"Generally, you will die within 24 hours of infection. Are you sure it wasn't because your bed partner was too enthusiastic to bite?"
Si Nan sat behind the door with his arms on his knees and shook his head.
Zhou Rong wanted to say something, the doctor put down the thermometer and said: "Your person has a fever, Captain Zhou. It is thirty-seven degrees and nine, and the initial symptoms of infection should be isolated immediately."
Everyone around them changed color, and some people stepped back not far away, and the buzzing sound swept through the crowd like electric sparks: "He is infected..." "Will he turn into a monster?" "Go away, stay away!"
A man bravely said loudly: "Get him out! There are civilians here, what if he bites someone?!"
The echoes became louder, and Yan Hao said angrily: "He is not infected! Otherwise, the road would have mutated! There are zombies outside, where should he go?"
Whispering around: "A soldier is a horizontal..."
"that is!… "
Zhou Rong squatted in front of Sinan, suddenly stretched out his hand and forcibly raised his chin.
Sinan's complexion is cold and white, which is very different from that of Asians. His lips are chapped and slightly tired. When his eyes are slightly lowered, he looks like his mother, which is in stark contrast to Zhou Rong's hands full of guns and strong bones.
Zhou Rong looked at him coldly for a moment, then suddenly got up and said, "Put him in the warehouse office and keep watching."
The doctor disapproved: "Captain Zhou..."
Zhou Rong said: "My people, I am responsible."
The warehouse office is a small single room separated by plywood, five square meters in size. Before the outbreak of the virus, it was the place where the on-duty staff were on duty. The thin hollow wooden door was equipped with an old-fashioned spring lock, and there was an iron latch inside.
With his back against the wall, Sinan sat in the corner with one hand on his bent knee. After a while, Zhou Rong pushed in the door and closed the door with his backhand, blocking out Yan Hao and Chuncao who were following suit.
"Here."
Sinan raised his eyes and saw a meat floss bread in front of him.
"I got it from the warehouse, let's eat it."
Sinan watched for a few seconds without moving before turning his face away.
"Why, it's only for you for a long time, because you look good and go on a hunger strike?" Zhou Rong snorted: "Tell you, the best thing in my life is to love Xiangxiyu, and the best thing is to destroy flowers with hot hands. What Omega information was when I was training Su and the beautiful spy seduced by turns, and later the airborne captain, Yan Hao, took the lead and refused to obey, and was beaten to death by Laozi three times a day... Eat the food, don't think I dare not come hard."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Sinan finally told the truth:
"... The supplies are limited, don't waste them."
Zhou Rong showed undisguised ridicule, threw the bread into Sinan's arms and said, "Girl, how can you be so hypocritical like an Omega."
Simon: "..."
Zhou Rong clapped his hands and turned away.
·
It was getting late, and soon there were sounds of people walking around and distributing food from outside the door.
Sinan thought about it for a long time, but still ate the bread. The food soothed his nerves. He leaned against the corner and unknowingly fell asleep, his consciousness wandering in the awake and hazy, as if traveling through thousands of miles of damp and cold wind, watching the earth toppled in the war beneath him.
He seemed to be back when he was very young, the heavy gate of the manor slowly opened in front of him, the crystal chandeliers were brilliant, the hand-woven carpets were heavy and complicated, and they went straight to the top along the marble spiral escalator. A boy in a black suit hugged his arms, leaned on the handrail on the penultimate level of the stairs, looked down at him for a while, and suddenly said meanly, "You are so ugly."
He felt his nails pierce deep into the flesh of his palm and wanted to back away, but he couldn't even turn around in his dream.
The boy jumped down the stairs, took three steps and came to the front, suddenly reached out to grab his hair, forcing him to look up at himself: "I'll be your brother from now on, understand?"
Sinan's chest was heaving and he felt the hot and sour airflow repeatedly cut his trachea. He wanted to hit the person with a punch, but in the dream, he suddenly became very young, and he couldn't even reach with his hands, so he could only stare at the arrogant face. , and mocking azure eyes.
I'm going to punch you... he thought.
One day, I'm going to beat you down at my feet...
In an instant, the camera changed, and the memory passed away like a fleeting sight. The boy's abominable face gradually matured and toughened, turning into the surprise and consternation in the other picture, and was immediately knocked back by a punch.
boom!
The noise receded like a tide, he picked up the man's collar, and saw blood dripping from the corner of his nose and mouth; those blue eyes that had been watching him all the time for many years, turned into a dark gray of wind and rain: "...you've been wanting to beat me for a long time, haven't you?..."
Yes.
Always.
But he didn't answer, instead a right uppercut, heavy and clean, the crack of the bridge of his nose cracked from his fingers, and he could clearly recall that pleasant feeling long, long later. touch.
…
As night fell, Sinan had a fever.
In a trance, he felt that his body was very hot, as if he was in the warm and empty deep sea, and he couldn't step on the bottom. The footsteps came and went, and there were disputes and quarrels, and it was hard to tell whose voice was sharp: "You must send him away, he may mutate at any time!"
"Your life as a soldier is valuable, do we deserve to take the risk?!"
"What to do, he's already infected, we're all done..."
The sound of pushing, shoving and beating went from far to near, and then suddenly disappeared from the ear, as if it were indistinct across the water. After an unknown amount of time, footsteps suddenly stopped beside him, then squatted down and covered him with thick clothes.
