Doomsday America

Chapter 110 The Horror of Richardtown (12K)

Click...

The door to the room on the second floor opened.

The breathing of everyone in the hall suddenly stopped, and even Eugene couldn't help but shut his mouth.

Feeling the eerily quiet atmosphere in the hall, Madison stood by the railing, clutching his clothes, and asked the others with suspicion.

"What's going on? It looks like you guys had a fight."

After saying that, Madison shook his head and strode toward Sariel's room.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

He knocked on Sariel's door and asked.

"Hey buddy, do you mind if I bring your clothes in? If not, I'll go in!"

After saying that, Madison, seeing that he was not getting a response, simply opened the door and went inside.

"Alas!"

The moment Madison stepped into the room, his eyes widened, and he immediately yelled at Sariel.

"What the hell is this smell, buddy? Did you eat canned herring?! Turn on the ventilation right now!"

"Uh, sorry, I've already opened it, but my old clothes are really...uh, sorry."

Sariel responded from afar, while Madison quickly threw the new clothes onto the bed, then grabbed Sariel's discarded clothes and ran straight outside!
He rushed out of the room, followed the second-floor corridor to the west-side terrace, and ran outside, throwing his clothes on the ground.

Then, he strode over to find gasoline, poured it on his clothes without hesitation, and set them on fire!

In the lobby, watching Madison hurriedly run off with his clothes, Gavin couldn't help but admire the black man.

If this guy dares to wear clothes like that, he might actually have been a street hustler in Chicago!
While Madison was burning the clothes, Gavin turned around, smiled at everyone in the hall, and said...

"I just realized that I probably need to take a shower and wash my clothes while I'm at it."

"So, let's stop here for today. If anyone has anything else they'd like to say, feel free to talk to me privately. I'd love to hear from you!"

After saying that, Gavin got up and went back to his room to change his clothes.

Steve was the same; both of them had the lingering, pungent smell of salvia on them.

Gavin and Steve left one after the other.

The people in the hall looked at each other, then Eugene awkwardly got up, went to old Bert, and awkwardly put on a fierce expression.

"I admit, I was judging him by his appearance, but I still think he wasn't manly enough because he shouldn't have faked the fire station bombing; he should have used real explosives to blow up New York City Hall!"

After saying that, Eugene licked his lips and walked silently toward the gym.

After Eugene left, Doris took old Bert back to his room and then took her daughter to the gym to work out.

After taking a shower, Gavin took his clothes to the laundry room and washed his gloves there.

After finishing, he glanced at the time and it was almost 9:40.

So he went up to the second floor, glanced at Rudolf Sariel's door, and took out his walkie-talkie.

"Steve, are you done with your work? If you are, go check on Rudolph. Is that guy passed out in the bathtub?"

"Got it. I'll be there right away."

Steve immediately came out of the room in his pajamas and nodded to Gavin.

Seeing Steve approach, Gavin grabbed him and gave him a word of advice.

"Tell the new guy about the camp rules."

"No problem, don't worry, boss."

Steve nodded emphatically, then went into Sariel's room and sighed helplessly.

After several tens of minutes of ventilation, the toxic gas-like feeling in Sariel's room was at least gone.

Seeing Steve enter, Sariel took two labored breaths in the bathtub and waved to Steve from afar.

"Sorry, I'm washing a little slowly. There are so many places I need to scrub... phew... there are just too many..."

Well, even taking a shower is a huge challenge for Sariel.

With his physique, even the slightest movement is like a disaster for him!
Seeing this, Steve sighed, put on his fierce expression, and walked towards the bathroom.

A glance at the bathtub revealed that the water had clearly been changed more than once; it wasn't as dirty as one might expect.

This made Steve breathe a long sigh of relief.

"let me help you."

He wouldn't allow Sariel to refuse, and immediately picked up a wiping cloth and began scrubbing Sariel's body with all his might.

Outside the room, Gavin saw that Steve was gone and never returned, and he roughly understood the difficulties Sariel had encountered.

How can someone who's so fat they're practically a ball clean themselves up?

