Doomsday America

Chapter 108 Hide and Seek (10K)

Steve noticed this too, so he adjusted the altitude and whispered to Gavin.

"Boss, Richard Town looks too dark; there's none of the light we're hoping for!"

"Yes, that's normal."

Faced with the darkness of Richardtown, Gavin could not suppress his disappointment, but he still calmly explained to Steve.

"Put yourself in Steve's shoes. After you survived in Farm Town, wouldn't the first thing you do be to escape Farm Town?"

"In the villa where I just experienced the apocalypse, there were about three hundred people, and nearly five of them were not infected. There must be even more uninfected people in Richard Town, and I believe there must be survivors."

"However, they probably escaped from Richard Town!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin picked up his binoculars and looked through the darkness around him, following the main part of the town, which was difficult to see but still barely discernible.

As he continued to observe, Steve hovered the helicopter 2,700 meters above the town of Richard.

As Steve controlled the plane to descend slowly, he smiled at Gavin.

"Boss, there's not much wind tonight, and the weather's been pretty good lately."

"Hmm, even with the hatch open, it's not particularly cold tonight. What's our altitude now?"

Gavin exchanged pleasantries and then asked a question in return.

Upon hearing this, Steve glanced at it to confirm, and then reported back every two hundred meters.

"Two thousand and five."

……

"Two thousand one."

……

"One thousand and one"

"stop!"

Suddenly, Gavin shouted to stop, and Steve immediately steered the plane to halt its descent.

Meanwhile, in Richardtown...

"Roar!"

"hiss……"

"Beep, beep, beep!"

Gavin didn't need to say anything more; even Steve knew the zombies were already reacting.

Because at this moment, more than six car lights were lit up from all directions around Richard Town!

"1,100 meters!"

Gavin pondered the height with surprise and said to Steve with suspicion.

"Steve, have you ever noticed how high our helicopters usually fly before people on the ground can hear them?"

"Well... I'm not so sure. This kind of data seems basic, but in reality... no one usually pays much attention to it."

Steve replied with a somber expression.

"But boss!"

"No, don't call me 'boss' on the helicopter. Call me 'brother' on the helicopter!"

Gavin interrupted Steve and made a joke at him.

Steve was stunned for several seconds by his words before he couldn't help but chuckle and say with emotion.

"Brother, you're always so sentimental, but our team is different now!"

"I don't think the team in the apocalypse will be as easy to manage as in normal times. After all, in normal times, everyone just follows you to make money, but in the apocalypse, everyone will follow you to fight for their lives!"

"So I've thought about it. I can't keep calling you 'brother' all the time. Even though we're small now, I believe we'll grow stronger eventually, old man..."

"OK, that's enough, I already have a lot of flags on me!"

Upon hearing Steve's words, Gavin suppressed his anxiety and quickly interrupted Steve, saying...

"Let's change the subject, Steve. Where were we?"

"Oh, what did I just say... what did I just say? Right! What I wanted to say was, you asked me how low we need to fly to be heard, I'm really not sure about the exact altitude."

"But I know that when our helicopters are at an altitude of over 1,000 meters, they are basically inaudible to people on the ground!"

"Well, I see."

Gavin nodded, then gave the order in a low voice.

"Continue to descend to about 100 meters above the ground, then fly slowly away from the farm. Once we've confirmed that the zombie horde has mostly left Richard Town, we'll climb up, circle around a few times, and then try our luck in the farm area to the east!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin gripped the anchor point on the edge of the cabin with one hand, leaned out of the cabin, and used binoculars to observe the movements of the zombie horde as closely as possible.

As more and more cars in Richardtown trigger their alarms, Gavin can see the zombies in Richardtown shrinking inwards like a spider web.

Although Richardtown is a small town with a population of less than three thousand, there are an unusually large number of cars in the town, almost more than the number of people.

After all, cars are relatively inexpensive, especially used cars. There are countless cars priced from a few thousand to tens of thousands of dollars. Most people in Richardtown can save up enough money in a few months to buy a used car.

As the plane continued to descend, the intermittent flashing hazard lights helped Gavin make out the shape of the zombies.

Steve also turned on the helicopter's searchlight system. The nighttime searchlights, originally used to spot the wild boars and elk that were destroying the farm, immediately revealed the thousands of people piled up like a mountain!

Even though their target was in the sky, the zombies showed no signs of discouragement or giving up. Once they gathered directly below the helicopter, they began to pile up on top of each other without prior arrangement.

