The Last Leaf (2)
I'm spinning my spear and curved sword like windmills in both hands, putting my whole body into the motion of "I'm so fucking annoyed I could die!" I didn't hold back on the lion either. Seriously, I'm sick to death of stabbing zombies. The hospital? If there's no one there, fine. I just wanna check quick and bolt to the next general hospital! You get that, right? I turn the ground into a sand field with a whoosh, and... hmm. Even the lion's barely hanging on? Anyway, clear the hospital too! Huh? There's a chain wrapped around the hospital's front gate. Wait, it's wrapped from the inside? I peer through the glass door, and it's empty. No zombies. Well, there are some. Corpses on the floor or something, but they don't look like zombies—just plain corpses. Zombies wouldn't lie there all quiet like that. They'd at least twitch and groan "Uuuuugh—".
Those are definitely corpses. Grrr! I smash the door with the lion and go in.
"Hey! Anyone alive?!"
Silence. Dead quiet.
...No one's here? Hold up. Let me check from outside. I ride the lion back to the sand field and look up at the building. I was too busy killing zombies to notice... Huh? There. Something on the third floor. Definitely something moved!
I dismount the lion, about to leap up, but...
...Stairs it is.
"You, disappear now." The lion crumbles away into dust. What was that on the third floor? I dash up the stairs. Probably zombies, high chance. I'd be disappointed, but whatever. I didn't expect to hit my goal in one day anyway. Doctors in a zombie apocalypse? Come on. Out of fifty million people, not even ten thousand survived. Maybe five thousand? Nah. If you say five hundred, I'd buy it, but thousands? No way, not in my book.
Third floor... Can't get up. The stairs are piled high with everything—chairs, desks, even drawers stacked like a puzzle to block zombies. Obvious.
...People did this. Only humans would bother.
I grab a desk leg. It's all jammed together tight; a normal person couldn't budge it easily. But I'm a Nephkent. Weigh two to three hundred kilos with insane strength. Gotta weigh myself sometime. Human scales probably can't handle it. Hmm. Anyway. I yank.
Creak! Rumble rumble!
Stuff wobbles and flies everywhere. Tumbles down the stairs. Thunderous crashes echo through the whole hospital. Dust puffs up white.
"Whoa." Didn't think it'd be this loud. Path's clear now, though.
Heading up, hospital rooms line the hall, nurse station off to one side. Standard hospital stuff.
"Anyone here? Hey!"
I tap doors as I walk; empty beds only.
"Saw something earlier? No one's here? Did I imagine it?"
Then a door cracks open. Poke. I stop and stare at the peek.
...Human face? Zombie? Fuck, how am I supposed to tell with all that shadow and just eyeballs showing?
I tilt my head for a better look, but the door shuts. Whispers inside.
'Wh-what is that?!'
'You saw it too, sis? Dog face! A dog mask on its face!'
Jesus. This is exactly what I figured. What's the point of a human body if you look like that? First time seeing a naked guy with just a spear, shield, and dog mask, even I'd think demon or whatever. Peek again.
...Like they won't notice that. Brains must've turned to mush from fear. Even a zombie would know that's human. Whatever, no scolding. Dying to chew them out, but not now. Later.
Me, a monster? Haha. Prepared for this exact moment.
Dismiss summon. Sand trickles off my body. Then I open my eyes.
"Not a monster. Human."
"Eek! Sis! He took off the mask—he's naked!"
How do you whisper and scream at the same time? Wild.
"Not naked! Got shorts on!"
Fucked the girls, bathed, came out with just shorts, no underwear—dick's swinging a bit upfront. But shorts are shorts! Reason for the getup? Didn't expect people.
Peek opens again.
"D-don't come closer!"
I freeze in place.
"Wh-who are you?!"
Wonder what happens if I say I'm a god here. Great convo starter to mess with 'em, but not my goal.
"You a doctor by any chance?"
"Wh-who are you?"
"Looking for one. Need a doctor."
"Wh-why a doctor?"
Can't tell who's talking from the crack. So I say loud for all to hear.