This is the trouble that inevitably arises when taking in a fat man, and it's also why Gavin initially didn't want to take in Sariel.

but……

Think of Sariel, who was always saying sorry.

Then think about what old Bert said about Sariel's background...

Gavin shook his head, then suddenly laughed.

In the distance, Nikita heard a soft laugh and couldn't help but turn to look at Gavin.

Seeing Gavin smiling happily, she pursed her lips and asked from a distance.

"Sir, you seem to be in a good mood~"

"Yes, troubles may be distressing, but kindness can always soothe the heart. I have gained a lot tonight."

After saying that, Gavin went back to his room, took off his clothes, and went to sleep.

It's almost 10 o'clock. There's no need for him to exercise tonight; he still has to stand guard from the second to the fourth shift.

After drifting off to sleep, Gavin vaguely opened his eyes, not knowing how much time had passed.

As he casually grabbed the gun from the bedside table, Gavin glanced at his watch.

The time is 2:42...

"Ok?"

Gavin pursed his lips, then sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and then got dressed and got out of bed.

Without wearing a bulletproof vest, but carrying only a rifle, Gavin walked out of the room and looked towards the sentry post in the distance.

With no one at the post, perhaps Madison is at another post?

Gavin spent a few minutes walking around the estate and finally saw Madison through the glass on the east terrace.

At this very moment, Old Mike is carrying a rifle on his back, using binoculars as a microphone, and treating the entire terrace as a stage, where he is passionately performing.

Through the glass, Gavin couldn't hear what Madison was singing. He only saw the guy pacing back and forth on his own stage, occasionally bending down to make a gesture to greet the fans.

"Fake..."

Seeing Madison gesticulating wildly, Gavin chuckled and opened the mechanical door to the terrace. This time, he could finally hear the song Madison was singing.

That's Imagine Dragons' "Demons." Gavin also really likes this song, but while Vince McMahon's rendition is passionate, it always seems to lack something.

Gavin thinks that Old Man is better suited to rap!
As Gavin walked out, Madison's singing stopped abruptly. He quickly turned around, beaming, and waved to Gavin.

"Boss, why are you awake?"

"If I don't wake up soon, you'll have to ask William to take over. What, are you planning to let me rest a little longer, or do you feel uneasy about me standing guard?"

Gavin walked over to Old Man with a smile and patted Old Man's arm.

Madison grinned and, together with Gavin, leaned over the edge of the terrace, gazing at the dark night sky.

"I've been in good spirits these past few days, even a bit excited, so there's nothing wrong with staying on the post a little longer."

"Unlike you, you have too many things to do every day, buddy."

Gavin nodded upon hearing Madison's words.

"I appreciate your kindness, but this is a one-time exception. Go back to sleep now."

"After we wake up, there's still a lot of work waiting for us during the day."

After saying this, Gavin waved to Madison, who nodded and left.

Gavin leaned against the edge of the terrace, watching Madison return to her room, then turned and stared blankly into the dark distance.

In the darkness of night, without a searchlight, even with binoculars, he couldn't see more than a few hundred meters.

Without the lights around the highway, night patrols encountered some minor troubles.

So Gavin silently pondered a solution: they had to turn some of the surrounding lights back on.

As for searchlights, they don't have any now, and those things are rarely seen on the entire farm.

but……

Gavin thought for a moment and realized that there was a prison of moderate size near the Indian reservation further east, where there would definitely be searchlights.

It seems I'll need to set aside a few days to try and explore the area around the Indian reservation.

As for turning on the nearby lights...

Perhaps we can start today.

There are plenty of generators at home, so dealing with this shouldn't be difficult.

Time slipped away as I pondered these thoughts, and soon it was almost four o'clock.

Before Gavin could call him, William got out of bed on his own.

On another bed not far away, Eugene rolled over unhappily and groaned.

"I fucking hate your ringtone!"

"Uh……"

Hearing Eugene's words, William turned off the ringer and laughed.

"Then you'll have to wait a few more years. I just replaced this phone last year, and it won't break for at least three to five years!"