With just a few thousand zombies, they actually managed to pile up a small pyramid in the center of the town, which looked to be fourteen or fifteen meters high!
Even so, the zombies on the edge of the pyramid were still climbing onto their companions!

Steve stared at the constantly writhing pyramid of flesh and blood, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Then he whispered to Gavin.

"Boss..."

"When you're on a helicopter, you have to call each other 'brother'!"

"Okay, bro, don't get worked up. What I'm trying to say is, if we stay here any longer, won't a large number of low-level zombies get trampled to death?"

"Haha, that's a good idea. Even among the lowest levels of the zombie population, survival is tough!"

Gavin was amused by Steve's words. He put away his binoculars and looked down at the still-wriggling pile of zombies with his naked eye, giving Steve some good news.

"Steve, if we use some high-powered explosives and take advantage of the helicopter, the zombies might not be so difficult to deal with."

"Haha, brother, hearing you say that makes me feel much better. No matter how scary zombies are, they're just mindless beasts. They're no match for us!"

Steve laughed and responded to Gavin, then quietly asked about the next steps.

"So, brother, when do we lure them out into the outside world?"

"No rush, let the zombies trample for a while longer in vain. Your idea is very good!"

As Gavin responded, he sat down in the cabin in a great mood, watching the zombies roar at him with a smile.

As long as the helicopter rotors kept running, the zombies continued their relentless climb, piling up one after another, trying to reach the height of the helicopter.

But the only consequence of doing this is that they make the flesh and blood of the lower-level zombies even softer.

In the helicopter cockpit, Steve hovered the plane and began searching. A moment later, he actually threw a small square bottle at Gavin.

"Hey bro, catch!"

"What? Whiskey? You guys usually drink this to fly planes?"

Gavin took the bottle of whiskey, opened the cap, and took a swig without hesitation.

Like I said, he's in a great mood right now!

"what."

Gavin exhaled a refreshing breath of alcohol, casually tossed the empty bottle into the cabin, and then pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Gavin gave Steve an instruction.

“Let’s go, Steve. If we trample too many zombies in town, the rotting corpses and the potential for a plague will restrict our exploration of the town.”

“Every dead person should return to the world of the dead, but not to the towns; that would only cause us more trouble.”

"Leave them away, deal with the dead first, then keep looking for the living, buddy!"

“Yes, sir!” Steve replied readily.

"Fake..."

Gavin chuckled and cursed.

The more I tried to stop Steve from calling me "boss" in the helicopter, the more enthusiastically he started doing it!

The helicopter flew low, drawing the zombie horde of Richard Town into the dark shadows.

Nearly 500 meters from Richard Town, the hazard lights on the emergency vehicle stopped working, and for a moment, even Gavin could only vaguely see the direction of the horde of corpses.

After attracting attention for over a kilometer in the direction away from the farm, Gavin clapped his hands.

"Alright, buddy, climb up, cruise around Richard Town for a bit, then head to the Farm District."

"Okay, boss. It's a pity that all the vehicle alarms in town have been turned off, otherwise those headlights could have served as navigational aids."

Steve responded, then quickly increased the altitude, taking Gavin for a few laps around the area of ​​Richards Town, which was several kilometers away.

While Gavin and his companion were looking around in bewilderment, inside the farm estate...

After Gavin and the other man left, even though everyone was in their free rest time, no one was willing to leave the hall easily.

Even Eugene, that unreliable bastard, started having his right leg start shaking uncontrollably ever since Gavin disappeared into the night.

While shaking his leg, Eugene licked his lips.

After a long silence, he grinned and said.

"Haha, like I said before, little lambs, your boss is gone, now I'm the one in charge here, I..."

"Cough cough!"

Not far away, Madison sipped his ice cream and coughed lightly twice, his voice drawing a disapproving look from Eugene.

"Madison! Can't you fucking let me show off in a proper way?!"

"I didn't say anything, you short, red-haired bastard. If you're so tough, let's have a go at it in the boxing ring!"

Madison gave Eugene the middle finger from a distance, then swallowed the last bite of ice cream.

The tense and anxious atmosphere in the hall was slightly eased by their conversation.

Nikita curled up on the sofa, her legs tucked in, her socks stubbling out, and lay on her side next to the armrest, hugging her knees. She asked Winnie in a soft voice.

