My Zombie Senior Sister

Lyra Hale, the nation's most renowned medical genius and a pillar of federal scientific research, has been infected.

She turned the tide in the apocalypse, providing the Federation with cutting-edge biotechnology.

But now, this high-and-mighty, perfect senior has had her shoulder bitten through by a zombie in an "accidental" experiment.

Seeing the flashing alarm lights in the isolation pod, the group of suitors who had once fawned over her like lapdogs, as well as the researchers who depended on her for survival, ran faster than anyone else at that moment.

They desperately tried to distance themselves from her, and even began discussing whether to execute her or make use of her.

Standing in the shadows, watching her eyes gradually lose focus on the screen, my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

I should have felt sad, but at this moment, I felt a little excited.

A near-morbid emotion itches within me.

That evening, an hour before the federal high command was about to issue the order to completely transfer my senior into "unconscious experimental material," I took action.

I took her with me.

After the apocalypse, many people awakened superpowers, and the Federation even classified them into levels such as A, B, C, and D.

I don't know what level I am in this messed-up system, but I know that with just one thought, those disgusting zombies will leave me far behind.

Of course, my senior female student is an exception.

I took her back to that underground laboratory hidden on the edge of the city—

That's the place I've built for her, bit by bit, over the years, for even the slightest chance of success—a place that belongs to us...

I once thought I would never have any hope of bringing her here in my life, but I never expected that fate would play a little joke on me.

The laboratory lighting was soft.

She let out a low growl, her originally cold eyes beginning to glow with a bloodthirsty red light, and she opened her mouth as if to bite me.

I neither dodged nor flinched, but used my supernatural abilities to manipulate the specially made metal restraints and carefully put the restraint collar on her.

The pressure was just right, ensuring that not an inch of her delicate skin would be harmed.

I fetched some warm water and gently wiped away the bloodstains from her body with a towel. I helped her take off her soiled white coat and carefully tidied her disheveled hair.

“What a bunch of rude people,” I said, gently stroking her cold cheek, my eyes filled with fascination as I felt her struggles beneath her restraints.

"How dare they let you become like this..."

A low, beast-like growl escaped her throat.

I gently wiped her collarbone, the warm towel brushing over every part of her body.

"You can't bite me yet, senior."

I chuckled softly, my voice echoing in the empty laboratory.

Be good.