SGT CH98: You Smell Delicious

◎Just like the intimate whispers of the past◎

“X…”

X sat there looking at him, looking no different from a living person.

For a moment, Mu Si felt that X was alive.

But his emotionless eyes, without even hatred, reminded Mu Si that he was facing a zombie, a non-human monster.

High-level zombies generally possessed certain intelligence.

X also had a mental superpower, so he looked so much like a human.

Human-like but non-human.

It was said that some mental-type zombies would possess memories of their lifetime, and would even use this to disguise themselves and hunt humans.

Mu Si wasn’t sure if this X in front of him still remembered him.

But some words had to be said.

Even if they had no meaning.

“I didn’t mean to… I didn’t expect you to fall.”

Mu Si’s lips trembled, fingers pinching his thigh, forcing himself to suppress the fear and trembling in his heart, meeting X’s scarlet eyes.

“Your superpower is so strong, no zombies can get close to you. I thought… even if you fell into the zombie swarm, you could come out safely.”

He didn’t expect X to fall.

Even less did he expect that X couldn’t come out after falling.

Neither point made sense.

That was X, the strongest superpower user in the entire base.

And X’s superpower was so special…

How could X die in the zombie swarm?

Too absurd.

But whether Mu Si was willing to believe it or not, the fact was so.

Everything had happened.

He indirectly and directly caused X’s death.

Fatal harm had been caused and could never be undone.

Mu Si saying these now wasn’t delusionally trying to redeem anything, or exonerate himself and lessen his guilt.

Just because he needed to say it.

He needed to confess for his actions, and… bear the consequences.

X watched him coldly, his expression unchanged.

Perhaps disbelieving.

Or perhaps indifferent.

What should be said had been said. Mu Si lowered his head, fingers unconsciously pinching the hem of his clothes, waiting for his sentence.

Mu Si heard the sound of X getting up and approaching.

The combat boots from the base military stepping on the floor sounded like a death knell tolling for him.

Mu Si leaned against the wall to support his weak limbs.

A bit scared, yet seemingly not that scared.

Compared to being eaten by strange zombies, being eaten by X didn’t seem that bad.

When X stood in front of him, his tall figure enveloping him.

Mu Si closed his eyes in fear, stiffened his shoulders, turned his head actively, exposing his slender neck tense with trembling.

Hoping X could be direct, end his life quickly, and not let him suffer too long.

He could feel X’s cold gaze falling on his face, then shifting to the skin of his neck.

Fingers wrapped in leather gloves pressed on the back of his neck.

A cold touch came, raising goosebumps all over his body.

That hand wearing a leather glove was rubbing the back of his neck.

A feeling like applying iodine for local disinfection before an injection.

Mu Si closed his eyes tightly, trying hard not to focus on what was happening, thinking about something else to divert attention.

For example… gloves.

When X went out on missions, he would wear gloves, and that day was naturally no exception.

After turning into a zombie, he didn’t take them off either.

However, X’s clothes seemed to have been changed.

Not the set worn that day.

When X appeared in the mall, he didn’t seem to have changed clothes. At that time, the clothes had obvious tears and stains, and the smell of blood.

But now, they were so close, yet Mu Si smelled nothing.

Not even the rotting smell that zombies should have.

Just smelling cold, like an ice sculpture.

While distracted, Mu Si felt X leaning down, skin with coolness touching his shoulders and neck.

Was it the tip of the nose, or lips?

Mu Si’s body tensed again, unconsciously raising his hand, clutching X’s lapel tightly.

Spirit fearing.

Body, due to this almost ambiguous familiar contact, associating with some scenes.

Unlike his superficial cold appearance, X liked to cling to him very much.

Before the apocalypse, he would restrain a little; after the apocalypse, no more scruples.

Perhaps surviving in such a chaotic world, facing endless zombies to kill, mental pressure was great and needed relief and venting.

Or maybe some other reasons…

Every time X came back from a mission, he would be particularly clingy to him.

Sometimes, even doing nothing, just lying in bed embracing, X never tired of it.

He would also tell some anecdotes from missions as stories to him.

Until Mu Si felt sleepy, eyelids fighting, falling into a deep sleep in his arms.

Contact like this now was very much like X when intimate with him.

The difference was, when X was intimate with him, there would always be hot breath falling on his neck, so hot that Mu Si wanted to push him away.

But now there was nothing.

Zombies naturally had no breath.

Mu Si’s nose was a bit sour.

Sniffing sadly, he was suddenly pushed away.

Back hitting the wall heavily, bones feeling like falling apart.

Mu Si looked up in pain, only to see X retreat several steps, glaring at him with a terrifying expression, looking like he wished to tear him apart.

So, X could still have expressions.

Could still have emotions other than indifference.

However, when zombies hunted prey, they would also have similar fierce and furious expressions.

But Mu Si didn’t understand why X was angry.

He also had no strength to investigate.

Mu Si slid down slowly along the wall, squatting on the ground clutching his stomach.

Unable to distinguish pain or hunger, his body felt terrible.

A few days after his parents divorced, Mu Si tried deliberately not eating, waiting for them to discover, waiting for them to ask, to gain a trace of guilt or attention.

At that time, he didn’t know that only being loved would be paid attention to and cared about.

Not being loved meant no one would care.

Mu Si buried his head between his knees, unknown how long passed, not even knowing when X left and came back.

He only smelled the enticing aroma of rice, then the crisp sound of dishes landing on the table.

Mu Si looked up stiffly, seeing X standing coldly by the table, looking down at him, saying nothing, then striding out of the room.

The door clicked shut, making a heavy collision sound.