"Do you have this kind of rest time every day, that is... a period of time where you do nothing and just waste time?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Nikita's words, Winnie looked at her in astonishment, then rolled her eyes and said...

"Thank goodness you're not my former principal, really..."

"Uh... okay, I think I understand. Perhaps in a normal family, this kind of rest time that is completely under one's own control is quite common, right?"

Nikita pursed her lips enviously.

Noticing Nikita's expression, Winnie seemed to understand something, so she moved closer to Nikita, leaned on his shoulder, and said something.

“I thought that only children’s time does not belong to themselves. For example, I have to do homework, control my TV time, eat at the designated time, and take a bath at the designated time. But I thought that when I grew up, I would not encounter this situation.”

"Maybe so, or maybe I haven't grown up yet?"

Nikita smiled and responded to Winnie.

As she spoke, she looked at Winnie's exceptionally delicate face and couldn't resist wanting to ruffle her hair.

But when she raised her hand, she realized that Winnie wasn't actually that much shorter than her.

Winnie is only twelve years old, but that's because she hasn't turned thirteen yet. She'll be thirteen when she celebrates her birthday this year.

And thirteen-year-old European and American girls...

A very strange phenomenon often occurs.

That is... it's like I grew up overnight!
They've gone from elementary school students to middle school students!

Although Winnie is only twelve years old, she is actually about 1.5 meters tall.

And Nikita...

Although she was seventeen, she was only 1.64 meters tall, not much taller than Winnie.

For a moment, even the usually composed Nikita felt a little flustered by her height, so she withdrew her hand that was about to touch Winnie and instead touched the top of her head with it.

At the same time, upon hearing Nikita's last words, Winnie pondered for a moment, then looked up at Nikita and whispered.

"Nikita, is your mother... usually very strict?"

"It's alright, it's just that I have a lot of demands. But once I start school, I'll realize that I have much less than my classmates... which seems to make my life more interesting."

"Nikita said nostalgically."

"For example, my mom didn't allow me to watch TV or use a cell phone. Oh, that changed when I was fifteen. I could use a regular cell phone, but not a smartphone."

“In addition, whenever my mother comes home, I have to do case analysis with her and watch all kinds of crime reports, especially those involving female victims.”

“That shocked me quite a bit, but I know it was also a form of protection for me. As for the mock legal arguments my mother and I have conducted on various cases, my mother is a great lawyer, and I rarely win against her.”

"Ah this..."

Hearing Nikita's words, Winnie turned her head with difficulty and looked at Doris with immense relief.

Her mother was sitting next to old Bert's wheelchair, chatting with Eugene Madison, Bella, and a few others.

It seemed like Eugene told a joke, and a whole bunch of people were laughing hysterically.

I am especially grateful that my mother is not as strict as Nikita's mother.

Winnie pursed her thin lips and said softly.

"I don't know how to describe it. I can only say that I might not like your mother's mother, but she really raised you to be very outstanding. They both take care of us in different ways."

"Now that I think about it, my parents love me very much. Even though my grades are always terrible, they never scold me. My brother always brings me beautiful gifts."

“I can watch TV and play games, but I can’t keep cats and dogs because my brother is allergic to cat and dog hair.”

"If there hadn't been an apocalypse, maybe I would never have been as good as you, but at least I would have been like an ordinary girl, going to a university with less marijuana and dating a few boyfriends who didn't smoke."

"And you, Nikita, does your mother even interfere with your dating life?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Winnie's words, Nikita paused slightly, and a blush of embarrassment immediately appeared on her exceptionally pale face.

She slightly tucked her knees in, hugged her calves and pinched them, then pursed her lips nervously.

"I……"

Nikita glanced at the crowd and, seeing that everyone else was still chatting about Texas jokes, she carefully moved closer to Winnie and whispered something.

"You'll all find out about my joke sooner or later, but please try not to let everyone discover it too soon, okay?"

“I’ve talked about this with my classmates before, and I know that it’s very, very embarrassing for a girl my age to have a virginity.”

"But... but my mom is very strict. More than a dozen boys who wrote me love letters and tried to flirt with me were all severely reprimanded by her. She absolutely forbids me from dating before I'm an adult, not even... not even holding hands."

At this point, Nikita had already curled up into a ball.

Family members, who understands this? In most American high schools, especially colleges, female students really compete to see who has their first sexual experience earlier, and this leads to the formation of female bullying circles!

