Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse [BL]

Zou Chen’s mind raced as he processed the implications of what Skyy had just said. If Skyy couldn’t write, then who had written the scathing diary entries that had both intrigued and infuriated him? He glanced down at the notebook again, the clumsy L’s and I’s staring back at him.

”Alright, let’s go,” Chen said gruffly, grabbing Skyy’s arm and pulling him up.

”Hey! I said class isn’t over!” Skyy protested, but Chen ignored him, dragging him towards the door.

The kindergarten teacher, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, stepped forward. ”Is there a problem, Mr. Chen?”

”No problem,” Chen replied shortly, not in the mood for explanations. ”Skyy’s coming with me.”

Skyy shot an apologetic look at the teacher and the little girl with the pigtails who looked on the verge of tears. ”I’ll be back,” he whispered to her, and she nodded bravely, blinking back tears.

Chen hustled Skyy out to the car and practically shoved him into the passenger seat. ”Buckle up,” he ordered, before getting into the driver’s seat himself. As he started the car, he noticed the diary still lying open on the front seat. The latest entry, dated today, taunted him with its existence. He slammed the diary shut and tossed it into the backseat.

”What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Skyy muttered, fumbling with his seatbelt.

Chen shot him a dark look. ”Just sit there and be quiet. We’re going to the hospital.”

Skyy’s eyes widened. ”Hospital? Why? I’m not sick.”

”It’s not for you,” Chen snapped. ”It’s for someone who wants to meet you.”

Skyy frowned but stayed silent for the rest of the drive. Chen’s mind raced with questions about the diary, Uncle Qian’s cryptic remarks, and the strange circumstances that seemed to be converging around Skyy.

When they reached the hospital, Uncle Qian was waiting outside, pacing anxiously. He hurried over as soon as Chen and Skyy got out of the car.

”Finally,” Qian muttered, grabbing Skyy’s arm. ”This way, quickly.”

”Hey, watch it!” Skyy protested, but Qian’s grip was firm.

Chen followed them into the hospital, feeling a sense of dread. They navigated through a labyrinth of hallways until they reached a secluded wing of the hospital. Qian led them to a small room where an elderly man with piercing blue eyes sat, surrounded by medical equipment.

”Dr. Harrington,” Qian said respectfully, nodding to the man. ”This is Skyy.”

The old man turned his sharp gaze on Skyy, who shifted uncomfortably. ”So, you’re the one,” Dr. Harrington said, his voice calm but authoritative. ”I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Skyy blinked. ”Uh, thanks, I guess? Who are you?”

Dr. Harrington chuckled softly. ”I’m the one who can help you.”

”Help me?” Skyy repeated, confused.

Dr. Harrington nodded. ”Yes. But first, I need to ask you some questions. Have you experienced any strange symptoms lately? Unexplained illnesses, fatigue, anything out of the ordinary?”

Skyy shook his head. ”No, I’m fine. Why?”

Dr. Harrington glanced at Qian and Chen before speaking again. ”Because there’s something very special about you, Skyy. Something that could change the course of medical history.”

Skyy looked bewildered. ”What are you talking about?”

Before Dr. Harrington could answer, the door burst open and a man in a lab coat rushed in, looking frantic. ”Dr. Harrington, we have a situation. It’s about the Prisitsky samples.”

Dr. Harrington’s expression turned grim. ”What happened?”

”They’ve gone missing,” the man replied, his voice trembling. ”All of them.”

Chen felt a cold chill run down his spine. ”Missing? How?”

The man shook his head. ”We don’t know. Someone must have taken them.”

Dr. Harrington cursed under his breath. ”This is bad. Very bad.”

Skyy looked around, confused and scared. ”What does this have to do with me?”

Dr. Harrington turned to him, his eyes intense. ”Everything, Skyy. It has everything to do with you.”

Chen watched as Skyy’s face paled. Whatever was happening, it was clear that Skyy was at the center of it. And that meant Chen was involved too, whether he liked it or not.

Uncle Qian took a deep breath and stepped forward. ”We need to get to the bottom of this. Skyy, you’re the key to everything. But first, we need to make sure you’re safe.”

