Chinese and English bilingual中英双语，，，
Summary：在僵尸与植物结束斗争后的日子，大家都放下仇恨，和平相处，世界一切蒸蒸日上。而僵尸总部里的步兵僵尸便开始了他的漫漫追夫生活（？）
雾禾编：这篇是我闺蜜给我写的 她不混圈 但是爱我 给我写的 原作没突出性格 我就按照我自己喜欢的告诉她了 如果有什么不合适的请跟我讲😏
只见在僵尸群口中的“那家伙”身边有一片真空地带，而那家伙正睁着亮晶晶的眼睛跟在一个穿着科研服的僵尸身后。
科学家忽然地转过身：“亲爱的步兵，现在的训练太轻松了，竟有闲情做些。”
步兵一把将便当塞进科学家怀里，然后一下转头跑远了。
科学家看着怀中的便当，又往周围“不务正业”的僵尸群里一瞥，那些僵尸便作鸟兽散。
步兵坐在总部外公园长椅上，手上揪着一朵塑料花（没有任何一个植物受到伤害）。
最后一瓣花瓣被他落下，步兵随着把脸埋进了胳膊里，但又立刻站起来，“僵尸从不会相信这些不符科学的事情，快点回去训练。”他说着，便抬起腿，小跑着跑去训练场了。
随着悉悉簌簌的声音，科学家从不远处走过来，坐在了步兵刚刚的位置上，腿上还摆着中午步兵强塞的便当，他弯下身子捡起花，
“下注啦，下注啦，现在赔率和科学家在一起赔率1:25！”
科学家接过了那捧塑料花，探究地看向他，又径直绕过步兵离开休息室。
到了夜晚，科学家在科研部里做着实验。大大小小的烧杯容器里装着各式各样的液体，在研究室内闪着流光。
“好了！”科学家终于停下了动作，他正准备离开，却把眼睛看向了步兵早上送的那塑料花，便将它捧起来，一同回僵尸宿舍。
与此同时，已经躺在床上的步兵脑子里想得都是科学家（如果僵尸有脑子的话）。
他那专心实验的样子，他说话吃饭的样子，他低垂的睫毛，他墨色的眼眸，他抬起眼镜时那双骨节分明的手，亦或是他平时紧抿着的淡薄唇。。。以及他早上的‘夸赞’。
他的脸慢慢红了，他抱着被子，将脸深深埋进柔软的被褥里，渐渐进入梦乡。
另一边，科学家也到了自己的宿舍，那捧塑料花被安放到了床头。他侧身躺在床上，等待着白昼降临。
“啊，啊～啊！”士兵在地从梦中惊醒，蓝色的眼睛里茫然，似水波荡漾。他的背后已经被汗沁湿了，脸上还有没退去的潮红。
“又梦到了。。。”步兵摸着脸上的泪痕，回忆着梦中的人将他压在身下的样子，他看不清那人的脸，却能感受到那人的触碰。
那人的手游走在他身体各处，他盼望着能永远停留在这一刻，因为此刻他才能不切实际的幻想着，他所爱之人也同样爱着他。
他想轻取爱人的眼镜，想亲吻爱人的脸颊，要轻抚爱人的发丝，说出：
“May your heart be like mine,
and I will never fail this love of ours”
“切，你都舔人家多久了，刚进组织就明目张胆，到现在才这点进展。TεT”
“因为要保证某僵的智商”步兵突然从小僵尸后面窜出来。
随着小鬼僵尸的声音远离，步兵在门外无所事事，他偷偷的往门内撇去，发现了银白色的发丝。
‘科学家，是科学家。’步兵感觉体内的细胞都开始躁动起来，他此刻的心脏像为他而跳动，‘科学家怎么会在这？为我们这些小兵体检呢’
“喂，步兵，到你了”不知什么时候又出现了小鬼在他身边跳起来，打了他脑袋，结果却是头上的铁盔被震的发鸣发响，步兵的脑袋嗡嗡的，也晕晕的。
“步兵。〞“在！”当步兵反应过来时，发现科学家已经在他面前了。