Because they seem to associate sexual experience with a girl's maturity and sex appeal!

You can see that the cheerleading captain of every school is definitely the most conspicuous stamp collecting expert in that school.

If a cheerleader captain hasn't slept with the school's football, basketball, baseball stars, etc., and hasn't gained enough on-campus exposure by hanging around star male athletes.

Then her position as cheerleader captain will most likely be squeezed out by other more seductive bitches!

Of course, this excludes cheerleaders whose parents are school board members.

Meanwhile, under Winnie's utterly shocked gaze, Nikita continued awkwardly.

"As for after my mother left me, although I occasionally wanted to rebel, but..."

"Whether I truly like or am used to my mother's rules or not, those rules are the last thing she left me."

“I will grow up sooner or later, and those rules will disappear when I grow up. But if I just abandon them, I will not only lose my mother, I will lose everything, won’t I?”

At this point, Nikita pursed her lips sadly and hugged Winnie tightly, slightly offending her.

Winnie was growing and was quite thin all over, but her tummy was warm.

Winnie didn't usually like being held like this, but at this moment, she wished Nikita could hold her a little longer.

Because that way, with her back to Nikita, she wouldn't let Nikita see her face, which was about to collapse!

What are the standards for a leader?
Clean, beautiful, and intelligent.

Does Nikita lack brains? She's actually quite intelligent; her ability to think and her courage are a big plus!

Moreover, although Nikita is of average height, she has delicate features and a rational, scholarly air. Her fair skin and light brown short hair make her look like a model.

Even if they don't reach the level of Victoria's Secret supermodels, they can at least dominate small and medium-sized fashion shows!
And clean...

Good heavens!
Winnie wanted to curse right then and there!
This was clearly the hardest one, or rather, Winnie didn't think anyone could surpass her on this one.

But Nikita, how can you be so clean? You've never even held hands with anyone?

You...you're like this...

Winnie groggily raised her head and looked out at the night view through the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor.

At this moment, she seemed a little lost.

Nikita didn't pay attention to Winnie's expression; she couldn't even see Winnie's face.

However, among the team's few three women, Nikita does indeed prefer Winnie a little more.

On the one hand, Doris is older, and Nikita, not being familiar with her, is a little unaccustomed to taking the initiative to communicate with an older person.

It seems like many young people are like this.

As for Bella...

Nikita glanced at Bella from afar. She was now dressed in yoga clothes, boldly showing off her figure. She was sitting on the sofa next to Madison and Eugene, with one leg on the ground and the other leg on the sofa, which she was holding in her arms.

From a distance, it sounded like Eugene had told another dirty joke. Doris blushed and turned away, while Bella laughed heartily.

Her giggles, combined with her leg-hugging gesture, gave her otherwise unremarkable face an inexplicable charm. And those long legs of hers…

"Wow, those are such long legs..."

Nikita couldn't help but mutter something, which made Winnie look up at her in a daze.

Winnie whispered as she looked at Nikita's profile.

"Yeah, Bella is so tall, and her legs are so long, she must be almost six feet tall, right?"

At this point, Winnie unconsciously leaned against Nikita, stretching her legs out on the sofa.

Even though she tried her best to straighten her legs and even flatten the backs of her feet, she still couldn't manage it.

Her legs were nowhere near as good as Bella's...

So she quietly tucked her legs in, and together with Nikita, they transformed into big, round white rabbits.

Noticing Winnie's action, Nikita was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

"Don't worry, Winnie, you'll grow taller too!"

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Winnie glanced suspiciously at the top of Nikita's head.

Sister, is it really appropriate for you to advise me like this? You're already seventeen, not much younger than Bella, but you're a whole head shorter than her...

Most people might not have been able to decipher the meaning behind Winnie's gaze.

But Nikita saw in Winnie's direction with just one glance what she was thinking.

For a moment, Nikita, dissatisfied, hugged Winnie and leaned back against the back of the large sofa.

"You've gone too far, kid! Don't attack my height!"

"I didn't, because I'm shorter than you, why would I attack your height!"

Winnie responded with a mischievous grin.

Upon hearing this, Nikita reached out and grabbed Winnie's waist.

"You're still young, you can still grow up, but I'm not young anymore!"

"Ok?"

Hearing Nikita say that, Winnie shifted her head suspiciously.

Then, Winnie asked back with a mischievous grin.

"Is it really that big? I don't feel it at all~"

"You've gone too far, Winnie!"