After saying that, William put his phone aside and got up to start getting dressed.

When he came out of the room, Gavin had just returned to his post from the terrace. The two chatted briefly before Gavin went back to his room to rest.

William was truly obsessed with his duty to stand guard.

William remained awake until around six o'clock. Seeing the rising sun illuminating the earth, he took his four dogs for a walk outside the manor and let them relieve themselves.

Unlike Gavin, William planned to bury the dog poop directly in the ground.

But just as William was busy burying the dog poop, the manor gates suddenly opened!

"who!"

At that moment, William's heart skipped a beat!
As he tried to recall if he had missed anything, he quickly looked towards the door.

Sariel was seen leaning against the doorframe, facing the rising sun, as he found William's location.

"Excuse me, it's me... Rudolf. How should I address you?"

Rudolf, dressed in a tight-fitting tracksuit, waved to William from a distance.

William quickly led the dog, staggered over to Sariel, and said with a smile.

“I am William Heimward, a trainee police officer before the apocalypse.”

"Hello, officer, have I caused you any trouble? Steve told me that dinner would be served at eight o'clock, but... I think I woke up too early."

As Rudolf spoke, he leaned against the doorframe, pointed to the grass in front of him, and continued to ask.

May I leave the room?

"Of course, buddy, this is our camp, not a prison."

William quickly responded, but after responding, he couldn't help but say something to Rudolf.

"But you'd better not stray too far from the manor. If zombies appear, you'd better make sure you can run back to the manor, buddy!"

"I won't go too far. I just want to do something. I haven't been active in a long time."

Seeing that William had given him permission to leave the house, Rudolph took a deep breath, stepped onto the ground, and walked step by step toward the cattle pen.

Watching Rudolf's slow figure, William followed closely behind and whispered.

“Would you like to see the cows first, Sariel? That’s a good start; those big, mooing creatures are quite docile.”

"Excuse me, may I call you Rudolf, officer?"

Rudolf strode forward with difficulty without turning his head, and said to William at the same time.

Upon hearing this, William rolled his eyes in annoyance and then offered his suggestion.

"Rudolf, do you know what comes to mind when I say this name? I think of Indiana Jones and the mustache in it, and I also think a bit about Blitzkrieg Poland."

"Besides, I think Sariel suits you better. Your name itself is interesting; the first part belongs to a demon, and the second part belongs to an angel. I think you have some angelic qualities, buddy~"

As soon as he finished speaking, William, disregarding what Sariel thought, called out "Sariel, Sariel" twice.

Seeing this, Sariel shook his head helplessly, then went to the cattle pen to check.

After determining the extent of the cow's engorgement, he leaned wearily against the fence and asked William.

"Officer, do you know where the cows' fodder is?"

"Oh, so you just want to feed the cows, or are you planning to milk them after feeding them?"

William noticed Sariel's observation of the jujube, and asked him with concern.

Seeing William's worried look, Sariel paused for a moment, then smiled and said.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, but I believe my will can overcome my body."

“The things that have happened in the last month, especially what happened last night, must be a sign from God.”

“I used to curse Him for taking everything from me, but even now, when disaster strikes every corner of the world, someone as useless as me can still survive by sheer luck. Isn’t this God’s arrangement?”

"Since he has arranged it this way, I think that even with my current depraved body, I must be able to do something."

At this point, Sariel gently reached out and touched the cow's mouth as it approached him with his palm.

After feeling the damp heat from the cow's mouth, Sariel turned to look at the rising sun. His incredibly obese body actually exuded a sacred aura under the baptism of the rising sun!
William looked at the scene before him with some emotion, because at this moment, Sariel could practically star in an American Dream movie!

Like Forrest Gump, or The Pursuit of Happyness.

In short, at this moment, William actually began to believe that Sariel could lose weight!

He nodded with a sigh and smiled.

“Okay, I’ll get you the hay. Eugene chopped up enough hay for three days yesterday.”

"By the way, Eugene is the short guy who was the most aggressive yesterday. I'm his cousin. He didn't mean any harm. Can I apologize to you on his behalf?"

