?!"

As soon as the sound of torn cloth rang out, Hideo immediately pushed the Throne, but he only ended up falling back onto the soft foam. Hideo's uniform buttons were strewn about nowhere. His shirt was torn, as well as the inner sweatshirt he wore.

Hideo is not afraid. Really am. However, this is out of control and she cannot cope with her own lover. How not? If there is only a sense of heat hit. As a man he was aroused by the touch of his own lover. As soon as the zipper of his pants was forced, Hideo just felt scared to death.

Afraid of thinking 'this is crazy!' and it ends in crazy.

A few minutes into the clock, Hideo realized what they had done. He can't move. Hideo suddenly got dizzy. It was like seeing millions of stars above his head. Maybe it's the effect of drinking that strange liquid just now. The liquid was not alcohol but intoxicating, not poison but made his body limp.

That feeling is unbearable. Hideo chose to fight. Now he is in control and holds the Throne under the confinement of his two hands. Although not so bright, but Hideo can see how beautiful the face of the Throne. Hideo looked down to give a kiss and said ....

"Dear, awake!" he said softly.

Will this be a dream? All the wait and patience Hideo now bear sweet fruit. Hideo's kiss is reciprocated. They now share affection with each other. By then the secretory glands in the mouth of the Throne had produced more saliva and were all swallowed by Hideo. Hideo felt like his stomach was full as if he had drunk a lot of water. However, he doesn't care. For him, this atmosphere is very pleasant. The throne is his.

The Throne consciousness is back to what it was. As soon as he saw Hideo's face, suddenly his cheeks turned red. He was not very understanding about what they had just done, but he was ashamed. He then hid his face between the recesses of Hideo's neck.

Hideo's lip line also expressed pleasure. That means the Throne is aware of what they are doing. Hideo was worried that the Throne would forget, but now his heart was relieved. From now on he will not bring this relationship alone.

Hideo carried the body of the Throne into a warm embrace. He will hold her close and love her today, tomorrow, and even later.

"I will not leave you," Hideo landed his lips on the forehead of the Throne also rubbed his head slowly.

"Deo," call the Throne while staring with his round eyes. "Ma .. I'm sorry, Deo," he said slowly.

Hideo's smile grew wider and did not fade.

"Not to apologize." Hideo tidied up the child's hair that covered the forehead of the Throne. "With this-you're mine now."

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