Chapter 15. Dead Man Blues (1)
This morning.
“I’ve created a search program. Now all you have to do is make it work. “The amount of data is so large that it will take a while.”
Cassandra ate breakfast with a very happy face. Camilla’s eyes sparkled as she heard those words.
“If you don’t have anything to work on for a while, would you like to go out with me to get something to eat?”
“Good.”
Camilla and I looked at each other in surprise. It may be a prejudice to say that all researchers and doctors in the world dislike outdoor activities, but Cassandra was a woman who fit that prejudice exactly.
That’s why Cassandra readily decided to pursue her outside activities.
“Oh, Cassandra. Are you sure it’s okay? “It must be much harder than the evening workout.”
Cassandra answered my question calmly.
“I wanted to get some virus samples while I was out.”
This time Camilla asked a bit nervously.
“Uh, it doesn’t mean we have to catch zombies alive or collect them from freshly killed zombies or something like that, right?”
“That would be nice, but it’s okay to just rip it from a dead zombie carcass, rotten water, or cloth.
Although it was a bit uncomfortable to collect food and collect viruses at the same time, Camilla replied, ‘I don’t mind if that’s the case,’ and Cassandra insisted, ‘It’s absolutely safe.’
While I was left alone, I took a nap, organized my supplies, looked at the several pictures of me wearing the costume that Leti had sent me, and watered the flower pots on the rooftop.
Each pot was filled with different soil, but all I planted were beans.
It has already sprouted and the tender new shoots are sparkling light green. She watered and observed the cotyledons carefully to avoid damaging them.
So far, there doesn’t seem to be much of a difference in the growth stage. However, after a certain point, there is a possibility that some things may suddenly grow rapidly.
Like what I saw at the flower research complex.
The ones on this side of the culture medium died without being able to grow properly, but on the other side, they grew to a bizarre degree.
This wasn’t just at the research complex. While coming this far, I saw many scenes that were as different as a wasteland and a jungle, with only a single road in between.
What is the reason?
This experiment is also intended to figure that out. What differences do seeds from the same seed bag show when placed in different soils?
If things go well, we may find a combination that is safe for the body and allows for quick growth. If you can grow and eat greens and vegetables, your dependence on looting and gathering can also be greatly reduced.
This means that it can become safer. And it’s still positive.
The two women returned late in the afternoon. Carrying a bag of potatoes, a bag of carrots, and enough specimens to fill a fairly large first aid kit.
It was said that there was a cold storage for crops about 10km south of the research institute. The electricity was cut off and the air conditioner wasn’t working, but the walls were strong and there was a lock at the entrance.
Thanks to you, I had roasted potatoes, carrots, and canned meatballs for dinner. I felt full after eating potatoes seasoned with pepper and salt and roasted until brown.
“Camilla. How did you open the lock? “Did you put a wire in it and turn it?”
“I cut it by gently pressing the cutter against a thick cloth.”
“You worked hard. “It must have been quite thick.”
In response to her question, Camilla tilted her head towards Cassandra.
“The power was used by Cassandra. “Her grip and strength are stronger than mine.”
Cassandra, suddenly receiving attention, blushes and panics.
“Ka, it was just no big deal to Cassandra. Camilla had a harder time. She must have had a hard time taking Cassandra with her… ”
Camilla looked proud at Cassandra’s humility.
“The fact that we exercised every evening was definitely effective. Cassandra looked just like a cat. “She really moves softly and quietly.”
Are you a person who is weak to this type of praise? Cassandra was so embarrassed that she couldn’t raise her face. She seemed a bit off-putting anyway, so I was happy to see that the relationship between the two women had improved.
And that night.
In her bed, Camilla moved her body very vigorously. She wanted more than usual and made her begging requests for more.
In the end, it climbed on top of my body. In the darkness, I could see him swallowing his saliva and thinking. I felt like I knew what the problem was.
We were still comforting each other only with our hands. So we haven’t gone to a deeper level yet. But Camilla seemed to be wondering whether or not to cross that line now.
Something was strange. It doesn’t seem like the two people just quietly went away. But Camilla was just focused on the action.
Camilla moaned more faintly than before. She desperately hugged me as if I was falling into the water. Is it because I’ve been very nervous all day, or is it because I’m lost in the afterglow of pleasure? She fell asleep, wheezing in his arms.
Kikik…
There was a sound of hinges moving. And then a faint breeze of cold air blew. It’s very subtle, but it’s clear.
Did I not close the door properly?
Not wanting to wake Camilla, I turned her head over her shoulder. There was no sound for a long time. I thought I was being too sensitive, but Camilla made a nasal noise and pulled me towards her.
Camilla’s breathing was slow and comfortable. As she listened, her sleep washed over her like waves. I thought it was no big deal and fell asleep.
* * * * *
The next morning.
After washing up, I went down to the third floor and found Cassandra sitting on the sofa. Her hair was frizzy and her eyes were slightly bloodshot.
No matter how I looked at him, he looked like a college student who stayed up all night during exam period.
“Didn’t you sleep?”
“I slept.”
“I won’t believe you if you answer while yawning like that.”
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“… She did some sample organizing and… “I also looked at some data analysis results.”
Cassandra tried to come up with an excuse, but it didn’t make much sense to her. She was organizing the samples and she said she obviously finished them all before she went to bed last night.
Finally, Cassandra sat down on her sofa and dozed off. She wondered if she had overexerted herself yesterday.
“Go in and sleep. There’s nothing big to do this morning. All you have to do is charge the battery with solar energy so that the computer doesn’t turn off.”
“What about Camilla?”
