Author's Leave Request
August 25th. Overcast.
Half a month has passed since we fled the hospital.
Although the doctor and I were cautious, the director still discovered us when we made our escape.
The frenzied look in the director’s eyes was something I couldn’t comprehend. Even now, his words still echo in my ears.
“You are the Zombie King, the beginning of humanity’s evolution and the origin of the zombies. You must have already encountered those zombies that have developed reason. They are proof of successful evolution!
“Humanity needs an evolution, a quantum leap. Your mission is to transform all of humankind into a new form of life!”
I heard those words. So did the doctor. After we left the hospital together, the way the doctor looked at me changed. There was curiosity in her eyes, but more of it was wariness.
Once, I woke from a dream to find her sitting by my bedside, looking flustered. I noticed an empty syringe in her hand, likely because she wanted to draw my blood. But I said nothing.
The doctor mentioned before that a large military unit would be coming to extract her. The purpose of our trip to the hospital has been fulfilled, and it is time for us to part ways.
Perhaps the next time we meet, we will no longer be friends. We both understand this without saying it aloud.
While I was asleep, the doctor quietly left the shelter. I followed her secretly, wishing to see her off.
The whole journey has been safe. I spot a military unit in the distance and watch the doctor walk toward them, an inexplicable unease rising in my heart.
I don’t know when it began, but my eyes have become capable of seeing things at extraordinary distances.
The troops shouldn’t be swaying like that, barely able to stay on their feet…
They are zombies!
Given the combat capability of a military unit, a large-scale infection like this is impossible, unless a zombie has developed reason and infiltrated their ranks.
The doctor is in danger!
I have to save her.
Taking a day off.
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