在例行体检时，步兵又发起呆了，他现在满心满眼都是科学家。
步兵顺着科学家的视线往下看去，只一刻便红透了脸，他夹紧双腿，慌忙地站了起来，他的羞耻心在爱慕之人面前发作了。
他扯着衣服下摆，想要冲出门去，似乎只要离开那扇门，这些事就没有发生过。
科学家的声音从后面突然传来，步兵转头发现的那件白色的科研服，一把扯下出了门去。
当他出门后，那件科研服包裹着他的身体，他将涨红的脸埋在衣领里，但这却并不能缓解。
“你站在这干啥？”小僵尸的声音传来，步兵低头看向他。
小僵尸看见他的样子又说道，“呵，一幅被科学家艹过的样子，真丢脸。”
“没。。。〞步兵声音低落下去，苦笑道“像我这样的人，他怎么会呢。”
他感觉今天是厄运与幸运缠绕的一天，经历体检的那段事，他怎么还敢面对科学家呢？
与此同时，体检结束完的科学家回到他的实验室，他想着步兵今天的样子，他不自觉地笑了出来。
这个笑与以往的笑容不同，不是冷笑，不是讥笑，也不是嘲笑，更不是嗤笑。
实验室里边混乱，地上满是玻璃的碎片，以及——刺目的鲜血。
科学家跪坐在其间，手上、身上皆是被玻璃刺伤的划痕，他银白色立发因为骚动而凌乱，黑色的眼瞳像墨般稠密，又像一个黑洞进不了一丝光。
大大小小的尖锐碎片式上折射着他的脸，发出刺目的光。
他用双手抱着他的长发，没有戴手套的手清晰感受到头上的温度，是炽烈的。
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
又是僵尸们在讨论着，现在他们已经无聊透顶了，他们四仰八叉的躺在休息室里，休息室上的茶几上摆满了各式各样的食物。
步兵的脸出现在他们的面前，他们便立即安静下来，但随即又开始吵闹。
小僵尸看见他，便冲上前，拽住他的手腕，“天哪！你是不知道他们是在怎么讨论你的！！”
后面有个僵尸又开始讨论起来，但因为小鬼僵尸转头的怒目圆睁而心虚安静下来。
小僵尸拉着步兵坐到角落的一个位置，他有些担忧的望着他“你真的不去追了吗？”
“。。。”步兵想要发出声音，回答他‘是’，但他嗓子沙哑的却什么也说不出来。
最近的科学家也有点怪怪的，他发现步兵又不来缠着他了。
他原想着步兵再来向他告白时勉强答应下去，但他心念的那个人却又消失在他的视野。
对面的人扶着脑袋，蓝色的眼睛水汪汪的，像一湾清澈的泉。
科学家想，与他相撞的人一定是把他的‘那湾泉水’，给洒落出来了。
步兵与他对视后便没有说话，他趴在地上捡着文件，小心翼翼的放到文件夹，轻轻的将文件夹塞进科学家的怀里。
这让科学家想起了那盒便当，当时他也是这样的吧。。。
科学家匆匆忙忙一天的工作，准时的来到了公园，塑料花的研究工作已经很成功，姹紫嫣红的将这里衬得格外漂亮。
但他又想起步兵送给他的那朵花，那是洋甘菊吧，步兵不正像那朵洋甘菊吗？
————落日的光辉倾泻而下，如同熔化的黄金般绚烂耀眼，将天际染得一片璀璨温暖；
傍晚的云霞层层聚拢、相互依偎，色泽温润柔和，宛如两块无瑕的美玉完美相合，静谧又动人。
他转过脑袋，发现步兵已经来了，眺望着远处的落日，缓缓开口：
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Yet passionate affection is only vexed by heartless indifference.”
