SGT CH98: You Smell Delicious

◎Just like the intimate whispers of the past◎

“Aix…”

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

For a moment, Mousse felt that Aix was alive.

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

High-level zombies generally possessed certain intelligence.

Aix 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.

Mousse wasn’t sure if this Aix 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.”

Mousse’s lips trembled, fingers pinching his thigh, forcing himself to suppress the fear and trembling in his heart, meeting Aix’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 Aix to fall.

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

Neither point made sense.

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

And Aix’s superpower was so special…

How could Aix die in the zombie swarm?

Too absurd.

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

Everything had happened.

He indirectly and directly caused Aix’s death.

Fatal harm had been caused and could never be undone.

Mousse 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.

Aix watched him coldly, his expression unchanged.

Perhaps disbelieving.

Or perhaps indifferent.

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

Mousse heard the sound of Aix getting up and approaching.

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

Mousse 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 Aix didn’t seem that bad.

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

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

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

He could feel Aix’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.

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

For example… gloves.

When Aix 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, Aix’s clothes seemed to have been changed.

Not the set worn that day.

When Aix 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 Mousse smelled nothing.

Not even the rotting smell that zombies should have.

Just smelling cold, like an ice sculpture.

While distracted, Mousse felt Aix leaning down, skin with coolness touching his shoulders and neck.

Was it the tip of the nose, or lips?

Mousse’s body tensed again, unconsciously raising his hand, clutching Aix’s lapel tightly.

Spirit fearing.

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

Unlike his superficial cold appearance, Aix 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 Aix came back from a mission, he would be particularly clingy to him.

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

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

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

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

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

But now there was nothing.

Zombies naturally had no breath.

Mousse’s nose was a bit sour.

Sniffing sadly, he was suddenly pushed away.

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

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

So, Aix 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 Mousse didn’t understand why Aix was angry.

He also had no strength to investigate.

Mousse 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, Mousse 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.

Mousse buried his head between his knees, unknown how long passed, not even knowing when Aix left and came back.

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

Mousse looked up stiffly, seeing Aix 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.

Mousse 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.

Mousse 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.

Mousse 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 Mousse 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.

Mousse 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 Aix?]

[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 Aix full later.]

[What a hell joke.]

[Don’t be so desperate. Isn’t Aix 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?

Mousse 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 Aix lying quietly beside him.

From then on, he lost the ability to choose.

He turned himself into a dodder flower parasitic on Aix, living by absorbing Aix’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 Aix, who else could he cling to?

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

He was too lazy to think about those contents anymore.

After being captured by Aix, 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 Aix decided to move the reserve food, grabbed him out and ate him, he would die.

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

Such life didn’t last too long.

Probably on the third day, Mousse, sleeping in total darkness, was lifted out of the quilt by Aix.

A set of clothes was thrown on him by Aix.

Did this mean asking him to change clothes?

Although confused, Mousse 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.

Mousse was used to undressing in front of Aix, and didn’t feel anything wrong at first.

When putting on new clothes, Mousse remembered that this Aix 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?

Mousse paused his hand buttoning the collar, looking up at Aix by the bed.

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

Sensing Mousse’s gaze, Aix turned back, met Mousse’s eyes, and quickly looked away.

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

Mousse obediently matched Aix’s request, dressing, putting on shoes, wearing a mask, and then going out.

Really strange…

Mousse followed behind Aix with his head down, raising his hand to touch the air-filtering mask on his face.

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

Mousse followed Aix downstairs, then was stuffed into a car.

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

It was an RV.

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

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

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

Aix sat in the driver’s seat, looking at Mousse through the rearview mirror.

Mousse hurriedly sat down on the sofa chair behind.

The vehicle started slowly.

Turned into a zombie, yet still retained driving skills.

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

Wonder if he could still talk…

Mousse imagined what a zombie would say.

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

Hmm…

Better not talk.

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

A feeling of returning to the early apocalypse.

The world overturned, Aix 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.

Aix turned into a zombie.

He was the reserve food Aix 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 Aix 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.】

Mousse: “???”

Is the livestream room crazy or is he crazy?

Holding hands with a zombie?

Deepening feelings with a zombie???

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