Mu Si stared blankly for a long while, his gaze slowly shifting to the table, where a bowl of steaming porridge was placed.

For… him?

Would high-level zombies prepare food for reserve food?

Maybe.

Since keeping live creatures, one couldn’t let the live creatures starve to death before being eaten.

And zombies only liked to eat meat and live food. Feeding humans with things they didn’t eat was no loss to them.

Mu Si was really terribly hungry, supporting himself on the wall to get up, walking towards the table.

On the table was a bowl of white porridge, rice boiled soft, without adding anything, looking extremely bland.

Mu Si had no choice. He sat by the table, holding the bowl, drinking in big gulps, not even caring about the heat.

Hot porridge falling into the stomach warmed Mu Si all over, even his cold limbs gradually getting warmth.

So, it’s hard for people to starve themselves to death.

When unbearably hungry, one would try to eat everything edible, even if it was “feed” used by zombies to feed him.

Mu Si drank a bowl of porridge cleanly, holding the bowl, still a bit unsatisfied.

Looking up, he saw the livestream bullet comments were extremely lively.

[Are you kidding, what kind of cold-faced washing underwear behavior is this from X?]

[Brother X is worthy of being Brother X.]

[Maybe he wants to fatten up before eating?]

[Look how starved the child is, poor dirty bun, eat more, feed X full later.]

[What a hell joke.]

[Don’t be so desperate. Isn’t X still alive? Although living as in living dead, as long as he is still in this world, Little Cake still has a chance to reform.]

[Turned into a zombie, how to reform? Didn’t you see, Little Cake was almost eaten just now, that mouth landed on the neck!]

[Thinking about it, only if Little Cake sacrifices his body to feed the zombie, is it possible to be judged as successful reformation.]

Sacrificing body to feed the zombie?

Mu Si raised his hand to touch his neck.

Feed the zombie then. He had no choice anyway.

When the apocalypse just arrived, two choices were placed before him.

He chose X lying quietly beside him.

From then on, he lost the ability to choose.

He turned himself into a dodder flower parasitic on X, living by absorbing X’s nutrients.

The dodder flower would kill the host.

But when the host died, the dodder flower finding no new host would also die with it.

He had lost X, who else could he cling to?

Perhaps due to just drinking a bellyful of porridge, Mu Si was a bit sleepy.

He was too lazy to think about those contents anymore.

After being captured by X, he gradually gave up struggling.

Even the will to survive dropped to the lowest.

Eat when there’s food, sleep when there’s a bed.

Whenever X decided to move the reserve food, grabbed him out and ate him, he would die.

Mu Si climbed into bed, buried himself in the soft quilt, and fell asleep.

Such life didn’t last too long.

Probably on the third day, Mu Si, sleeping in total darkness, was lifted out of the quilt by X.

A set of clothes was thrown on him by X.

Did this mean asking him to change clothes?

Although confused, Mu Si began to unbutton cooperatively.

These days he did nothing but eat and sleep, wearing only a single layer. Once unbuttoned, a large expanse of fair and smooth skin was revealed.

Mu Si was used to undressing in front of X, and didn’t feel anything wrong at first.

When putting on new clothes, Mu Si remembered that this X in front of him was a zombie.

Undressing in front of a zombie, was it equivalent to food taking off its packaging bag by itself?

Mu Si paused his hand buttoning the collar, looking up at X by the bed.

X didn’t look at him, but turned his head to look at the empty sofa, unknown what he was thinking.

Sensing Mu Si’s gaze, X turned back, met Mu Si’s eyes, and quickly looked away.

Looking down at the shoes on the floor, signaling him to get out of bed.

Mu Si obediently matched X’s request, dressing, putting on shoes, wearing a mask, and then going out.

Really strange…

Mu Si followed behind X with his head down, raising his hand to touch the air-filtering mask on his face.

Clearly X said nothing from beginning to end, made no sound, yet he was clear about X’s meaning.

Mu Si followed X downstairs, then was stuffed into a car.

Mu Si’s gaze swept over the cabinets, tables and chairs, and bed in the car.

It was an RV.

Before in the early apocalypse, when X took him away from the chaotic city, he also got such an RV.

The main purpose was to cook for Mu Si with a delicate stomach at any time.

Taking him into the car now should be taking him as an ingredient.

X sat in the driver’s seat, looking at Mu Si through the rearview mirror.

Mu Si hurriedly sat down on the sofa chair behind.

The vehicle started slowly.

Turned into a zombie, yet still retained driving skills.

But thinking that X could even cook, it wasn’t surprising.

Wonder if he could still talk…

Mu Si imagined what a zombie would say.

“You smell delicious” “Eat more, get fatter” “No food left, eating you today”.

Hmm…

Better not talk.

Mu Si propped his elbows on the table, turning his head to watch the retreating buildings outside the window, paying attention to the focused driving X from the corner of his eye.

A feeling of returning to the early apocalypse.

The world overturned, X taking him and their small home, breaking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, heading for the unknown front, like going on a grand journey.

Only now everything had changed.

X turned into a zombie.

He was the reserve food X carried with him.

And the RV was the prison confining him.

【Detected anchor’s low reformation will, triggered guide mission.】

【Mission: Hold hands with Zombie Emperor X for one minute.】

【Holding hands can bring a sense of security and belonging, enhance trust, stabilize emotions, and is the best choice to deepen feelings for each other. Please complete the mission as soon as possible.】

【Countdown: 10 minutes.】

Mu Si: “???”

Is the livestream room crazy or is he crazy?

Holding hands with a zombie?

Deepening feelings with a zombie???