（我凝视着深邃的黑暗，久久伫立，满心疑惑与恐惧，在疑虑之中，做着凡人从未敢企及的梦境。奈何我满腔深情，只换来你的无情与烦扰。）
科学家听到步兵声音逐渐变得沙哑，听见他小声的啜泣，
“Regardless of everything, I just can't move on from you. I love you still.〞
步兵听见科学家笑了，随后笑声越来越大，最后散在风中，却落在两人心头。
“I love you against reason, against principle, against hope, against myself, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
（我爱你，违背理智、违背原则、违背希望、违背自身、违背幸福，违背一切可能的沮丧。）
他轻轻抬起头，吻上了科学家的唇，如蜻蜓点水般小心翼翼。
但科学家却扯过他的手，力道不容他拒绝。他低下头，咬住他粉嫩的唇，将舌头探进他的嘴里。
①“May your heart be。。。 of ours”出自宋·李之仪《卜算子·我住长江
②“A mind all logic is。。。 uses it.〞出自泰戈尔《飞鸟集》
③步兵送给科学家的塑料花是洋甘菊，有助眠作用，也有代表默默的爱。
④“落日熔金，暮云合璧。”出自李清照《永遇乐·落日熔金》
⑤步兵的告白“Deep into that darkness 。。。indifference.”（我凝视着深
邃的。。。烦扰。）前半段出自埃德加·爱伦·坡《乌鸦》，后一半段改自苏
⑥科学家的回答“I love you against 。。。discouragement that could be.”
Scientist × Foot Soldier （ pure love.）
Summary: After the war between zombies and plants came to an end, everyone laid down their hatred and lived together in peace. The world flourished. And so, the Foot Soldier at Zombie Headquarters began his long journey of pursuing the one he love
Written by Wuhe:This story was written for me by my best friend. She doesn’t really participate in fandoms, but she loves me. The original version didn’t highlight the characters’ personalities enough, so I told her how I wanted them to be. If there’s anything inappropriate or uncomfortable, please let me know.🥰
“Is that guy still not giving up?”
The one they spoke of stood in an empty space, eyes bright and sparkling as he followed a zombie in a lab coat.
“Scientist, please take my lunch box!”
The Scientist turned around abruptly.
“Dear Foot Soldier, training must be too easy these days, leaving you with time for such things.”
“Ah? Yes! I’ll go back to training right away—”
The Foot Soldier stuffed the lunch box into the Scientist’s arms, spun around, and ran off.
The Scientist looked at the box in his arms, then glanced at the gossiping zombies nearby. They scattered at once.
“He likes me… he doesn’t like me… he…”
The Foot Soldier sat on a bench in the park outside headquarters, plucking a plastic flower.
He pulled off the last petal and buried his face in his arms. But he stood up immediately.
“A zombie does not believe in such unscientific things. Hurry back to training.”
With that, he stood up and jogged toward the training ground.
After soft rustling, the Scientist walked over from nearby and sat where the Foot Soldier had been. The lunch box still rested on his lap. He bent down and picked up the flower.
“Hm. Who is so careless? Another plastic flower from the research department has been picked.”
“Scientist, please take these flowers!”
A voice echoed in the lounge early in the morning.
“Not again. Flowers are worse than brains.”
“Are you insulting me, or suggesting something?”
“Place your bets! Odds for them getting together are one to twenty-five!”
The Foot Soldier held a bouquet of plastic flowers. Though artificial, they looked surprisingly lifelike — small, white, and carrying a clean, gentle fragrance.
“Where did you get these?” the Scientist asked.
“You put great care into this.”
The Scientist took the bouquet, looked at him thoughtfully, then walked past him and left the lounge.
At night, the Scientist conducted experiments in his lab. Beakers and containers of all sizes held colorful liquids, glowing softly in the quiet room.
He was about to leave when his gaze fell upon the plastic flowers the Foot Soldier had given him that morning. He picked them up and took them back to the zombie dormitory.