"Uh……"

Hearing William's words, Sariel lowered her head awkwardly and looked at her large, sagging belly.

Then, Sariel gently shook his head and smiled.

"Why apologize? Just because he told the truth? If telling the truth requires an apology... then the world shouldn't be like this."

As she spoke, Sariel patted her stomach.

"Look."

He continued to smile at William.

"I think my friend Eugene only made one mistake last night, which was that he underestimated my weight, because I might weigh more than a pig."

"Don't say that, Sariel!"

William pursed his lips somewhat awkwardly and whispered to Sariel.

Seeing William's awkward expression, Sariel shook his head and continued to smile.

"Don't worry about it, my friend. Everything has its cause and effect, and not every pitiful person really deserves your sympathy."

"I'm the one who ate myself into this state; no one else helped me eat even half a hamburger, did they?"

"Since I am the cause of everything, I should bear the consequences of this appearance."

"Besides, Eugene is absolutely right. Even I don't like myself right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sariel struggled to the makeshift stable and grabbed a small pitchfork with his large, fat hands.

After forking the hay into the feeding bucket, Sariel bent down with great difficulty, picked up the hay, and staggered toward the cattle and horses.

Seeing Sariel's slow but steady movements, William quickly stepped forward, wanting to grab a pitchfork to fill another bucket with hay and help Sariel with some work.

Hearing the voice behind him, Sariel slowly stopped, then turned around and spoke to William from a distance.

“Excuse me, officer, your job right now is to ensure the safety of the entire camp, not to shower me with your shining compassion.”

“I acknowledge that your compassion carries a warm light, but compassion can sometimes burn others more easily than curses.”

"Besides, this is my own trial!"

As he finished speaking, Sariel looked at William gently but firmly, his gaze passing through William's disheveled and graying hair.

Facing that gaze, William swallowed nervously and quietly put down the bucket of hay.

He raised his gun and shouted at Sariel from a distance.

"Then I'll protect you from all sides. How about that? Anyway, the view is better outside than inside."

"Of course, I'm so sorry to trouble you~"

Sariel nodded and continued to carry out the trial he had given himself with unwavering determination and difficulty.

One bucket, two buckets.

After feeding the cattle and horses six buckets of hay, Sariel felt that was enough, so he quietly waited for them to eat to their satisfaction.

The cows were slowly grazing on their fodder. The cow on the far left was a bit picky, always nudging the fodder it had picked over in front of the cow next to it, then raising its head and mooing at Sariel, begging for new and better fodder.

Sariel gently pushed the hay back and watched helplessly as the cows continued to graze unhappily.

Once he was sure the cows were mostly full, Sariel opened the fence and led one of the cows away with his sweaty hands.

After bringing the cows to the milking area, Sariel picked up the milk bucket and sat down on the grass to prepare for milking.

But just as his hand was about to touch the cow, he suddenly remembered something and said to William, who was not far away.

"I washed my hands this morning, and they were really clean."

"what?"

William was taken aback, then quickly shook his head and laughed.

"Haha, actually nobody cares about that. We should thank you for helping to milk the cows!"

Hearing William's words, Sariel felt relieved and began to work, supporting her overweight body and sweating profusely as she started milking.

When Doris woke up, she saw Sariel milking the cows in the morning sun. She rubbed her eyes in surprise, then wiped away her tears of emotion, and began to cook.

Gavin got out of bed around 7:40, and at 7:55, he put on his gear and went to the lobby for a look.

In the lobby, Eugene sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking uncomfortably.

When Gavin came over, Eugene shook his leg and handed Gavin a cigarette.

Click...

The flame ignites, and the tobacco is set ablaze.

As Gavin exhaled his first puff of smoke, Eugene scoffed and muttered something under his breath.

"Even if that fat guy is a real man, I don't believe every fat guy has a story like his, damn it!"

"Boss, you don't want our camp to become a fat man concentration camp, do you? If that happens, when we fight other camps in the future, we can't rely on a bunch of fat men as meat shields to defeat them!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin smiled and patted Eugene on the shoulder.

