SGT CH121: Extra

121 if Extra: If Mousse was the one turned into a zombie

◎ Aix actively puffed out his chest and offered it up, “Come, eat.” ◎

【if Extra: If the one infected into a zombie was Mousse】

【Timeline: Mousse followed the ability user squad to the Sixth Hospital and encountered a zombie horde controlled by a high-level psychic zombie. Aix volunteered to stay behind to cover the retreat, protecting the healer who wasn’t good at fighting and getting him onto the car. Mousse was injured by a zombie.】

Bang—

A gunshot rang out. The zombie quietly creeping up to the car was shot dead and fell heavily to the ground.

Mousse felt a wave of daze, a burning pain radiating from his arm.

His body heat was draining away, his limbs growing cold. His ears were filled with noisy sounds, overlapping figures swaying.

He subconsciously looked for Aix’s figure.

At a glance, he saw that familiar figure in the chaotic zombie horde.

The other party carried a slender boy in white by the waist, dodging the zombie siege with agility. In a blink of an eye, he reached the off-road vehicle at the end of the convoy, opened the door, and stuffed the boy inside.

Aix looked up in Mousse’s direction, manipulated giant plants to intercept the zombie horde chasing from behind, and rushed toward the modified bus where the other party was.

“Si Si.”

Aix boarded the vehicle. Seeing Mousse standing alone by the door, he reached out to take his hand, wanting to pull him into his embrace.

“Why do you look so pale? Were you scared?”

Mousse took a step back, avoiding his outstretched hand.

Aix was slightly stunned. Meeting Mousse’s cold eyes, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but his gaze touched the bloodstain on Mousse’s left arm first.

Aix’s pupils contracted sharply. He immediately strode forward, grabbing Mousse’s arm to examine it.

“You’re injured? How did you get hurt?”

Tripped and fell? Scraped against something sharp? Or…

Looking at the bright red blood soaking the clothes, Aix couldn’t care about the risk of exposing his ability. He subconsciously activated his healing ability, wanting to treat Mousse.

“Don’t touch me!”

Mousse suddenly shook off his hand, glaring at him with reddened eyes.

“Si Si…”

The car fell silent for a moment. Several team members looked at each other.

Someone whispered:

“Captain… he, he seems to have been scratched by a zombie.”

“What did you say?!”

Aix turned back in horror, remembering the zombie body he glimpsed on the ground before getting on the car. His face instantly turned pale.

“That was a zombie with only stealth abilities. It crept up to the car; we didn’t spot it in time…”

Ordinary people scratched by zombies with abilities would inevitably be infected and turn into zombies, irreversibly.

Aix suddenly grabbed Mousse’s arm, disregarding his resistance, and exerted his healing ability to treat him.

Bright and warm white light covered Mousse’s arm, almost enveloping the entire limb.

Such obvious ability fluctuations naturally couldn’t be hidden.

Especially since there was a healer in the convoy; everyone was very clear about the effects of healing abilities.

Several team members nearby all showed shocked expressions.

“Captain, aren’t you a plant-type ability user? You also have healing…”

“It hurts!!!”

Mousse was burned by the white light blooming on his arm until he almost fainted from pain.

His face lost all color, covered in cold sweat. He wanted to shake off Aix’s hand but couldn’t.

Desperate from the pain, he frantically bit at Aix’s wrist.

Just as his teeth were about to touch Aix’s wrist, Mousse suddenly realized something. He hurriedly closed his mouth, his upper and lower teeth crashing together heavily.

His body followed the inertia and slammed headfirst onto Aix’s arm. Mousse fainted completely.

Aix caught Mousse’s limp body, hugging him tightly. His limbs felt waves of coldness, his heart full of panic.

Healing abilities wouldn’t cause pain to people.

On the contrary, if used on a zombie, it would cause intense pain like purification and erasure.

The zombie virus had already penetrated deep into Mousse’s body.

Everything was irreversible.

“Captain, my condolences…”

Buzzcut walked closer slowly, placing a gun beside Aix.

Seeing this, Aix’s originally unfocused gaze gathered again. He asked coldly:

“What do you mean?”

“He has already turned into a zombie. He just tried to bite you… After becoming a zombie, he is no longer that person, just a monster wearing his skin, a walking corpse with only hunting instincts left.”

Buzzcut persuaded: “Death is the best release for him.”

Anger ignited in Aix’s heart. He picked up Mousse horizontally and kicked Buzzcut, sending him flying directly.

Buzzcut flew from the front row to the back seat of the bus, crashing heavily into the rear window. The glass shattered at the sound, and Buzzcut spat out a mouthful of blood violently.

“Get lost!” Aix said coldly.

“Captain…”

Buzzcut wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wanting to persuade again.

Aix looked around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each team member. The ability users all lowered their heads, daring not meet his eyes.

Aix knew their thoughts clearly; they all hoped he would shoot and kill Mousse.

Back when the team’s healer was injured by a zombie, these people didn’t behave like this.

Of course, the healer was a teammate they entrusted their lives to; Mousse, to them, was just an outsider.

But Mousse was his everything.

Aix couldn’t let go.

“There’s still a chance…”

The healer who showed signs of mutation back then could be saved by a psychic crystal nucleus; Mousse definitely could too.

Wasn’t there a psychic zombie in the Sixth Hospital?

Aix prepared to return to the Sixth Hospital.

But he dared not leave Mousse alone in the convoy again.

