Chapter 4

Six years ago, when the first wave of the apocalypse swept in, the highest directive from the federal government was to use nuclear energy to completely wipe out this marginal city.

That's the simplest and cruelest way to cut your losses.

But Lyra refused.

In order to preserve this place, she devoted all her efforts to it over the next six years.

Through countless days and nights of deduction and analysis of tens of thousands of samples, she single-handedly resisted the outbreak of the zombie virus and the spread of environmental disasters with her exceptionally intelligent mind.

Even three months ago, she finally completed the production of the final serum.

Humanity should have been seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Unfortunately, that "accident" happened.

"Senior, it must have hurt a lot when your shoulder was bitten through, right?"

I quietly watched the figure on the bed.

How could Eliam make such a basic mistake?"

Unfortunately, none of this matters to me anymore .

In the eyes of the federal leadership, I was just an escaped experiment.

Oh, let me correct you.

am now an escaped test subject who has been kidnapped ...

I'm definitely getting greedier.

As night fell completely, the temperature in the basement dropped slightly.

Lyra's condition began to change drastically.

She seemed to be on the verge of some kind of madness.

The once smooth, long hair gradually lost its original color from the roots, turning into a cold, pure white, as if peeling away layers of silk.

Her empty eyes were completely filled with a bloodthirsty crimson, making her look like a fallen yet elegant and beautiful elf in this dimly lit room.

However, this elf's movements were rather rude.

"roar--!"

She suddenly sprang up, and even with the remaining restraints on her wrists, her amazing jumping power still allowed her to pounce on me in an instant.

She slammed me down onto the cold floor with such force that it was hard to breathe.

That flawless face was incredibly close, its red lips slightly parted, emitting a low growl like a wild beast, as if it were about to bite my neck off without mercy at any moment.

But how can I let her do that now? I still have so many things to do with her.

"Sorry, senior. Not yet."

I sighed, my pupils contracting slightly.

A powerful surge of willpower erupted instantly, transforming into an invisible barrier that lifted her up.

She was suspended in mid-air, her limbs flailing wildly and struggling incessantly.

I manipulated the metal buckle and put the restraints back on her wrists and neck.

Only after the intense effects of the drug gradually subsided did I gently place her back on the bed.

After she calmed down again, I noticed that she seemed a little dazed.

The scarlet eyes had lost some of their ferocity and gained a hint of bewilderment.

The white coat she had been wearing was now tattered and barely covered her body, a result of the struggle.

I stepped forward and tried to help her remove the dirty and torn fabric.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch her shoulder, I seemed to feel her stiff body shrink back slightly, as if she were trying to dodge.

I stopped what I was doing and slowly looked down at her long, fair neck.

The specially made , exquisite chain clung to her skin.

I couldn't help but reach out and carefully stroke her collarbone, feeling the slight coolness of her fingertips.

"Senior... if you were still sober right now, would you think I'm actually a hopeless pervert?"

I chuckled softly, my voice sounding a little hoarse in the quiet room .

"However, I'm sure you already knew. "

" You've always been the one who understands me best."

I remembered the lab technician who used to torture me with microcurrents when I was still in the federal lab.

That day I finally lost control, manipulating countless sharp scalpels in the operating room, piercing his body alive, and slowly torturing him.

Lyra stood outside the isolation glass and witnessed everything as the man screamed in despair in the pool of blood.

But after she opened the door, she neither called the police nor summoned the guards.

She simply took a handkerchief from her pocket and calmly wiped away the blood splattered on my face.

" Don't be scared, I'll bring you candy next time. "

She never blamed me.

"Splash..."

The soft clatter of chains pulled me back to reality.

I saw Lyra on the bed seemed to be trembling slightly.

I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

After turning into a zombie, will you still feel cold?

But I didn't delve into that question.

I took off my coat, lifted the blanket, and lay down on it, pulling her cold body tightly into my arms.

The moment I hugged her, she instinctively moved.

Immediately afterwards, her long legs and arms wrapped tightly around my waist like vines.

That cold and possessive posture was a zombie's instinctive reaction when hunting its prey.

I couldn't help but grit my teeth in annoyance.

In her eyes, I'm probably just a large, warm piece of food.

This instinctive action was simply a desecration of Lyra's aloofness and elegance.

Unfortunately, the weight in my arms and the scent lingering around my nose felt incredibly real .

This zombie-like, rude, and irrational action ignited my lust and kept me awake all night.

" This damn zombie mentality. "