The two of them talked for quite a long time, facing the night sky.

Eugene's group of older guys unanimously left the two minors aside.

This group of guys is a mix of old, middle-aged and young generations, and their output is truly ferocious.

First, Eugene talked about the different styles of headscarves and underwear worn by Middle Eastern women, and then Bella shared some erotic stories about the bitches in her university.

Old Bert would occasionally chime in, talking about his girlfriends from recent years and, incidentally, their most impressive skills.

Then, they all pressured Madison to expose the extravagant party activities of the sports stars to everyone!
Madison continued recounting Gavin's incredible experience of leading ten Victoria's Secret supermodels back to his room until the early hours of the morning.

Eugene kept exclaiming, "No wonder, no wonder!"

On the second-floor corridor, William rubbed his tired eyes and called out loudly to those below.

"It's eight o'clock, guys. The boss's designated rest time is over. It's time for us to exercise!"

"Fuck you, William, you jerk! Can't you see we're having a fun time that's even better than Oprah Winfrey's talk show?!"

Eugene jumped up and cursed at William from a distance.

Upon hearing this, William rolled his eyes, glanced at his watch, and continued.

"That's Gavin's rule, so does anyone want to break the boss's rules?"

"Boss, boss, he keeps saying 'boss' all the time. Do you believe me? If it weren't for him, I could be the boss of everyone. Fuck you!"

"Red hair? Boxing ring?"

Madison immediately stood up, his tall figure instantly obscuring Eugene.

Seeing this, Eugene took out a cigar and continued casually.

"Alright, this is all for your sake, Old Mac. I'm not afraid of that star quarterback, absolutely not!"

At this point, Eugene cut the cigar, put it in his mouth, and continued speaking while using a lighter to heat the cigar until it glowed red.

"Anyway, what did the boss say tonight? He wants me to teach you guys how to disassemble and maintain guns, right?"

"I have to admit, we have more and more guns, and I absolutely cannot maintain them all by myself. You guys really need to help us out!"

"So let's go, Commander Eugene's gun lesson is about to begin. Let's go to the armory first, disassemble his guns for an hour, and then play on the treadmill~"

After saying that, Eugene, with a cigar in his mouth, strode towards the third floor.

Nikita, belatedly realizing what was happening, suddenly sat up and shouted towards the second floor.

"Wait, am I supposed to go on guard duty now?"

"That's right, ma'am, your shift tonight is from eight to ten o'clock!"

William spoke to Nikita with righteous indignation, his tone as that of any competent police officer speaking to a white taxpayer.

Upon hearing this, Nikita quickly changed his clothes, grabbed his shotgun, and sat down at the guard post on the second floor.

William simply pointed out a few locations to her, because the manor was very large, and you couldn't see all directions from just sitting in one place, so the sentries had to be moved to different positions.

While the two of them were discussing the issue of sentry posts.

Winnie returned to Doris's side and walked with the crowd toward the armory.

In the past, they usually acted separately, but today they came together without prior arrangement!
Winnie looked at the advancing group and felt a little confused. Had everyone been staying together all night?

it's wired?
But when she passed by the botanical garden and saw the darkness outside through the windows that let in sunlight, she realized that the outside world was completely dark.

"His!"

Winnie instinctively took a breath; the darkness outside put immense pressure on her!
At that moment, Winnie finally understood why everyone was together.

Because there is no light left in this world!

Over the past two days, through the windows of the manor, people could see the streetlights in the distance, as well as the lights from the chicken farm, cattle farm, and horse farm.

Meanwhile, the lights of the old Gavin family manor in front of the manor echoed the lights of everyone else.

Those lights may seem inconspicuous, but in fact, it was the presence of those lights that made the team members forget that they were already on a desert island!

But after all the lights outside the manor went out completely...

Even though the manor was still brightly lit, the boundless darkness outside seemed to be swallowing the entire manor up.

Under what circumstances did human ancestors unite to form the earliest tribal structures?
To cope with the terror of survival, and the inevitable darkness that comes every day!
The absolute darkness has always posed a significant threat to humankind.

Humans also lack the eyes to see through the darkness.

Meanwhile, in this absolutely dark night sky...

Steve and Gavin circled around Richard Town several times, and also searched the vicinity of the reservoir.

Unfortunately, Gavin's hopes have not yet been realized.

Gavin exhaled a breath of alcohol, shook his head with a smile, and spoke to Steve.

