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Synopsis ♡ You get the opportunity to get closer to Gyutaro and learn valuable information about the virus. But things take an unexpected turn when you realize Gyutaro isn't the monster you thought he was.
Content ♡ Gyutaroxfemale!reader, violence, blood, gore, mentions of child abuse, mentions of sex
Note ♡ 2.4k words. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! The next chapter will have lots of smut! >:3
✧:･ﾟ→ Chapter One
Subject displays high intelligence. Capable of speech, complex thought, and conversation.
Subject displays biological functions akin to uninfected, living beings. Such as pupillary light reflex.
Subject displays familial connection and emotional attachment.
Further research is needed to determine level of infection and possible strain differences.
“He was absolutely extraordinary. Not only did his body function differently than we originally thought, but he’s smart. He held a conversation with me, showed unique personality traits, and even a strong bond with his sister.”
“Him and his sister were like this. They are the only infected people I’ve seen that are capable of this. And they are stronger too. They took down 24 men in less than five minutes. Bullet wounds appeared to heal almost instantly. There’s so many more questions I want to ask him…”
You go on and on, spilling your guts to your colleagues. Gushing over the encounter you had with the advanced infected subject. You haven’t been able to sleep since you’ve met him. He’s consumed every second of your thoughts. Your mind is spiraling with hundreds of questions you want to ask, and dozens of experiments you want to perform.
Sergeant Sanemi was quick to send you out again, almost suspiciously so. But you really didn’t care. Is it dangerous? Absolutely. But after walking away from your encounter unscathed, you have a false sense of safety as you walk through the abandoned city again.
This time, armed with a backpack and a weapon you barely know how to use. They didn’t send any soldiers with you this time, figuring it wouldn’t matter in the end because they always end up dead.
As you walk towards the ruined intersection from your previous encounter, you spot an infected. A young man with clouded eyes and strange markings on his face. He slowly turns his head and stares at you, his lips curling into a snarl.
You fumble with your weapon, your hands shaking as you point your pistol at him. You know it won’t kill him, but the instinct to protect yourself is still there.
But he doesn’t attack you. He turns away and starts walking in the opposite direction.
“I knew you’d be back,” a familiar voice calls from above.
You look up to see the same man from last time, the advanced infected, staring at you from the top of a traffic light.
He jumps down and wastes no time sizing you up, circling you like he’s deciding what your fate should be.
Now that the initial panic has subsided, you take your time getting a good look at him.
He’s tall, very tall. Six and a half feet, maybe more. And his body is unique to say the least. Broad shoulders and strong arms, but a waist that’s as thin as a runway model and hips that have almost no meat on them. But the most unique thing is the splotchy black markings littered across his face and body. You wonder if those markings came after he got infected or if he always had them.
“H-Hi…” you mutter, waving sheepishly.
“...Hi,” he narrows his eyes suspiciously, “Lemme guess. You wanna ask me more annoying questions?”
“Absolutely!” you say quickly, with way too much enthusiasm, “Only if you’re ok with it.”
He scoffs, “You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he grabs you by the arm and starts leading you somewhere, “C’mon.”
You follow him without question. Not like you have much of a choice anyway.
He takes you down into an abandoned underground subway station. It’s eerily quiet and surprisingly parts of it still have working lights.
“This’ll work,” he mumbles to himself as he absentmindedly scratches his neck.
“Why are you doing this?” you blurt out, “Not that I’m not grateful! I just… I don’t understand why you want to help me.”
“I dunno,” he shrugs, “Killing is fun and all. But things get kinda boring, I guess… not much to do these days.”
You chuckle under your breath, “Fair enough.”
“Besides,” he grins, “It’s fun watchin’ you humans scramble to try to fix this. Thinkin’ you can save the world. Havin’ hope. It’s pathetic and I find it entertaining.”
“So, you don’t think a cure is possible?”
“Even if it is, how’re you gonna take the cities back? You don’t even know how to kill us.”
“You have a point,” you grin despite the somber topic, “But consider me an optimist. Besides, like you said, there’s not much to do these days. And I enjoy researching, even if it is futile in the end.”