Meanwhile, the Foot Soldier lay in bed, his mind filled with nothing but the Scientist.
The way he focused on his work, the way he spoke and ate, his lowered eyelashes, his dark eyes, his slender fingers when he adjusted his glasses, and his usually thin, tightly pressed lips… and his brief praise that morning.
His face slowly flushed. He hugged his quilt, buried his face deep in the soft fabric, and drifted into sleep.
On the other side, the Scientist returned to his dorm and placed the plastic flowers gently by his pillow. He lay on his side, waiting for dawn.
The Foot Soldier jolted awake from his dream. His blue eyes were dazed, glistening like rippling water. His back was soaked with sweat, and faint warmth still lingered on his cheeks.
“I dreamed of him again…”
He touched the tears on his face, recalling the figure in his dream pressing him down. He could not see the face, but he could feel every touch.
Those hands wandered over his body. He wished the moment could last forever. Only then could he foolishly imagine that the one he loved loved him in return.
He wanted to remove his lover’s glasses gently, to kiss his cheek, to brush his hair softly, and whisper:
May your heart be like mine,
and I will never fail this love of ours.
“Heh… you’re giving him things again?”
In the cafeteria, freshly trained zombies swarmed to grab food.
The Foot Soldier and the Imp sat together at a table.
“Yes! And he accepted them!” the Foot Soldier said excitedly.
“…You forced them on him.”
The Imp swallowed a mouthful of synthetic brain.
“The second time! He took them himself this time!” the Foot Soldier insisted.
“Tch. How long have you been clinging to him? You’ve been obvious since you joined, and this is all you’ve got.”
“That’s called courting! You wouldn’t understand. I have my own pace.”
Afternoon, physical examination.
“Why another checkup?” the Imp muttered.
“To make sure certain zombies still have intelligence,” the Foot Soldier appeared behind him.
“Hah. You should get your own head examined.”
“It’s my turn. I’m going in.”
As the Imp’s voice faded away, the Foot Soldier waited outside idly. He peeked through the door and spotted silvery-white hair.
Scientist… it’s the Scientist.
Every cell in his body stirred. His heart seemed to beat only for him.
Why is the Scientist here? Conducting checkups for soldiers like us?
“Hey, Foot Soldier, it’s your turn!”
The Imp suddenly jumped beside him and tapped his helmet. The metal rang loudly, leaving the Foot Soldier dizzy and lightheaded.
He stumbled into the room in a daze.
When he came to his senses, the Scientist was right in front of him.
“Did your flowers have sleep-aiding effects?”
“They are quite a useful gift.”
During the routine examination, the Foot Soldier lost himself in thought again. All he could see was the Scientist.
The Foot Soldier followed the Scientist’s gaze downward. His face burned bright red instantly. He squeezed his legs together and stood up in panic, overwhelmed with shame in front of the one he loved.
He twisted the hem of his clothes, ready to dash out — as if leaving would erase everything that had happened.
“You may take a coat by the door if you need one.”
The Scientist’s voice came from behind. The Foot Soldier turned, saw the white lab coat, grabbed it, and rushed outside.
Once outside, the coat wrapped around him. He buried his burning face in the collar, but it brought no relief.
He could feel the creases — traces that the Scientist had worn it.
He breathed deeply, greedily taking in his scent.
“What are you standing here for?”
The Imp’s voice reached him. The Foot Soldier looked down at him.
The Imp stared at his expression and snorted.
“Tch. You got fucked by the Scientist, didn’t you? Pathetic.”
“No way… you really did?”
“No…” The Foot Soldier’s voice sank. He smiled bitterly.
“Why would he ever look at someone like me?”
“I’ll never understand you.” The Imp stared at him, then left.
The Foot Soldier returned to the dorm and took off the clean white lab coat.
He buried his face in it, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Today felt like a day tangled with both misfortune and luck. After what happened during the examination, how could he ever face the Scientist again?