"You've already thought about fighting with other camps?"

"Of course, there can't be only a few of us left to survive in the whole world, right?"

Eugene said, blowing smoke rings as if it were perfectly natural.

"Look, how many private farms are there in Texas? At least hundreds of thousands!"

“You just wandered around the neighborhood yesterday and found Nikita at a nearby farm, and then brought back a… well, a Sariel.”

"What about the other farms? Even a guy the size of Sariel has a chance to survive. I don't believe that the whole of Texas can't gather thousands or tens of thousands of survivors!"

"If, I mean if, we become more and more awesome, you become our chieftain, I become our clan's gunslinger, and then we gather everyone in Texas together and bring them all to work for us."

"And then what about the other states? Won't living people in other states cooperate?"

"So war is inevitable, and I'm already fully prepared, boss. Just say the word, and my sights will always be aimed at our enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene excitedly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Gavin smiled noncommittally and responded with a single word.

"Stop joking, Eugene. Maybe more and more survivors will indeed be a problem for us, but we are still facing a war between the living and the dead. Zombies are our eternal enemy!"

"Ha, with just these?"

Hearing Gavin's words, Eugene stood up disdainfully, stretched, and said to Gavin.

“Boss, I had a dream last night, guess what I dreamed about?” “What did you dream about? A Victoria’s Secret model or a Hollywood actress?” Gavin asked.

"How can it be!"

Eugene quickly retorted.

"I don't want to dream about those bitches you've had your fill of. I dream about driving an F-22 and turning Dallas into a sea of ​​fire with missiles!"

"Oh, I dreamt about masturbating."

Gavin nodded, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and immediately left.

Eugene chased after him, shouting to Gavin.

"Boss, you're going a bit too far! It's about fighting zombies, fighting zombies!"

The two arrived at the restaurant one after the other, chatting as they went. Old Bert was already sitting at the table with his small flask.

Sariel arrived at the table last. In order to eat, he borrowed an oversized suit from Madison, took a shower in his room, and washed off the sweat before coming to the table.

During the meal, Gavin noticed that Sariel's hand was trembling even as he held the fork.

Gavin didn't say anything, but ate his meal in silence. After everyone had finished eating, Gavin raised his hand, tapped the table, and said something.

"This morning, the logistics personnel will continue their guard duty. Bella, I need you to collect all the printing paper from both manors and then print a batch of leaflets promoting our camp!"

"Good boss!"

Bella nodded emphatically.

Gavin then continued.

"At the same time, the work of milking cows and taking care of cattle and horses will also be handled by logistics personnel from today onwards."

"Here, we must welcome our newcomer, Rudolf Sariel, who I see has already taken up the work of the cattle and horses."

Hearing Gavin's words, Sariel nodded, letting her disheveled white hair slide down her round neck and shoulders.

Seeing this, Bella awkwardly turned her head away, not wanting to look at Sariel's bloated and even somewhat disgusting appearance any longer, and at the same time spoke to Sariel.

"Ahem, Sariel, right? I have quite a few hairbands here. I'll get you one in a bit, as a thank you for helping us milk the cows!"

“I’m sorry to have troubled you. Do you have enough hairbands? If not, I don’t have to use them. This way, it won’t interfere with my work,” Sariel said.

"No, there are too many hairbands to count. The old man's house was originally full of women!"

Bella rolled her eyes at Gavin and simply got up to go find a headband.

Doris got up and started clearing the tableware, while Winnie helped her.

As for old Bert, he also used his electric wheelchair to replace William at the sentry post.

The logistics team left very quickly, leaving only Sariel pursing her lips, looking somewhat uneasy, and struggling to stand up.

“I’m going to milk the cows, Mr. Gavin.”

He said that, and then tried to leave.

But just before he left, Gavin suddenly said something to him.

"Wait a moment, Sariel."

"Mr. Gavin?"

Sariel looked at Gavin with a puzzled expression, while Gavin smiled and said to Sariel.

"I'm glad you're willing to help our camp in any way you can, but I don't want everyone to drink milk mixed with sweat!"