“So consider this a symbiotic relationship,” you continue, “We both get to have a little fun in a world where video games and social media no longer exist.”
“Exactly,” he grins.
The two of you sit across from each other on the pavement. It’s not comfortable, but there’s enough light for you to see what you’re doing, and it seems to be far enough away from any other infected.
You pull a plethora of supplies out of your bag. With a notebook in hand, you begin your questions.
“First things first, what’s your name?”
“Gyutaro,” he answers, “And my sister is Daki.”
You didn’t ask about his sister but you find it interesting that he brought her up anyway.
“Well Gyutaro, it’s nice to finally know your name,” you smile and speak to him like you would a normal patient, “My name is Y/N.”
He mutters your name under his breath, almost too quiet for you to hear.
“Why are you different from the other infected? You and your sister.”
“I dunno,” he shrugs.
“You don’t know?”
“We’re special, I guess. We were chosen.”
“Chosen by who?”
“That’s off limits, sweetheart,” he grins.
Subject claims he was chosen specifically to have this possibly advanced strain of the virus. Someone or something gave it to him? Maybe patient zero? Was he an experiment gone wrong?
“Fine, I won’t ask about that…” you sigh and move on, “How come some people turn when they are killed, and others don’t?”
“I dunno.”
“Do you know anything?” you say in frustration.
“I ain’t a damn scientist like you. How am I supposed to know this shit? I just kill people and eat ‘em when I’m hungry. I dunno all the specifics,” he gets frustrated too, baring his teeth. Reminding you that you’re not the one in control here.
“Ok sorry… I’ll ask something else,” you flip through pages in your notebook. “Do you remember your life before you were turned?”
“Not really,” he mumbles and looks off into the distance as if he’s trying to recall a memory, “I remember how I felt… I remember loving my sister. I remember hating the world. But I don’t remember events.”
“That’s really interesting,” you write down some observations. “C-can I give you a physical exam?”
“... sure,” he says after a long pause.
Excited to finally have the opportunity to examine someone who’s infected, you put on a pair of gloves. “I’m going to touch you, ok?”
“S’fine,” he mumbles and watches your every move.
You start with his eyes, which look extremely unhealthy yet beautiful at the same time. His pupils are a deep red, though they still react normally when you shine your light in front of them.
He stiffens up when you move to his body, gently touching his shoulder and arms. His muscles are hard, and there are visible black veins beneath his skin. And to your surprise, his skin is actually warm.
“Your muscle density is insane,” you mutter, then move down to his hips, “But it’s almost nonexistent down here…”
“You makin’ fun of me or somethin’?” he snarls.
“No! Absolutely not. I’m just observing is all. Your body is remarkable.”
“Remarkable… tsk.”
As you examine his hips, you can’t help but wonder if he’s still capable of reproduction. Do his reproductive organs still even function? His blood flow is normal, his heartbeat is very slow for human standards, but otherwise he seems to have kept most of his human functionality. So you can’t help but wonder if infected people like him still even feel sexual desire at all. Is there a reason to? So far you’ve only seen them react to hunger. So if that’s all that matters to them, then maybe the instinct to reproduce isn’t needed anymore.
“Why’re you starin’ at me like that?” he breaks the silence, drawing you out of the deep thought you were in.
“S-Sorry! I was just thinking of what to ask you next…”
“Well get on with it, I’m gettin’ hungry,” he smirks, knowing that statement will strike fear into you.
You gulp, “Um.. earlier today when I was looking for you, there was an infected person looking right at me. But they didn’t attack; they just… stared. Do you know why?”
“Cuz I didn’t want ‘em to attack you,” he says plainly, like this is something you should already know.
“I don’t understand… are you trying to say you can control them?”
“Duh,” he leans in closer like he’s telling you a secret, “I could see you through his eyes. That’s how I was able to find you so fast.”
Your mind is blown by a single sentence, crushing everything you thought you knew about how the infected behaved.
“Wait, so the others obey you. Like a social hierarchy?"
“I dunno what that word means. But I don’t control everything they do. Just when I want to, and they listen.”
“That’s amazing… I never expected monsters to be so complex.”