"Let's go to the farm area. Most private farms have their own generators. If the survivors there clear out their homes, they might be able to connect to the generators for lighting after the power outage!"

"maybe."

In the pilot's seat, Steve pondered as he steered the plane around the course.

"Boss, what do you think..."

"Don't call me boss!"

"Okay, brother, do you think it's possible that the survivors just experienced a power outage and are hesitant to make any rash moves, which is why they haven't created any light tonight?"

“There must be living people in Richard Town. I trust your judgment more than you do. Maybe we’ll make an unexpected discovery in a day or two!”

"Haha, okay, thanks for the comfort, buddy."

Gavin chuckled and patted the cockpit, while looking down at a glimmer of light that was gradually approaching.

As they flew from the reservoir to the farm, they passed by the manor.

Noticing the faint light in the manor, Steve let out a sigh of relief and called out to Gavin with a smile.

"Boss, I swear, I've seen our manor countless times, but this is definitely the most fucking exciting I've ever seen it!"

"Same here, buddy, it feels so good to have light!"

Gavin smiled and nodded, then took out his binoculars and looked towards the manor.

Meanwhile, in the manor, on the second-floor corridor.

Nikita didn’t even need a telescope to see the shimmering spots of light streaking across the night sky.

Although the helicopter was too far away, she couldn't hear it at all.

But she immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and asked softly.

"Sir, did your plane pass by the camp?"

"Yes."

Gavin continued to joke over the intercom.

"While we look forward to more survivors joining us, the kind of good fortune where a survivor falls from the sky into the air like a helicopter is unlikely to happen in the early stages of the apocalypse."

"Ha ha!"

Eugene's laughter rang out on the intercom at just the right moment. He shouted at Gavin with his naturally raspy, hoarse voice.

"Boss, if the apocalypse lasts a long time, and a helicopter suddenly flies up to our vicinity, hellfire will probably rain down from the sky!"

Upon hearing this, Gavin responded with a hearty laugh.

"The good news is my blast-proof manor can withstand Hellfire; the bad news is we'll be scalded to death inside, and then we'll be thoroughly cooked, haha~"

After laughing, Gavin stopped responding to the intercom, and the helicopter quickly flew over the estate, heading east.

During the flight, the helicopter maintained an altitude of over 2,500 meters, which prevented Gavin from checking on the cattle.

Steve didn't keep the searchlight on the whole time, since a searchlight wouldn't provide much illumination to the ground two or three kilometers away; it only became effective when zoomed in to five or six hundred meters.

After all, they were flying civilian helicopters, and most civilian helicopters use LED searchlights. Only military helicopters are equipped with xenon searchlights, which are qualified to illuminate distances of thousands of meters.

Moving along the river in the darkness, passing farm towns and crossing cultivated areas, Steve finally arrived at his destination.

After carefully observing the outside of the window and confirming that he hadn't flown in the wrong direction, Steve spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, we've probably reached the area of ​​small private farms. Should we descend a bit? Descending to 1,500 meters shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Two kilometers, just to be on the safe side."

Gavin responded quickly, then explained to Steve.

"Although the intelligence is not accurate, based on the current situation, I speculate that zombies are more interested in higher frequency sounds, and their ability to receive high frequency sounds is also stronger than when they were alive."

"Otherwise, the zombies in Richard Town shouldn't have discovered us when we were at an altitude of 1,100 meters."

As soon as he finished speaking, the helicopter slowly descended to an altitude of about two thousand meters, constantly cutting through the wind in the darkness.

Gavin couldn't actually see his surroundings clearly, and he even had difficulty discerning directions. But what he needed wasn't to see everything clearly; all he wanted was a beam of light!

One minute, five minutes, eight minutes...

Just as the helicopter was about to rush out in one direction for nearly ten kilometers...

suddenly!

Gavin's eyes lit up!
"Steve, watch your left."

He reminded Steve, then quickly picked up his binoculars and looked toward the suspected light source.

While silently praying that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, and that it wasn't the moonlight reflected from that small lake.

Gavin turned his gaze to the light source with anticipation and immediately saw a small two-story house with lights on!
"Pretty!"

Gavin slapped his thigh excitedly.

"I knew it! Anyone who survives the first wave of zombie outbreaks will at least have some mobility!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin pounded the cabin twice.

"Steve, move closer. We've identified the light source on the lower left; it's a house with the lights on!"