Previously, he placed Mousse on the supply truck with the most ability users before leaving, yet got the result of Mousse being scratched and infected.

Now that Mousse had shown signs of turning into a zombie, the people in the convoy would tolerate him even less.

Aix activated his spatial ability and left holding Mousse.

“Captain? The Captain disappeared?!”

“It’s a spatial ability!”

“What’s going on? Isn’t the Captain a plant-type ability user? How come he has both healing and spatial abilities?”

The ability users were shocked, exclamations rising one after another in the car.

Suddenly, someone asked: “Where did the Captain go? Will he come back?”

“Probably… yes? He couldn’t possibly abandon everything for a boyfriend who has already turned into a zombie…”

The voice gradually lowered, the tone not so certain.

Anyone could see how much the Captain cared about his boyfriend.

Aix, who had only used plant-type abilities even in the most critical moments before, revealed two other never-before-used abilities in a single moment for his boyfriend scratched by a zombie.

“The Captain went to find that psychic zombie, right? But even if he gets that zombie’s crystal nucleus, that person can’t use it. He’s just an ordinary person; he can’t absorb a high-level zombie’s crystal nucleus.”

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Aix settled Mousse in a park far away from the Sixth Hospital.

He planted several mutant plants as protection.

Then he kissed Mousse’s forehead and disappeared from the spot.

However, he failed to bring back the psychic crystal nucleus.

That high-level psychic zombie, seeing no escape, chose to self-destruct its crystal nucleus.

Amidst the huge explosion, fire swept through the Sixth Hospital.

Aix used his spatial ability to return to the park where Mousse was settled, his figure more wretched than ever before.

Even though he had no wounds on his body, he looked riddled with holes.

He walked to Mousse’s side, picked up Mousse sleeping among the flowers, his fingertips touching Mousse’s slightly cool skin, his fingers trembling violently.

No, there’s still a chance.

Aix tried hard to calm his chaotic breathing, forcing himself to be calm.

The psychic zombie’s crystal nucleus was destroyed in the self-destruction.

But there was another psychic crystal nucleus nearby.

That crystal nucleus was close at hand.

Right… inside his chest cavity.

Aix raised his hand, his fingertips covered with cold, sharp metal.

He unbuttoned his clothes, pulled open his lapel, revealing a solid, muscular chest.

Aix pressed his metal-covered fingers against his chest, like a scalpel, cutting open the skin.

Mousse in his arms suddenly moved, tilting his head as if smelling something, searching for the source of the scent.

“Si Si?”

Aix felt the movement in his arms and looked over in surprise, only to meet a pair of suddenly opened crimson eyes.

Aix froze on the spot, his heart sinking to the bottom.

Mousse with crimson eyes slowly turned his head, his emotionless eyes turning blankly, finally focusing on Aix’s bleeding chest.

Mousse opened his mouth, revealing small sharp teeth on both sides, and pounced fiercely at Aix’s chest.

His nose smashed into the solid, full muscles, knowing no pain at all, just opening his mouth to bite and refusing to let go.

Aix held Mousse dazedly, letting him gnaw on his body, his heart desolate.

Mousse had completely mutated into a zombie, faster than he thought.

Back then, the healer lasted a whole night before showing signs of mutation.

He thought he had time, thought Mousse could wait for him to rush back…

But how could Mousse, an ordinary person, compare in physical fitness to an ability user?

Moreover, the zombie that scratched Mousse was a special zombie with abilities.

It was too late.

Once completely mutated into a zombie, it was irreversible; no psychic crystal nucleus would be useful.

Aix lay back, his eyes open vacantly, letting the zombified Mousse suck and bite at his chest, his heart aching terribly.

Since he couldn’t save Mousse, let him die together with Mousse.

Die in the mouth of Mousse turned zombie.

However, Aix waited for a long time. Night fell, the bright moon hung high, yet death did not come.

Even though Mousse kept buried in his chest biting him.

Was he eating this slowly?

After so long, he hadn’t even finished the flesh on the front of his chest.

He looked down and saw Mousse with crimson eyes struggling with a small piece of flesh on his chest, grinding back and forth with those small sharp teeth on both sides.

And his chest, apart from being bitten a bit red, was intact.

Even the scratch he made himself with his fingertip was almost healed, no longer bleeding.

Aix suddenly realized.

He had a body enhancement ability. Mousse, transformed from an ordinary person into an ordinary zombie… couldn’t bite through him.

After sucking the blood seeping from his chest, Mousse hadn’t managed to eat a single mouthful of meat.

The reason he hadn’t noticed all along was that he was grieving over losing Mousse, his heart aching so badly he had no mind to distinguish between physical pain and the pain of being bitten and gnawed.

Aix was speechless for a moment.

He reached out, touching Mousse’s small sharp teeth with his finger pad. It was bitten immediately, but the skin wasn’t even broken.

A thousand emotions clogged Aix’s chest.

His gaze toward Mousse was both sad and nostalgic, carrying a bit of helplessness.

“How come you can’t even eat meat brought to your mouth? So weak… how will you survive in the apocalypse in the future?”

“Ao-wu—”

Mousse bit the finger in his mouth and tugged hard, a low growl of protecting food coming from his throat.

Aix sighed softly and patted his head.

He actively used his hand to cut open the just-healed wound on his chest, pressed Mousse’s head down a bit, and said:

“Come, eat.”

“Ao-wu!”

Smelling the scent of fresh blood, Mousse pounced excitedly.

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