STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 3: (STERILE: Crazy Men)

BUAGHS

BRUGH

"Forgiveness, Ndan!! I ... se-rah!"

A soldier banging on the floor sign of absolute defeat, as Hideo almost makes his life fly by. Until whenever Hideo can not be defeated easily. The young man mastered boxing and some martial arts that were definitely deadly. The human opponent would be overwhelmed by it.

Already two hours ago they were training, the commander of the Northern Division had made his men a samsak and slammed them down mercilessly. For civilians, these exercises may be terrible, but they are good for physical endurance. Hideo has a training schedule with his men at certain times and does not hesitate to exert all his abilities.

"Curtain! You are so weak! Is it worth mentioning as a military? How are you going to protect civilians from zombie attacks if you're weak like this, huh?!"

"Ready, Ndan. Ma ... forgive us." One of the soldiers whose face was battered replied with distress.

Although the leader was often angry, but his men did not get the slightest revenge. They knew this was for their own good and all Hideo's words were things that needed to be respected. They were still marching including the team members who had originally only been watching at the edge of the hall. They stand with their bodies upheld and talk in unison.

"We plead guilty, Commander! We're weak! We'll train even harder!"

Hideo with a sharp eye, scanned the faces of his men one by one. As a team leader, there is a sense of pride because his men are not unyielding. They are a unit. They are educated and grazed with hardships and hard work. They are sworn to serve the country to protect its entire population.

"Your guilty plea I accept. Quickly treat your wounds!" Hideo shouted to make his men immediately disperse and out of the training room which according to lay eyes looks like a jotos fighting arena.

"Bringas as always, Hideo."

A blonde-haired young man stepped foot into the North Division headquarters. The sound of shoes was heard firmly on the floor. As soon as he saw his best friend sweat he knew what the young man was doing. Surely his best friend had just slaughtered his men with a mix of martial arts. He himself had already seen Hideo's ferocity in training, of course when they were still soldiers.

*MMA: Mix Martial Art, a combination of different types of martial arts. Make its users free to use any type of martial arts.*

"What are you doing here, Mark?" Hideo took a bottle of mineral water and drank it. Occasionally he rubbed the dripping sweat with a small towel.

"I've come to take you to see Mr. Altar's son. I'm curious about him. That's why I came here. All of you meet my best friend and help out when there's a squad member here who needs help going to the hospital," Mark said with a nasty nag.

"You're mocking me, huh? Come fight me!" Hideo flicked the towel at Mark, asking for a duel.

"Woah, wait a minute! I didn't come here to fight you." Mark retreats to avoid Hideo's sabbath. Not because he was scared, but-come on, he was just curious about that very famous zombie.

"I have a date today. I have to take care of my appearance" Mark continued.

"What date is your girlfriend?"

"Hm----ten if not mistaken," after answering, Mark immediately gave a grin.

"Basic playboy!"

BET

Hideo catches Mark, but the young man manages to catch the end of his towel. The two young men pulled the towel together like two children quarreling. Fortunately there was currently no Leony in their midst. If the scientist has interfered can be ascertained their ears will be hot because lectured.

"We're going through this. Let's go to the Atlantis Building. Isn't the building close by, that's why I'm taking you."

"You really want to see Mr Altar's son? What's for?" Hideo asked in wonder.

"Don't tell me you don't know the news? The news of the Altar Master looking for a partner for his zombie boy is spreading all over this town and you don't know?! Ck .. ck .. ck." Mark's head bobble. He had no idea that his best friend was less up to date this badly.

"Shut up, you! I know the news and I don't care. Don't tell me you're interested, Mark?" Hideo stared at Mark cynically, but not to drop. They often argue and mock each other. Of course because they grew up together, including Leony.

"I said I was just looking around. I was just wondering what a zombie looks like now. Besides I already have a lover so .. I just give it to you."

Hideo brushed off Mark's hand on his shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"Because you are qualified that Mr. Altar is looking to become his future son-in-law. You don't have a boyfriend anyway. Haha."

"What crazy person would want to date a zombie?" This statement is not a question. Well, for a normal person wouldn't want to have a zombie lover, unless that person was crazy.

"You. Because you're crazy, Hideo. Haha."

"You're tired of living, Mark?!"

A fight is bound to happen, but Mark chooses to run away before Hideo goes berserk and slams him down using martial art.

****

Sometimes he feels lonely. Living in a spacious official house containing only one person made him feel that the place was too big. There seems to be a void there. So sometimes Hideo goes outside to find entertainment. Sometimes he gets together with his two best friends. So, the void can be closed temporarily.

Hideo sat in one corner and called a waiter. While waiting for the order to arrive, he turned out the window to enjoy the view of the city that had not been contaminated, due to the presence of a tall and thick wall surrounding Lazar City. The armored wall was designed by a senior scientist named Gillian to protect this beautiful city. The city of Lazar looked like a paradise of the world among the siege of the undead. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

Before long, a waiter came in with a cup of black coffee. It smells so good. Hideo sipped his coffee slowly to feel the thickness of the black drink in his cup. However, the enjoyment had to be delayed once her sharp hearing caught up with the conversation of two men.

