American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 508 Time is running out

Looking at his old friend, whose hair was white and whose face was full of wrinkles, Milton felt a little sorry for him.

"Weber, this operation is extremely dangerous. I can handle it alone!"

Weber grabbed Milton's arm and pointed to the land in the distance.

"Milton, are you worried I'll die? Ha! This messed up world has become like this, what difference does it make whether I'm alive or dead?"

Milton turned his head and glanced at the devastated plains. Kansas used to have vast farms, but now they were all abandoned.

In the wake of the cabin incident, all of human civilization was accelerating toward destruction.

Nuclear war, zombies, the resurrection of the dead, and land pollution are all making humanity's living space increasingly smaller.

If it weren't for the fact that central America is truly sparsely populated, with a much lower population density compared to coastal areas, Weber, an old man in his sixties, wouldn't have been able to live to this day.

But even if the living space in central America is large, resources will gradually be depleted over time.

In a post-apocalyptic world where there is only plunder and no production, an old man won't live for more than a few years.

Weber was able to survive for a year thanks to his experience in the Vietnam War and his habit of hoarding food and weapons.

Thinking about this, Milton fell silent.

"In that case, let's work together to bid farewell to this world in a unique way!"

Milton grasped Weber's hand and said, word by word.

Weber smiled broadly.

"That's exactly what I wanted! Come on, let me show you the amazing treasure I've prepared!"

Without waiting for a reply, Webber pulled Milton to the warehouse next to the gas station, pulled up the roller shutter door, and a heavily armed pickup truck was revealed in front of the two of them.

The pickup truck has a bucket at the front and spikes and blades all over the sides, but these are not the most impressive features.

The most impressive thing is that a heavy machine gun is fixed to the back of the pickup truck, the kind of airborne weapon that is mounted on armed helicopters, which can easily tear a human body to pieces.

(That's about it)

Webber was pleased with Milton's shocked expression, patted the pickup truck door, and wore a smug look.

"This is what I modified over the past year. I originally planned to drive this car out for a race after I finished eating!"

"What a generous gift! Weber, this is a real treasure!"

Milton climbed into the back of the pickup truck and touched the barrel of the heavy machine gun.

With this big guy, Milton was even more confident in rescuing his granddaughter.

As long as that man doesn't show up!

Milton immediately pictured an incredibly handsome face.

Although he had successfully repelled the guy with the ultimate weapon, Godslayer, Milton knew the Spirit Police wouldn't give up. So, he didn't have much time left.

"Weber, there's no time to lose! We must act now!"

"Oh? So soon? Aren't you going to have a couple of drinks first?"

“Listen, Webber, I don’t have much time left. I have to get my granddaughter out of there before that guy finds me!”

"I understand. Let me load the weapons onto the truck!"

Weber opened the warehouse's basement, where there were over a dozen rifles and tens of thousands of bullets; even in the post-apocalyptic world, that would make him a wealthy man.

However, Webber did not hesitate to load the gun and bullets onto the pickup truck, preparing to use them all in the upcoming battle.

After preparing everything, Webber drove his pickup truck with Milton away from the gas station where he had lived for ten years.

"Weber, do you know of any strongholds of the Cult of Fear around here?"

"I happen to know a place, a church about five kilometers away, where those damn guys like to hold worship services and stuff."

"Alright! Let's go there first and ask where their leader is!"

"No problem! Hold on tight!"

The camera shifts to the side of the road.

"Are you okay?"

Roy sat on Claudia's lap, speechless as he watched Piper, who had only been on the back of the motorcycle at full speed for a short while before her body gave out.

He's currently squatting by the roadside, vomiting repeatedly, bringing up everything he ate today.

Piper stood up, pale-faced, only after he could no longer vomit anything and had even expelled all his stomach acid.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Roy, I really can't handle that speed!"

Roy shrugged, then took a bottle of mineral water from his inventory and tossed it to the blonde woman so she could rinse her mouth.