“You have plenty of time; you have a whole day to deal with the cows, so you need to pay attention to how much you sweat and stop to rest when there’s a chance of contaminating the milk.”

"Besides, taking care of cattle and horses and milking cows are daily tasks, and I don't want you to be so tired tomorrow that you can't even get out of bed!"

After saying that, Gavin waved to Sariel without waiting for a response.

Seeing Gavin's actions, Sariel's thick neck twitched slightly, then he nodded heavily.

"I understand, Mr. Gavin."

He concluded by saying that he then slowly moved into the distance.

Looking at his incredibly bulky back, Eugene pursed his lips and said softly.

"Now that's what a real man does!"

"Alright, let's continue with our work."

Gavin tapped the table to interrupt Eugene, then pointed at Steve and said...

"Steve, you stay home this morning, and..."

"What?!!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Steve pointed at himself suspiciously and said with dissatisfaction.

"Boss, I wasn't on guard duty from the second to the fourth shift. I didn't even stand guard last night. You should be the one resting!"

"Captain America is right, boss, you really should take a day off!"

Madison, standing nearby, patted the table in agreement.

Meeting their gazes, Gavin shook his head and smiled.

"I don't like being interrupted. This is the last time."

He pointed to Madison and Steve, who both sighed and nodded, then leaned back in their chairs to wait for Gavin to give the order.

Gavin continued speaking to Steve.

“Steve, you stay home and get the generator from the warehouse. Look for or set up light sources all over the manor.”

"The lack of lighting is detrimental to our sentry duties. In the pitch black of night, we might not even be able to spot a zombie within 500 meters of us!"

"In addition to that, you also need to reinforce the cattle pen and add more stables. Not only should you make the stables more formal, but you should also build more simple stables, and then go to the areas where the horses are scattered to catch horses!"

"The estate has the fewest horses. After consideration, I think we need to keep more. Of course, the future racehorses will not receive the treatment of racehorses; they will have to live a meager life like nags."

"In addition, the safety of the manor is also entrusted to you. If any survivors follow our signs to find their way here, then the safety of the manor depends on you."

"So, do you still think you're too free? Why don't you also build the sniper range that Red Hair promised?"

"Don't!"

At that moment, Steve quickly raised his hand to stop Gavin from speaking.

He said with a pained expression.

"Let Eugene do his bragging. I have so much work to do today, I could go a whole day and night!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve left the table decisively, went straight back to his room, picked up his gun, left the manor, mounted his horse, and headed towards the stables.

At the same time, Gavin tapped the table one last time and said...

"As for the four of us, our goal this morning is to explore and search Richard Town!"

After saying that, Gavin clapped his hands, and everyone immediately scattered and left.

When Gavin arrived in the hall fully dressed, Old Man Eugene and Little Nie also gathered around and followed Gavin toward the manor gate.

Just before they were about to leave, old Bert raised his small flask to them from his post.

"To the warriors about to embark on their campaign, to the eternally brave Texas cowboys, may you live a glorious life and die a valiant death!"

"Haha, nice Texas blessing! May you live a wonderful life and die a quick death!"

Gavin responded while waving to old Bert, then joined the others in the garage.

As Gavin selected the car, Eugene, with a cigar in his mouth and holding the huge TAC, said...

"I fucking hate dying, but living a vibrant life is definitely something to look forward to!"

"Come on, how do you want to die? Paralyzed in bed, watching yourself poop and pee on the bed, and then dying peacefully on your own excrement?"

Old Mike patted Eugene on the shoulder and pointed to his head.

"Don't forget, we'll all turn into zombies after we die, so I'd rather be a hero and give myself a headshot with a gun to my chin before I die!"

"You don't need to lift a finger. Before you turn into a zombie, I'll fucking shoot you. Promise me, someone with your size absolutely cannot become a zombie!"

Eugene laughed and patted Madison on the backside, then the two of them followed Gavin to the Dodge Mammoth.

"Boss, shall we have this today?"

Madison's eyes lit up. His original car was a Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex, so of course he liked the Dodge style!
Upon hearing Madison's question, Gavin nodded and explained.