"You really decided?"

Next to the table that Hideo occupied, sat two teenagers whose appearance was excessive and talk was also excessive. The hands of one of them were busy tidying up the clothes he was wearing. Not infrequently occasionally he flicked the wrist of the shirt, so that the watch looks shiny.

"of course. Who would be engaged to a zombie? I don't want to be scared for life. Although it used to be human when the Throne became an idol of Cassanova and very charming, but now .. zombies are still zombies."

"You're right Soni. Zombies are scary. Your decision to break off the engagement is correct. If I were you, I wouldn't either. I don't want my handsome face to be broken. That's so horrible."

"You're right. I deserve better, like the upperclassman of a cheerleading club for example. By the way, he greeted me this afternoon. It's opportunity! I could ask her out, you know?!"

"Of course you can ask her out. Oh, yep! I heard the Altar master was looking for a partner for his zombie son. To me it was too much. Where there are men who want. What say?"

"Ah, let it go! Until death, no one wants to be her lover. Just seeing her was horrible and disgusting, especially to become her lover. There are many beautiful girls in Lazar City. Why a zombie?" Soni's lips were pulled upwards. His shoulders were trembling slightly from laughter. The teenager had indeed thrown away the Throne, but there was no need to mock either. He did not know that the Throne was fighting there.

Hideo clucked in annoyance. The two teenagers were very noisy. Now he knows the zombie he brought back had a lover. Honey, her lover does not help recover it is even insulting. Hideo's chest was pulsating to withstand the turmoil like the pounding of waves that will hit the land. Hey, hold on! Why did he put into the heart the words of two men just now? Wasn't the Throne a nobody to him?

The Throne of Heaven is actually a good name. A name with deep meaning. The meaning must be - one who reigns in my heart? Eh? What did he just think? My throne? Their thrones? Hideo, you're crazy.

Hideo took down the sunglasses he was wearing. Then he glanced at the two teenagers beside the table. The topic of their conversation now turned to something that Hideo thought could make him die standing. Two men talked about the girl and laughed when comparing her to the Throne. Don't they deserve to be beaten? But it is a pity that his energy is wasted.

"Sorry, ladies," she quipped without *t*edeng aling-aling.

The two teenagers looked over and could not shake. Actually Hideo looks handsome and cool. The short black-haired figure with a brownish highlight at the end of it looked fashionable. Hideo looks like a model rather than a military man without a uniform. However, as soon as Hideo took off his glasses, the sharp look of his eyes was unable to cover up the intimidating impression.

"Are you talking about my girlfriend?"

"What?" Soni surprised.

"You know all living things in this world have a partner. And I don't blame you. A cowardly and cowardly man like you does not deserve to be a zombie couple. Thank you for breaking up with him. I happen to want to have a boyfriend who can boost my adrenaline." Hideo put his glasses back on and left two dumbstruck men behind.

****

In the rehabilitation building with very tight guard, several junior scientists were busy with a water hose. As part of STERIL recovery, they need to bathe the zombies to kill off bacteria and viruses from the outside.

But it seems that the figure cannot be invited to cooperate. The body full of wounds soared in shock as some water sprayed onto his body. His thin naked body looked frail and helpless.

If he was still in pure zombie mode, he would definitely hit anyone who had disturbed him. But after three days in the rehabilitation room and being given sterile injections gradually, his body slowly weakened due to recovery.

The white body dashed away from the water sprayed by two men dressed in all-white.

As if it did not care if the figure was cold, they continued to spray. However, the zombie known as the Throne is still not fully human and must be bathed in an unusual way.

"Argh." A hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of the Throne. He's feeling distracted. He raised his face as the water turned off, then growled with a stern look, about to attack.

"Give me the towel!" pinta was one of the officers who washed it to his friend. Another officer gave a large blanket which was then used to cover the body of the Throne.

Actually the Throne doesn't need a blanket because zombies don't feel the cold. Of course because their nerves are damaged. The body of the Throne was different from other zombies. His skin is a bit wrinkled. There were wounds on his cheeks, hands, and feet, but other than that his state of body was still good and complete.

CLINGS

The sound of chains on both hands and feet of the Throne was heard as he moved his body. The officers were not afraid that the Throne would escape because since being in the rehabilitation center, the zombies undergoing recovery were put on chains. The chain was fitted with an alarm with a motion sensor. The alarm will sound if the owner is indicated to make movements that can endanger others.

"Why him?" ask one of the scientists who had bathed the Throne.

For some reason the Throne suddenly lowered its body then he crouched down. The thick blanket he wore covered his entire body, drowning him.

The throne is silent, silent. This made everyone alert as well as feel funny.

****

Seriate