"Fuck it, that's awesome, boss!"

"Don't call me boss!"

"Good boss!"

A burst of noise suddenly erupted in Steve and Gavin's headsets.

At the same time, their helicopter quickly moved to directly above the small house.

Gavin held the binoculars, trying to observe the surrounding environment as much as possible.

No matter how dark it is down there, he has to make sure there are no other densely populated residential areas within a kilometer of the small house with the light!

After observing for a long time, Gavin took a deep breath and said softly.

"Steve, make an emergency landing immediately. Turn on the searchlights at an appropriate altitude. We don't need to hide!"

“I’ve already checked the surrounding environment. Although I can’t see very clearly, the darkness of the buildings and the darkness of the grass and forest are definitely different. There shouldn’t be any other buildings within a kilometer of that house!”

"Roger that!"

Steve responded immediately, while excitedly continuing to descend.

When the altitude dropped to about 500 meters, he turned on the searchlight, and the bright light immediately enveloped the house.

It was a typical Texas farm, with a dozen or twenty trees surrounding the estate, and winding paths leading to distant roads.

To the left of the house is a warehouse, a stable, and a cowshed. The planting area is not visible at the moment, or perhaps it doesn't exist. After all, Texas is a major livestock state, and not every farmer has to farm.

Seeing that the area below was completely illuminated by the headlights, Gavin couldn't help but squint, trying to see if there were any people around.

Unfortunately, even after descending to around 200 meters, they still couldn't see anyone.

Steve laughed as he continued to steer the plane down.

"See, boss? They're wary of us!"

"Bullshit, I'd be wary too. After all, our plane isn't spray-painted with images of huge, beautiful women."

Gavin responded with a shout and quickly gave the order.

"Steve, hover the helicopter at a height of fifteen meters above the ground. I'll use the zipline to go down and search. We must ensure that our vehicles have stable evacuation conditions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin found a rope in the cabin, tied it to a fixed point, and threw the end of the rope down.

Steve steadied the plane, turned to look at Gavin, and said.

"be careful."

"Don't worry, everything will go smoothly."

Gavin gave Steve a thumbs up, then squatted down beside the rope, cautiously observing the surrounding environment.

The house with the lights on was completely deserted; not even the curtains were drawn. It was unknown where the person who had turned on the lights was hiding.

Gavin looked around and couldn't help but lick his lips.

He won't just focus his search on houses with bright lights!

Barns and stables are places where people could be hiding.

After all, Gavin likes to put himself in the survivor's perspective to see things.

If he were alone on the small farm, he wouldn't rashly move into a house that's like a lighthouse in the darkness without confirming whether the light source has any additional attraction to zombies!
Because any normal person should know the attraction of a light source in the dark.

Whether it's zombies that might be attracted to a light source.

Or other living people who will inevitably be attracted by the light source.

All of these could potentially bring utter disaster to the homeowner!

Gavin then scanned the barn, the stables, and what appeared to be a warehouse, before patting his bulletproof vest.

"Steve, maintain altitude and listen carefully to the radio!"

He gave Steve one last reminder, then took off his noise-canceling headphones, and the noise of the propellers immediately rushed into his ears.

Despite the noise, Gavin went to the side, found a cowboy hat, put it on his head, then put on leather gloves and slid down the rope cleanly and efficiently.

After leaving the helicopter, he hooked his feet onto the rope to control his descent speed and landed quickly and safely on the ground.

The first thing he did after landing was to quickly close his eyes, pick up the walkie-talkie, and shout at Steve.

"Holy crap, bro, move the spotlight, it's fucking blinding!"

"what?"

Steve suddenly realized what was happening and quickly turned off the searchlight that was shining directly down.

Gavin instinctively took a full two seconds to recover from the shock of being blinded by the flashbang, and then hurriedly began to observe his surroundings.

Chug tug tug…

Apart from the noise of the helicopter, there was no other sound, and as for people...

Gavin raised his hand to hold down his cowboy hat, preventing it from being blown away by the strong winds generated by the propeller, and walked towards the front door of the house.

But just as he got closer and was only six or seven meters away from the main gate...

He suddenly turned around and looked at the warehouses and barns around him!

After one glance, Gavin burst out laughing.

Because it was so dark, he shouldn't have been able to see anything clearly.

But this survivor who was playing hide-and-seek with himself...

He looks like he's wearing glasses!

(End of this chapter)