Meanwhile, after finishing the examinations, the Scientist returned to his lab.
He thought of the Foot Soldier’s appearance earlier… and smiled unconsciously.
This smile was different from his usual ones — not cold, not mocking, not scornful.
It was a genuine smile, from the bottom of his heart.
The laughter echoed in the empty room. The Scientist froze, surprised by his own reaction.
Was he laughing at the Foot Soldier’s embarrassment?
The lab was in chaos. Shards of glass covered the floor, along with striking, bright blood.
The Scientist knelt among them, his hands and body cut by the glass. His neat silver hair was messy. His dark eyes were dense as ink, like a black hole that let in no light.
Sharp fragments reflected his face, casting harsh glints.
“I don’t love him. No… never.”
He held his head in his hands. Without gloves, he could feel the intense heat on his skin.
His reason told him that what he felt was impossible.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
“What’s wrong with that guy lately?”
“Such a coward. Wasted my money on bets.”
The zombies chatted, utterly bored. They lay sprawled in the lounge, where the table was covered with all kinds of snacks.
The Foot Soldier appeared. The room fell silent, then burst into noise again.
The Imp rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.
“Oh my god, you have no idea what they’ve been saying about you!”
The Imp’s eyes widened. “How could they say that?!”
“Look, that little runt—”
One zombie started to speak, but fell silent under the Imp’s fierce glare.
The Imp pulled the Foot Soldier to a corner.
“Are you really not going to chase him anymore?”
The Foot Soldier tried to speak, to say yes, but his throat was too hoarse.
“You still love him,” the Imp said quietly.
The Scientist had also been acting strangely.
He noticed that the Foot Soldier no longer clung to him.
He had planned to reluctantly agree if the Foot Soldier confessed again…
but the person he had grown to expect was no longer in his sight.
Why? Was it his pitifully low sense of self-worth?
The Scientist chuckled softly, picked up a folder, and walked out.
He was knocked over by someone hurrying down the hallway with his head lowered.
The folder flew away, papers scattering all over the floor.
“Ah, I’m sorry! Are you alright?”
The person held his head, blue eyes watery and clear as a spring.
The one who bumped into him must have spilled that spring water…
otherwise, why would his heart feel so gentle?
What was he so shocked about?
The Foot Soldier stared at him without speaking. He knelt down, carefully gathered the papers, placed them back into the folder, and gently handed it to the Scientist.
It reminded him of that lunch box. He had acted just the same back then…
The Foot Soldier left again.
The Scientist stood up. On the folder, he found a small note:
If you don’t mind, and if you have time,
please come to the park outside headquarters at six in the afternoon.
The Scientist hurried through his work all day and arrived at the park on time.
The research on plastic flowers had been a great success, and the colorful blooms made the place extraordinarily beautiful.
But he thought of the flower the Foot Soldier had given him — a chamomile.
The Foot Soldier was just like that flower: pure, innocent, and gentle.
The sun set like melted gold, evening clouds merging softly.
He turned and saw that the Foot Soldier had already arrived, gazing at the distant sunset. He spoke slowly:
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Yet passionate affection is only vexed by heartless indifference.
The Scientist listened as the Foot Soldier’s voice grew hoarse, as he began to sob quietly.
Regardless of everything, I just can't move on from you. I love you still.
The Foot Soldier heard the Scientist laugh. The laughter grew louder, then faded into the wind, yet settled deeply in both their hearts.
I love you against reason, against principle, against hope, against myself, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
The Foot Soldier froze. He stared with wide, tear-filled eyes.
He lifted his head gently and kissed the Scientist’s lips, light and careful as a dragonfly skimming water.
The kiss ended too soon. The Foot Soldier immediately turned to run.
But the Scientist grabbed his wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. He lowered his head, bit his soft lips, and slipped his tongue inside.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. Only soft, breathless sounds remained.
Their love — passionate or sorrowful, bright or broken —
was all hidden in that sunset.
