Co over here for a second. I beckoned to the six survivors who claid to have drunk that serum. I raised my pearl up to them individually for a quick check and nothing, as I had expected.
Are you sure that pearl of yours isnt a fake? The first of the survivors to claim to have drunk the serum -the aunty figure- eyed with barely disguised envy. She bluntly stated, Young lady, are you sure that antidote of yours is even real?
Hey now, when have I offended you? Why are you looking at like Ive stolen your husband?
Sigh. Aunty, the antidote is real. I patiently explained to the best of my ability. The detection device is real too.
Who are you calling an aunty? Do I look that old to you? The middle-aged womans face imdiately turned black. Im only sixty this year; the only reason I look a little old is because Im tired from overworking! Dont you know sixty is the pri of our lives? Hmph, now youre being rude, young lady!
She wasnt actually wrong about the sixty part. Thanks to dical advances, a woman at sixty was the equivalent of a woman in her thirties in the past. Yet for so reason or another, this middle-aged aunty did seem a lot older, resulting in stepping on that landmine
Honestly, her hostility towards was apparent even before I blundered I wonder when did I ever offend her?
Calm down, I will look into your situation, so just I did my best to placate her, but before I could get another word in, the sounds of soone banging against a door interrupted us
Bang! Bang! Bang! The heavy banging continued. It was that segregation room I had specifically dumped that annoying youth into which was causing this disturbance.
Completely focused on arguing with , the middle-aged aunty was startled to silence by the suddenness and sheer ferocity of the banging. Because the area we were in was a lounge for the staff, the doors were all made of sturdy wood. The full-bodied thud of the bangs were different from that of a tal doors banging. I knew right away that youth was the source.
Lady Mo Ke, that man has started to show signs of zombification The pilots voice started to trail off at the end, the weight of his blunder finally starting to sink in.
Didnt I tell you to make him drink it? I glared at the pilot. Through his holographic display, I could tell he was desperately trying to avoid my gaze.
It was inconvenient to feed him the antidote while in an exosuit The pilot feebly replied. So I left the antidote there for him to drink.
I guess my words an nothing to you then.
The blonde pilot imdiately lowered his head in sha. I did place the antidote there he just didnt drink it. Thats all
From his story, Im guessing he just wanted to inconvenience the youth a little. Probably to get so payback for or perhaps he thought I was exaggerating the situation. Most likely, both. Even so, the fact was that the antidote was within reach for the man. He could have drunk it anyti before the process started. He had only himself to bla for not doing so.
Regardless, it seems like this die has been cast for . Whatever reason motivated that pilot to do what he did is no longer important. Whats important is how do I minimise the fallout I am still under surveillance, after all I an Im livestreaming
Open the door.
But
Lady Mo Ke told you to open the door, didnt she?! Sima Junmo finally lost his temper with the younger pilot, smacking him on his head. Now, get to it!
Even his team leader had spoken, what else was that pilot to do at this point.
Having just reprimanded his subordinate, Simo Junmo imdiately turned around to , face as gentle as sumr breeze, as if that barking monster from before was soone else entirely. Lady Mo Ke, this is all my fault for not controlling my n well. If theres any way I can make up for this, do not be shy.
I threw the man an annoyed look. You can start by calling SIR Mo Ke.
Haha. Lady Mo Ke is such a kidder.
I wasnt joking!
Hahaha
Bah.
Not long after our quick exchange, the blonde pilot had the door to the segregation room opened.
Rawr!
The zombie pounced out the mont the door was even slightly ajar. Its sudden appearance sent shockwaves through the survivors. Screams started to erupt amongst their ranks as their already fragile ntal state was pushed past the brink.
Now that it was fully a zombie, it had lost all sense of reason. The only thought left in its head was to grab the living and feast on them. It just so happened that the blonde exosuit pilot was the closest.
Still safely protected by his exosuit, the blonde pilot easily grabbed the zombie by his arm, subduing it in a couple of quick moves.
Wait! Dont kill it yet! I yelled -just in ti too- as the pilot was re seconds away from snapping its neck. Instead, the blonde pilot switched his grip back to a restraining chokehold. No matter how much that zombie struggled, there was no overcoming the sheer strength difference between an exosuit and a zombie.
In the anti, I walked into the room and found the antidote on the floor, just as the pilot stated. It was standing upright, as pristine as the mont when the system first spat it out into my hands. In other words, that annoying youth never bothered to drink the antidote. This was completely on him.
Yet just as I was about to pick up the antidote, Sima Junmo suddenly called out, Wait.
Hm? I turned around, confused. Whats wrong?
Sima Junmo strode across the lounge towards , his grin as wide as the berth I wanted to give him. How about I do it instead? Theres no way I can let Lady Mo Ke handle such a dirty job Theres no telling if the virus is still lingering inside the room. And even if it isnt, its unthinkable to let a lady breathe in the sa air as that scum.
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