"Got pregnant women back home. Bad experiences with guys. Complicated situation. Need a doctor, but honestly, doctors these days? Checked everywhere, none. Ended up here. You folks civilians? Kinda lucky if so. Not doctors, right?"
"...Your group...? You have a group?"
"Yeah. Good people. Finally got some peace."
"Peace...?"
"Yeah. Cleared all the zombies. Know Gache-dong? From there."
Door shuts. Mumbling, can't make it out. Could force it open. Useless, though. I lean against the wall by the door and wait. Short talk inside. Door opens—women. One in nurse scrubs, one in doctor coat. Bed by the window; someone's lying there. I tilt my head at it.
"Ooh... Doctors for real? Jackpot. But three? Who's that? Patient?"
"...Cancer patient."
"...Cancer? Whoa. Treatment?"
"...Can't. Just... euthanized her."
"...Euthanized?"
I push off the wall. Step in; women half-block, half-freak, huddle against the wall. On the bed: woman. Face pale-white, skin-and-bones like our group's skeleton auntie. Peaceful, like sleeping. Hat on head... some fuzz peeking? Pull it off—short stubble, like a middle-school athlete months after shaving.
Nurse says, "...Chemo when zombies hit. Can't treat anymore. Little more chemo, then surgery could've saved her..."
"We had no choice. It's over."
I look at them. Doctor holds two syringes.
"...Those syringes?"
"Sent her off easy. Now it's our turn."
...Perfect timing for me to show up. Damn.
"When'd you inject her?"
"...Two minutes ago?" Nurse tilts head.
"...Two minutes? Still savable."
"Impossible. Euthanasia dose. No saving."
Doctor says that. I say—
Ma'at's Rest
Warrior level 10 ultimate. Can use it on my real body now. Women gasp. I move my glowing hand to the patient. Slowly lift her gown top. Slip hand in, grab her breast.
...Small but firm and soft. Nice tits.
...Fuck. Bad call right now. Dick's stirring again. Bull, lion, cut it out!
Patient lifts her head.
"...Huuuh...!" Big inhale. Eyes still closed. Doesn't seem to notice the grope.
"My god."
"Impossible."
Doctor and nurse freak. ...And here I am, getting hard as fuck. Can't hold back, don't wanna. Ugh... Will I ever get used to this? Doubt it. Sechem was right. I'm holding back tons. All day, every day!
"...Not done yet. For full heal..."
I pull back her blanket. Climb on the bed, spread her legs, slide in. I'm already lit. Can't stop. Patient's lifting her head. Eyes still closed. Doesn't notice the touch. I yank down her pants—easy. No panties. Drop mine, aim right, line up with her dip.
"Wh-what are you...!"
"W-wait...!"
Annoying. Don't interrupt! I glare at doctor and nurse, growl low and stern.
"...I'm a god. I can heal the dying."
"What?!"
Ignoring their shock, I thrust in.
"...Ahk!"
Patient winces, curls up tight. Still out of it. I strip her pants fully, toss aside. Hoist her hips, sit her on me. Grab ass, pound away.
"Ack! Hnng, ahk, huuk. Wh-who, why, ahn!"
"I'm a god."
Ah... Feels so good, fuck. Warm, slick, soft squeeze. She must wash daily. No good smell, but no stench either.
"I cured your illness."
She wakes confused, getting railed; keeps gasping, clueless. No strength. Bones poking through dried-up skin. But she's wetting up—should recover fast? Pounding calms me down.
"I'm taking you with me. No more worries. Just live happy by my side."
I whisper it. The two women watch in horror.
No choice here. Gotta be shameless. One hand yanking her ass deep, I say sternly to doctor and nurse.
"...Don't believe I'm a god?"
She's starting to feel it. Twisting, squirming. I hug tighter, slam harder. Gasps turn to moans. I tell them.
"I'll show you once she's fully healed. That I'm a god."
The women, who'd planned to end it all, stare dumbfounded as this sudden guy revives their dead patient and fucks her while declaring that. They hesitate, lost on how to react.