“Monsters?” he frowns, “You call us monsters?”
“Th-that’s not what I meant! I’m sorry-” you desperately try to correct your mistake but he cuts you off.
“You have the audacity to call us monsters, when humans are the real monsters,” he growls and gets closer to your face, enough for you to smell the blood on his breath.
“Y’know what I found last week? Two girls, sisters, no older than fifteen, locked in a fuckin’ storage container in a camp of men I found in the 4th ward,” you see a flicker of genuine emotion in his eyes, “You wanna know what the men were using those girls for?”
“I-I…” you stutter, not able to bring yourself to say it out loud.
“I ain’t even gotta say it. Cuz you already know, don’t you? Cuz it’s human behavior right?” he scoffs, “So you know what I told those girls? I told ‘em you ain’t never gotta worry about a man doin’ somethin’ to you ever again. And I turned ‘em.”
His frown turns into a big smile, showing off his deadly teeth, “And you know what they did? They devoured every man in that group. Every man that’s ever hurt ‘em. I gave them the power they didn’t have as humans. So before you call me a monster, think about what your people have done. If you ask me, humans are the real monsters in this world. Always have been.”
You’re left speechless. You have been so busy trying to save humanity that you never stopped to consider the other side of things.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, you finally respond, “You did the right thing…”
He leans back and rolls his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. He seems genuinely shaken and enraged by that memory.
“How are they now? The girls,” you ask quietly.
His eyes widen, seemingly surprised that you asked, “They’re good. Strong, happy, together. Better than they were before, that’s for sure. My sister sometimes goes over to their territory to braid their hair or do whatever shit girls do.”
“That’s sweet,” you smile. You thought they were all just mindless zombies like in the movies, but it seems there’s so much more about them that you don’t yet know. “And you’re right… lots of humans are monsters. And I’m sorry I judged you.”
“It’s fine, I ain't mad or anythin’,” he smiles, a soft genuine one, “I just care about eatin’ when I’m hungry and protectin’ my sister. We aren’t fuckin’ animals like humans are.”
He gets closer again, putting his hand on your knee, “Like you’re a pretty lady. Real smart and nice too. Would I like to have sex with you? Hell yeah. But you don’t see me holding you down and forcing you to do it with me even though I could. Maybe I’m a monster to some, but-”
“I’ll have sex with you,” you say almost too quickly for you to fully process what you just said.
“Wh-what? No I-I… I was just saying! I didn’t mean it like that!” he quickly tries to backtrack, putting his hands up and backing away from you, “It ain’t like that! I was just tryin’ to make a point!”
“But you said you wanted to have sex with me… so why not? Let’s do it,” you shrug and start unbuttoning your lab coat. Just not giving a fuck anymore.
You’ve been through so much ever since the world as you knew it came to an end, and the offer of an intimate evening with someone you actually enjoy being around sounds like a nice break.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N!” he grabs your coat and pulls it closed.
“Sorry… we don’t have to if you don’t want to-”
“N-No no I do want to! I just… I don’t understand why you would want to do it with me.”
“I’m lonely and I like you,” you shrug, “It’s the fucking apocalypse. I could be dead tomorrow. So I might as well take every opportunity I can to feel something… any bit of happiness I can.”
His gaze softens. He understands. He hasn’t really had to fear for his life like you have, but he understands the loneliness. The way every human has looked at him like he’s the most disgusting creature on the planet. Even before he was infected, people looked at him that way.
And now he has you. Someone who looks at him like he’s actually worth something, and listens like every word he speaks is valuable.
A little bit of pleasure in a zombie apocalypse isn’t so much to ask.
“Fuck it,” he blurts out, wrapping his arm around your waist, hauling you up over his shoulder and standing.
“Wh-what’re you doing?” you panic.
“You wanna have sex on the floor of a filthy subway station? I know it’s the end of the world, but I can think of a few better places than this.”
You can’t help but smile. A genuine, excited smile.
It’s the first time in weeks that you actually get to feel something for yourself. Something exciting and fun, with another person. And for the time being, you get to forget that the world around you has ended.
Because all that matters in this moment is Gyutaro.