”Safe from what?” Skyy asked, his voice shaky.

Dr. Harrington looked at him, his expression serious. ”From whoever took those samples. They know what you are, Skyy. And they’ll stop at nothing to get to you.”

Skyy’s eyes widened with fear. ”What am I?”

Dr. Harrington’s expression softened. ”You’re the cure, Skyy. The cure for Prisitsky.”

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The room fell silent as Skyy’s mind struggled to process the revelation. Zou Chen, too, found himself grappling with the implications of what Dr. Harrington had just said. The cure for Prisitsky? It sounded like something out of a science fiction novel, yet here they were, standing in the midst of it.

”I think you owe us an explanation,” Chen said, his voice tense with barely controlled frustration. ”What do you mean, Skyy’s the cure?”

Dr. Harrington sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to dispel a headache. ”It’s a long and complicated story, but I’ll give you the short version. Prisitsky is a virus that has baffled scientists for decades. It mutates rapidly, making it nearly impossible to develop a lasting cure. But recent research led us to a hypothesis that a very specific genetic mutation could confer immunity to the virus. That’s where Skyy comes in.”

Skyy took a step back, his face pale. ”Me? But how? I’m just a normal guy.”

Dr. Harrington shook his head. ”No, Skyy, you’re not just a normal guy. Your genetic makeup is unique. We’ve been tracking potential candidates for years, and you match the profile perfectly. Your body holds the key to understanding and potentially curing Prisitsky.”

”But how did you even find out about me?” Skyy asked, bewildered.

”That’s a story for another time,” Dr. Harrington replied. ”Right now, we need to focus on keeping you safe. The fact that the samples have been stolen means someone else knows about you and what you can do. They might try to exploit you.”

Chen’s protective instincts kicked in. ”Then we need to get him out of here,” he said firmly. ”Somewhere safe.”

Uncle Qian nodded in agreement. ”I’ll arrange for a secure location. But we need to move fast.”

As they prepared to leave, Skyy couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of dread. He had always known there was something different about him, but he had never imagined it would be anything like this. The weight of the revelation was overwhelming, and he felt a strange mixture of fear and responsibility settling over him.

Chen placed a reassuring hand on Skyy’s shoulder. ”Don’t worry,” he said, his voice steady. ”We’ll get through this together.”

Skyy nodded, grateful for the support. But as they hurried out of the hospital, he couldn’t shake the feeling that their troubles were only just beginning. The mystery of his identity, the danger of the stolen samples, and the shadowy figures who might be after him—all of it swirled in his mind, creating a maelstrom of uncertainty and fear.

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In the days that followed, Skyy found himself whisked away to a secure location—a secluded estate surrounded by high walls and guarded by a team of professionals. The isolation was suffocating, but Skyy understood the necessity of it. He spent his days undergoing tests and examinations, Dr. Harrington and his team working tirelessly to unlock the secrets of his genetic code.

Despite the constant activity around him, Skyy felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. The people he interacted with were professionals, focused on their work and the implications of his unique biology. They treated him more like a specimen than a person. The only familiar face was Zou Chen, who stayed by his side, offering support and companionship.

Chen’s presence was a source of comfort, but it also reminded Skyy of the diary and the unanswered questions surrounding it. One evening, as they sat in the garden of the estate, Skyy finally broached the subject.

”Chen, there’s something I need to ask you,” he began hesitantly.

Chen looked up from his book, his expression curious. ”What is it?”

”The diary,” Skyy said, his voice low. ”The one you took from me. There was an entry in it dated after you confiscated it. How is that possible?”

Chen frowned, his mind racing back to the diary and the unsettling mystery it posed. ”I don’t know,” he admitted. ”I was hoping you could tell me.”

Skyy shook his head. ”I can’t write, remember? I told you that before.”

”I know,” Chen replied, his frustration evident. ”But if you didn’t write it, then who did? And why?”

Skyy thought for a moment, then his eyes widened. ”Wait a minute... There was this one night, a few weeks ago. I fell asleep with the diary under my pillow, and when I woke up, it was open on my desk. I thought I must have moved it in my sleep, but now...”