Sinan struggled uncomfortably, but the man wrapped him tightly, not even letting go of the seam of his neck.
"It's normal sickness, and I'm exhausted." The man said, "Beta's physique is not good. I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it if I burn like this."
"Brother Rong..."
The man stood up and whispered, "Give me the car keys and I'll go out."
When he woke up from his coma again, Sinan felt that someone was stuffing something into his mouth. He reluctantly opened his eyes, and he could not see five fingers around him, and it was only after a few seconds that he could barely see a trace of light from the crack of the door.
"Drink some water," Zhou Rong said, involuntarily taking a sip of the military water bottle for him.
Sinan swallowed the water, feeling his mouth full of bitterness, and realized that the tablet that had just been shoved into his teeth had melted: "...you..."
"Antipyretics."
… where did you get the antipyretic
Zhou Rong took off his coat and threw it on the ground, sat down with his buttocks, squeezed into the same corner with him without hesitation, and reprimanded in a low voice: "I said you are stupid or stupid, go to the pharmacy to find food, I don't know what to search for. Do you bring your usual medicines? Well, I have a fever, which made me drive 20 kilometers back and forth in the middle of the night, almost not a night snack for the hundreds of zombies on the street. If it wasn't for your good looks …”
Sinan coughed in a muffled voice, and said hoarsely, "No need to thank you for saving you during the day."
Zhou Rong immediately stopped speaking.
Sinan recovered a little bit of energy, and just wanted to tease a few words, when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of corruption and blood coming from his feet - it was Zhou Rong's coat that had just been thrown on the ground.
He reached out and felt the cloth, which was sticky and damp.
In the darkness, they could only hear each other's deep breaths, and after a while, Sinan whispered, "...Thank you."
Zhou Rong said, "No thanks."
With a light click of the lighter, Zhou Rong leaned his back against the wall, lit a cigarette, exhaled a breath of relaxing white mist, and asked with a smile, "Did you dream just now? Listening to you muttering something, it's like swearing at someone. ."
"… "
"Are you homesick?" Zhou Rong asked casually.
Simon shook his head.
"What kind of job did you do in the past? You are good at it. Is it a personal bodyguard or a police officer?"
Simon shook his head again and didn't answer.
"Don't be so nervous, just relax and chat. If you don't have a fever but are really infected, you will die later. Brother is the last person you can entrust to your will." Zhou Rong squeezed his shoulder and asked him jokingly. : "Are you married? Do you have a partner?"
"… No."
"Very good, brother doesn't either, the whole team is all bachelors."
Sinan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said silently in his heart, that's because you took the lead.
Zhou Rong didn't realize it, he sighed with a cigarette in his mouth, and his tone was full of fascination: "The shelter in the B military region can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It is self-sufficient in water and electricity supply, and is completely isolated from the outside world. After the virus passes, the country will definitely arrange for you to stay there. Settled in city B, blind date, married, encouraged fertility, and supplemented the population loss during the disaster period…”
"And most of the Omegas rescued in Area B were in the fertile period, and the army was specially sent to protect them." Zhou Rong subconsciously licked his lips and smiled: "Tsk, really, who came up with this policy, The brain is really smart."
Sinan's voice was a little tight: "Why?"
"Every time a disaster strikes, Alpha is the main force for disaster relief. Whichever large refuge has more Alphas will have more ability to compete for resources, arms and territory - and Alpha will definitely take the initiative to gather in places with more Omegas. Then you can allocate Omega as a strategic resource, don’t you understand such a simple reason?”
Zhou Rong took a deep breath, and the red light between his fingers flickered. Sinan didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly his waist was poked: "What are you thinking, so fascinated?"
Sinan said casually: "You also want to go to Area B to get a strategic resource home?"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Rong refused categorically: "No!"
For a moment, Sinan thought he was going to say "because I have Yan Hao". But before he could be touched by the love between these two Beta gays, Zhou Rong said decisively, "I hate Omegas!"
"..." Sinan asked, "Why, Brother Rong?"
Zhou Rong changed his sitting position, stared at Sinan with bright eyes, and said earnestly, "Brother must give you a piece of life advice, dear: If you are looking for someone in the future, don't look for Omega."
"… "
"Look for Beta as much as possible."
"… "
The two looked at each other for a long time, and the corner of Sinan's mouth twitched slightly, and said, "That's what I planned."
Zhou Rong patted his shoulder in agreement.
Sinan asked sincerely: "But... why?"
He thought that Zhou Rong would use Yan Hao as an example of how Beta gays can also get the happiness of life, but Zhou Rong once again shattered his unrealistic fantasy about human nature. Zhou Rong said solemnly: "Because of Omega, there is a personality problem."
In the darkness, the two stared at each other, maintaining Zhou Rong's posture with one hand on Sinan's shoulder, and the tip of their noses were no more than ten centimeters apart.
After a long while, Sinan finally squeezed carefully into the corner, and asked cautiously and politely, "Brother Rong, have you ever been hurt by love?"
The words "love hurt" are obviously very new to Zhou Rong, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then shook his head after thinking for a moment: "To a certain extent, it is true that the feelings have been deceived, but it can't - in fact, it was many years ago. That's it. Have you heard of the International Special Forces Jungle Competition?"
Simon shook his head.
Zhou Rong said: "When I was 18 years old, I represented the country in the competition, and I was far ahead in points until I met a hostage in country A who claimed to be Chinese...a 15-year-old Omega child."