“Still sleeping. “I guess you were very tired yesterday.”
Cassandra smiled at her answer. Only one corner of her mouth quirked up.
“Oh, I guess so.”
“I can’t do that. Wake up, quickly. “I’ll take you there.”
He held Cassandra’s hand and helped her up. Unexpectedly, Cassandra did not resist. No, she even leaned towards me, as if she was rather waiting.
“Where did your shoes go again?”
Now I see that he is walking around in socks. It must have been a while since I walked around, so it was completely black with grime.
“… “Stay in your room.”
Cassandra’s room was very neat. It felt like a well-organized laboratory. There was a faint, nice scent there.
I tried to get her to sit on the bed, but she wouldn’t lie down.
“… John. Busy?”
“Not like that.”
“Then please talk to Cassandra.”
Cassandra sat down on her bed and threw off her socks. Her feet were ridiculously small and pretty compared to her large breasts, so much so that she could easily bury her face on one side. It seems like it would fit comfortably in one hand.
“If you lie down in bed covered with a blanket.”
I dragged a chair and sat down. Cassandra obediently got into the blanket. The blanket bounced up and down with each breath she took. It feels like waves crashing over the bed.
“What a conversation partner. “What are you going to talk about?”
For some reason, Cassandra just looked up at me from a distance.
“… “You can do the same thing you did to Camilla.”
“What on earth happened with Camilla yesterday?”
Cassandra turned her head to my question.
“It’s not good to talk about other people.”
Anyway, something happened, but neither woman seemed to have any intention of telling me. Well, I don’t really want to know that much.
So I just brought up the story I was interested in.
“Are zombies also vegetarian? So, humanoid zombies eat meat, but things like zombie giraffes and zombie rabbits… “
“The habit itself does not change much. I am a vegetarian because I used to eat grass. Just eat until your stomach explodes and you die.”
“Uh, what?”
“Because I can’t feel pain, I don’t even feel my stomach being torn apart. It’s even worse in non-protected areas. The part of the brain that controls appetite and the part that regulates the body breaks down.
Human zombies, well. The story of zombies filling their stomachs with grass or raw rice is interesting. Might be worth a try. If so… “
I think I chose the wrong topic. The woman who was just about to die of sleepy eyes is sparkling with her curiosity and her eagerness to learn.
“I’ve seen a record of someone who cooked for a zombie. To be exact, it’s the story of a poor man who couldn’t admit that his wife had become a zombie.
The man said he locked his wife in his basement. He hung a solid iron gate, and I guess he brought in food through the boat. My wife, who had become a zombie, ate it all, but even after that, she seemed hungry and kept wanting to eat something.
But the man had already run out of money, and he could no longer fool the people around him. Eventually the man opened his basement door and handed himself over to be eaten.
When my husband went missing, reports came in from work and neighbors. Anyway, it was before a non-protected area was declared like it is now, and there weren’t that many zombies. It was a situation where opinions were divided as to whether this was rabies or a type of mental illness.
So the National Military Police and the Disease Control Bureau visited him. As soon as we entered, a terrible smell came from the basement, so everyone braced themselves and opened the door. And they said they saw.”
Cassandra closed her mouth after saying those words. No, anyway, isn’t it a bit harsh to not speak for more than ten breaths?
“… “What on earth did you see?”
In the end, I couldn’t bear it anymore and asked. Cassandra burst into laughter as if she were amused.
“What the hell?”
“… No. No. I was just kidding. The military police and management bureau doctors who went down to the basement saw the remaining bones of her husband, who was not even a zombie, and a female zombie sleeping deeply with her stomach swollen. “Just like a predator that sleeps when its stomach is full, it was unable to wake up or wake up even when a light was shined on it and a threatening shot was fired.”
“Is it because I’m too full?”
“I don’t know that. The Military Police and the Disease Control Bureau forcibly relocated not only the basement, but the entire village, and set it on fire.
However, I remember a priest giving a quite impressive evaluation. “She was a zombie human rights activist, but soon she became a zombie herself, so her evaluation became something of a posthumous thing.”
Cassandra stretched and yawned. Her eyes seemed half closed. But she looks up at me with a smile, as if she wants to talk about this.
“According to that person, zombies are simply a faithful reflection of the three major desires of humans. Appetite. Desire to sleep. s*xual desire.
If a zombie could eat well, then she would fall asleep again as if she were dead, and after waking up, she would live for love. That’s why he said he couldn’t see zombies as anything other than humans.”
“Isn’t this a bit of a radical theory?”
“If she knows how to make love, she should be treated with respect, because that’s what he was trying to say.”
Cassandra took her hand out of the blanket. She is covered in scars and scars. She somehow felt sorry for him, so she held his hand. Cassandra was startled, but she soon relaxed as she was touched.
“… Are you still experimenting with your body these days?”
This was the reason why there were so many needle marks on Cassandra’s body. She’s injecting a virus into her body. Take her blood, put a virus in it. So her arms and hands can’t be healthy.
“Why? “Are you afraid that you might eat me?”
Of course, the virus in Cassandra’s body is a very special type. And her body is also different from that of an ordinary person in many ways. She knows a lot about the human body, but she often says that she doesn’t even understand Camilla.
“It’s not like that. It’s what you do, you must be great at it. But… “
“Just?”
This time I didn’t speak for more than ten breaths. Cassandra’s eyes narrowed. I smiled and gently placed my hand on her forehead.
“I just thought it would be good to respect your body a little more.”
I closed her eyes for a long time. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t do this.
Cassandra soon fell asleep, but did not let go of my hand.