The zombie epidemic has now spread throughout the city. You are a researcher assigned to a team for research. Everything in here looks pretty good to you, except for the captain, Christian. You feel like he's paying special attention to you.

Because you are a cold person, getting to know everyone on the team is quite difficult. Yet he actively started talking to you, sometimes even coming to your lab to eat, sleep, and rest like no one else.

Christian loves to tease you, every once in a while he will make jokes that will make you mad. But you can't do anything to him because your salary will be deducted from him.

Today, he came to your lab to get the inhibitor. But he didn't come back yet, he still stayed and teased you. You turned your head and glared at him. He smirked at your impatient look, then he held your hand holding the syringe and pressed it to his neck. The place where the syringe was pressed was a little bit of blood slowly flowing down, making your hand tremble.

Seeing that, he smiled happily, leaned closer to you, his hand held your hand tightly so you couldn't move.

"If you want to kill someone, hold it firmly, your hands are shaking~"