No one wants to get hurt, and everyone has an instinctive resistance to the zombies who are crawling back up. Everyone is trying to avoid being hurt by them. One zombie can be easily dealt with, but when surrounded by many zombies, there is no way to escape at all. Getting hurt is also unavoidable, and being able to survive is already lucky.
"How long have you been bitten?" Mr. Toker took out the pen from his jacket pocket and fiddled with the wound twice. "Does it hurt?"
The student shook his head: "It doesn't hurt much. I've been bitten for half an hour." Although he didn't feel any pain, he was disgusted by his disgusting wound and didn't even want to look at it.
Mr. Tok nodded and asked the students to go to Instructor Will, then continued to check the students lined up behind him. All the students who were bitten or scratched by the "living dead" were taken to Instructor Will. Suwan watched from the side and had a bad feeling. Although the students were a little confused, they were the most disciplined and no one objected.
After Mr. Tok checked the students in front of him, he looked up and saw Suwan and Angela. The expression on his face was indescribable and a little strange: "You were bitten too?"
Suwan and Angela shook their heads quickly, and Mr. Tok breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be relieved for Suwan and Angela, and then Mr. Tok saw the cloth wrapped around Suwan's hand and asked her, "What's going on?"
"It's just a minor injury," Suwan said, but Mr. Tok was serious: "Let me see." Suwan had no choice but to take off the cloth strips to show him. Her palm was red and swollen, and it didn't look like she was injured by those zombies. Mr. Tok looked at the wound and wanted to touch Suwan's wound with a pen, but Suwan dodged it. Mr. Tok then found that the pen was still stained with pus from the student's wound. Mr. Tok then unscrewed the pen and poked Suwan's red and swollen palm with the tip of the pen and asked her: "Does it hurt?"
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts," Mr. Toker showed no mercy. The sharp tip of the pen poked Suwan's swollen flesh twice, causing Suwan to jump and almost twitch in pain. Mr. Toker was satisfied instead, and looked at Angela for advice. Angela blinked, afraid that Mr. Toker would also poke her with the tip of the pen. She consciously pulled up her sleeves to show her arms to Mr. Toker, and turned around in front of him and said, "I'm not hurt."
Mr. Tok was finally relieved. Angela and Suwan were both students he liked very much. It would be a pity if they were infected in this conflict.
The researchers walked out of the area isolated by the guards. When Zoe walked past Instructor Will, she looked up at him and met his eyes. Instructor Will's face immediately turned ugly. He knew that Zoe was urging him to act quickly.
Suwan looked at Instructor Will and the injured trainees lined up on his side, then looked at Zoe. She thought for a moment and limped after them.
"Wait a minute...Zoe?" Suwan called out Zoe's name uncertainly when they reached a place with fewer people. Thank God she remembered it correctly. Zoe stopped and looked back at her, very surprised: "Suwan, what do you want from me?"
Suwan was a little flattered that Zoe still remembered her.
"What will happen to the students who were bitten and scratched by the living dead? This is beyond imagination. I have never seen or heard of it. It is simply a nightmare. Their wounds are like the rotting flesh of the dead. Do you understand what I mean?" Suwan was a little anxious and said incoherently: "Is there really a vaccine that can heal their injuries?"
Zoe greeted the other researchers and stood there looking at her, biting her lip and thinking for a moment: "You want to know?"
"Yes, of course," Suwan nodded immediately.
"I'm going to sort out the research materials that were rescued. You can come and help me," Zoe said, and turned to leave. Suwan understood what she meant and quickly followed her.
"You're right, this is a nightmare, something that will happen at the end of the world," Zoe whispered to Suwan as they walked together, when no one was paying attention to them. Compared to Charlotte's flamboyant long blond hair, Zoe's hair color was very dark, a dark red short hair that was darker than burgundy, with slightly longer ends. As she moved closer to Suwan to talk, her hair brushed past Suwan's earlobes, making Suwan's ears feel itchy, and he turned his head away uncomfortably.
"You were arguing with Instructor Will just now. Is it related to them?"
"I'll have Instructor Will execute them."
"What?!" Suwan stopped suddenly.
Zoe also stopped, her lake green eyes focused on Suwan, and she calmly repeated, "I asked Instructor Will to kill them."
"You're crazy!"
"I'm not crazy. They will die soon. This is a relief for them."
Suwan looked at Zoe in disbelief, stunned in place: "What did you say?"