Otherwise, the taste in your mouth is just too strong; even the most beautiful woman would have to give up if she had that taste.

After returning to Earth, Roy found a way to replenish the supplies in his inventory, which all came from the underground warehouse in the Bay Area.

The Bay Area was hit by a nuclear bomb two years ago, and the radiation has not yet dissipated, so it has become a no-man's land.

However, the underground warehouse in the Bay Area was not affected by the radiation. Roy searched for a while and found a lot of supplies. Some of them were sent to Fallstown, and the rest were placed in his inventory.

"I told you long ago that following me wouldn't be easy, do you believe me now?"

Piper rinsed his mouth and then took a sip of mineral water.

“Mr. Roy, I haven’t had this mineral water for more than half a year! I used to take a few sips and then throw it away, but now I can’t even get a drink of it.”

This is the end times. In times of peace, the most insignificant things become extremely precious in the end times.

Seeing Piper's sorrowful expression, Roy thought of the many unfortunate people around the world struggling in the apocalypse, and a sense of responsibility welled up in his heart.

“Piper, I will end the apocalypse, do you believe me?”

Piper looked up at the solemn expression on Roy's face, and a feeling of hope inexplicably rose in his heart.

"Yes! Mr. Roy, you can definitely do it!"

Ultimately, this apocalypse was caused by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The apocalypse can be ended by eliminating the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The problem is that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are actually four concepts. If concepts could be killed so easily, Roy should have already killed the War Knight in the Ravensfall incident, and he wouldn't have been helpless against the Eye of Death, only able to put it in his inventory.

Wait, if we could collect the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and put them in our inventory, would that prevent the apocalypse from happening?
Roy thought about it more and more and felt that this was a good idea. The key issue now was how to turn the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse into a tangible thing.

The Death Eye only turned into a cat's eye stone by pure chance, and Roy himself didn't know how he managed it in Silent Hill.

It seems we still need to do some research.

"Mr. Roy, I'm much better now, let's move on!"

As he spoke, Piper had already sat on the back of the motorcycle and was holding Roy tightly around the waist.

"Claulia, let's go! Drive slowly this time!"

If Piper throws up again, Roy really can't take it.

At around 150 mph, the speed was still quite fast, but Piper could at least tolerate it.

Roy gripped the handlebars with one hand, took out the tracking gem, and checked Milton's location. Milton had already broken free from the Hellhound phantom's pursuit more than ten minutes ago, and his whereabouts were now unknown.

"Hey, that guy seems to be at a church nearby?"

“The church? Mr. Roy, I know where that church is! The Cult of Fear tried to proselytize me a year ago; it's located in that church. That's been their stronghold for a long time.” “Very good! Piper, you show Claudia the way!”

The blue motorcycle carried the two of them onto a side road. The surrounding environment became increasingly remote, and soon they arrived at the outside of a church located in the middle of a dead forest.

"I remember the last time I came here, the woods were still green..."

The Famine Knights' abilities have rendered most of the world's land unsuitable for growing plants, and now only technologically advanced nations can rely on hydroponic farms to cultivate crops.

However, hydroponic farms consume a lot of energy and water resources, which is another huge problem.

Roy noticed that the church door had been violently smashed open by something, which must have been Milton's doing.

“That guy has indeed been here. Let’s go in and ask him.”

As Roy and Piper approached the church entrance, they heard a woman inside giving a passionate speech.

"This is merely a small test from our Lord! As long as we relinquish our fears, we can enter the true Kingdom of God!"

It is clear that this is a cult missionary brainwashing his followers.

When Roy and Piper went inside, they saw corpses all over the ground and some women and elderly people being preached to by a woman.

"We were once cowards filled with fear, but under the light of our Lord, we can all break free from fear and become true warriors!"

That's what I said, but I was still startled when I saw Roy and Piper come in.

"I'm looking for someone. Has any of you seen this guy?"

Roy then pulled out the photo of Nicolas Cage.