"You shouldn't have followed me, and you shouldn't have asked me." Zoe looked around and still chose to tell Suwan the truth. She said, "They will die soon. Within four hours, their body temperature will rise, they will have symptoms of high fever, and their heart rate will beat too fast and they will die suddenly. You saw their wounds, they are not wounds that living people would have."
Suwan saw the wounds, rotten and oozing with pus, with the surrounding muscle tissue corroded and blurred. They were not the wounds of a living person.
"Can't you just save them? They just survived and we just won." Suwan grabbed Zoe's hand and begged her in a trembling voice.
"They are beyond help," Zoe said matter-of-factly. "They have been infected and there is no hope for them. And it won't take long after they die for them to turn into those things."
Became that thing.
What?
A monster that is neither human nor ghost.
Suwan understood immediately.
"You are so cold-blooded," Suwan said angrily, looking at Zoe's expressionless face.
Zoe suddenly pulled her hand away from Suwan's, still looking at her calmly: "The accident was not caused by me, I am trying to make amends. You are a soldier, I thought you would understand that I made the right decision, it seems that I was wrong," Zoe said, looked at Suwan, shrugged and smiled: "But it's nice to chat with you, I'm also glad that you were not bitten or scratched by that thing, I hope you can stay safe," Zoe said sincerely, then turned and walked towards the direction where the researchers gathered without stopping.
Suwan is indeed a soldier, but what happened today was too absurd. She needed an excuse to vent her anxiety and indignation. Zoe made a rational judgment, but because she was too rational, she seemed cold-blooded.
And Suwan suddenly remembered that Charlotte was the culprit of the accident.
The broken blue test tube.
No wonder the guards who touched the test tubes were shot and put in solitary confinement. It was because the experiment was not stable yet, so they were afraid of causing any adverse effects. Or maybe they saw the reporter alive and wanted to prevent them from leaking anything, so they executed them. But this was a bit unnecessary, because the secret could no longer be kept secret in less than a day. Suwan was put in solitary confinement for this reason, and because she saw the reporter and the test tubes, the researchers were afraid that she would find out something.
The cause of the accident was that the test tube was broken, causing the drug to leak.
But the reason Charlotte did this was to stop the war and prevent more people from getting hurt. She never thought that her actions would cause a disaster.
So who should be blamed?
Suwan's knees started to hurt again. The medical staff gave her an anesthetic injection. Although it allowed Suwan to walk normally temporarily, it could not completely stop the pain. Suwan had to squat down and gently press her knees. She was sweating and dared not move until Angela came to her and helped her back.
"What's wrong with you? You don't look well."
"Nothing," Suwan said weakly, putting his arm around Angela's shoulders.
The students who were not bitten or scratched by the zombies registered with Mr. Tok. Angela helped Suwan to register. Will and several instructors passed by them with the students who were bitten or scratched by the zombies, saying that they would take them for special treatment. Several students had already developed fever symptoms, including the student who had helped Suwan to queue up for treatment. He was pressing his forehead, suspecting that he had a fever. When passing by him, Suwan suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Angela, who was supporting her, noticed it immediately.
Suwan bit her lip, glanced at the group of students who followed Instructor Will away, and shook her head slightly.
"Are you in pain from walking too fast again?" Seeing Suwan's unhappy expression, Angela considerately slowed down her pace, and Suwan did not refute.
When the two people were registering, they heard gunshots coming from a building not far away. Although the sound was very small, the students had sharp senses and they all heard the gunshots.
"What's going on?" Although she couldn't see anything because of the building, Angela still looked in the direction where the gunshots came from.
"Maybe there are still al-Qaeda members hiding," Suwan paused before signing his name, then gritted his teeth and wrote his name on the register. 'Yiwei SU.'
Angela nodded, accepting this.
The researchers refused to say anything and the trainees were kept in the dark. Suwan knew something but could not say it.
What are you saying? Should we tell them that those students who were bitten did not go for special treatment but were shot to death by the instructors?
Killing them is the so-called 'special treatment'.
Those who were not injured were registered after being checked and confirmed to be safe by medical staff. Everyone was allowed to return to the dormitory to pack their belongings. Although it was only fifteen minutes, it was enough because apart from weapons and equipment, there was not much else that these trainees needed to take away.
Suwan returned to the dormitory with Angela's help. Students and instructors were running hurriedly in the dormitory building. There were several bodies with head injuries lying in the corridor. There was blood everywhere on the ground and walls. It was unknown whether it was caused by the exchange of fire with al-Qaeda members or the fight with the zombies. But no one would come to clean up this time. Everyone turned a blind eye and prepared to evacuate Belster College.