Upon seeing the handsome and beautiful Roy and Piper, the cult members in the church breathed a sigh of relief, with the female missionary among them looking at the two with excitement.

"Oh! New brothers and sisters have arrived! Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to learn about our all-powerful Lord?"

She didn't even look at the photo in Roy's hand, otherwise she would have realized that the person in the photo was the one who had just attacked them.

“I’m not interested in your messy gods. Tell me if you’ve ever seen this person!”

The female missionary pointed at Roy with a trembling finger.

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy! How dare you disrespect our Lord! Guards, seize them!"

It seems that Roy and Piper were too good-looking, so the female missionary was not afraid of them at all and directly ordered them to be arrested.

Two old men actually responded to the female missionary, pulled out their guns, and walked towards Roy and Piper.

Roy rolled his eyes, then quickly pulled out his M629 and killed the two old men. These cult members who aided and abetted evil were definitely not good people.

"Gentlemen, tell me where this person went, and I will let him go."

As he spoke, Roy began reloading his revolver.

However, these people seemed to have been quite brainwashed. When they heard Roy's words, they just turned to look at the female missionary, as if waiting for her to make a decision.

The female missionary trembled with anger and pointed at the revolver in Roy's hand.

"What are you afraid of? He only has a revolver with a maximum of six bullets, while there are more than a dozen of you!"

It sounds very nice, but unfortunately everyone is hesitant. I guess those who were stubborn were killed in the previous battle. The rest of the people in the church are all cowards.

Such people certainly wouldn't dare to act without a leader.

The female missionary waved her hands frantically.

"You cowards! Death is not to be feared. After you die, you will all enter the temple of our Lord, where you will attain eternal bliss, free from hunger, pain, aging, and death!"

Roy now understood why this cult of fear had been able to develop; in America's post-apocalyptic world, such explanations were quite persuasive.

Especially for the vulnerable, they certainly yearn to escape this terrible world.

Encouraged by the female missionary, several rather burly women couldn't resist picking up the weapons beside them and starting to walk towards Roy.

At this moment, Roy had already loaded the bullets and rotated the magazine.

"Time is running out!"

"Seize him! Capture this blasphemer and sacrifice him to our Lord!"

The female missionary appeared to be insane, her face contorted like a demon from hell.

boom!
One shot to the head, and the female missionary was the first to meet her end.

"There's so much nonsense!"

Roy then fired five more bullets, killing the restless women.

"He's out of bullets! Kill him to avenge the priest!"

At this moment, seeing that Roy's revolver had run out of bullets, the others also stood up.

However, Roy reached behind him and pulled out a pump-action shotgun.

"What did you just say?"

These people immediately stopped in their tracks.

"I'm counting down to 10. If no one tells me where this person is, I'm killing you all!"

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from Roy, everyone knew he wasn't joking.

Finally, someone couldn't withstand the pressure and answered Roy's question.

"That guy went to the cult's headquarters!"

"Oh? Where is the headquarters of the cult?"

"Right here, right at the Felton refinery!"

Roy nodded, then turned to look at Piper.

Do you know where the Felton refinery is?

Piper was gazing at Roy with a look of utter infatuation. Roy's aura was so incredibly cool that she could hardly keep her legs together.

"Oh? I know! Felton Refinery is the largest refinery in Kansas, and it's about 30 kilometers from here!"

"Great! Take me there!"

Roy twirled his shotgun with a flourish, then turned and left the church.

As for the remaining people in the church, Roy had no interest in them at all; he would just let them fend for themselves.

Back with Claudia, ready to start anew, he saw Piper looking hesitant.

"What do you want to say?"

"Mr. Roy, can you teach me how to use a gun?"

"can not you do it?"

“My father told me when he was alive that girls don’t need to learn how to shoot.”

“Then your father’s words are biased. But it’s okay, you’ll definitely have a chance to learn how to use a gun when you get to Fallstown.”

"Mr. Roy, thank you!"

Piper (Amber Heard)
(End of this chapter)