“That’s right, let’s ride the Tyrannosaurus Rex. We’ve traveled quite far today, about 55 kilometers as the crow flies, but more than 65 kilometers by road. It will take us more than an hour to ride on horseback.”

"Besides, although Steve and I lured away the zombies in Richard Town last night, it doesn't guarantee that the road will be absolutely safe. If we encounter any unexpected situations, the thousand horsepower of the Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex will be more likely to help us break through!"

"Accident?"

Hearing this, Eugene climbed into the back seat and sneered at Gavin.

"What other unexpected events could happen? We're not low-level players in the apocalypse anymore. Do you think those mindless zombies are even worthy of putting us in danger?"

As he spoke, Eugene placed the tac in front of his feet.

Nikita then sat in the back seat, holding the shotgun, and spoke to Eugene.

"Eugene, what the commander said makes a lot of sense. Pride won't take us any further, but caution certainly will!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, little girl."

Eugene responded with a chuckle, while Gavin and Madison went to the driver's seat and the passenger seat, respectively.

Madison was too big; he was the kind of person who was naturally unsuitable for sitting in the back seat.

Gavin ignored Eugene's words and started the car, driving onto the road.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex charged along the road toward the dam, then turned left in front of the dam and onto the path leading to the power station.

As they passed the power plant, Eugene couldn't help but ask.

"Wait, boss, why don't we clean up the power plant first? Isn't that more important to us?"

“Indeed, but Richard Town has already had most of the zombies lured away by Steve and me. It's obviously safer there, isn't it?”

Gavin explained.

"Besides that, I want to check out the environment of Richard Town as soon as possible, make sure it's safe enough, and then we'll go back this afternoon to prepare more signs and put them around Richard Town."

"As the water outage continues for longer, the survivors will inevitably have to start searching, and the town will undoubtedly be one of their choices when they do so."

“As long as they approach the town to check the situation, even if they don’t dare to go into the town, they can at least see our signs.”

"At the same time, there is a library in Richard Town. The town library often receives book donations from nearby residents. Maybe there is a power plant employee who donated a book about electricity that is related to the work of the power plant!"

With that, Gavin drove past the power station and sped toward Richardstown.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at a location about 600 meters outside the town.

Looking at the town in the distance, Eugene spat out a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, while Madison stared wide-eyed at the towering pile of corpses in the center of the town!
As for Nikita, she stared in astonishment at the conspicuous pile of corpses that was as high as two stories.

"So that's what you got last night, sir!"

"That's right~"

Listening to Nikita's words and looking at the huge, silent pile of corpses in the distance, even the usually composed Gavin couldn't help but chuckle.

Gavin continued, laughing.

"Steve and I lingered over town a bit longer last night; the zombies were just too welcoming to our arrival!"

"You saw it too, right? The zombies were trampling each other as they approached us, not even caring about the lives of their own kind. I think at least six or seven hundred zombies were completely crushed into mincemeat, haha~"

As Gavin finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. The disgusting pile of corpses in the distance seemed more dazzling to him than a trillion dollars!
Madison, in the passenger seat, grinned and gave Gavin a thumbs-up.

"Using helicopters to kill zombies, boss, you're a genius! Zombies are no match for us!"

"That's right, haha, how could zombies possibly be a match for humans? They're finished! I even want to fly planes to big cities, with at least a million people, and trample them all to death!"

Eugene excitedly picked up where Steve left off, grabbing the passenger seat and shoving it back and forth—he was just too excited!
The idea of ​​using helicopters to lure zombies and then killing them through a stampede greatly increases the efficiency of humans in eliminating zombies!
Moreover, this method is not dangerous at all, because zombies don't pull out an RPG!

For a moment, even Nikita's face turned red. It wasn't some kind of cheesy embarrassment; it was pure excitement, the purest kind of excitement!
Seeing that the team members were getting more and more excited, Gavin had to suppress his smile, raised his hand and pretended to press the air twice to remind them.

"Alright, guys, don't let your good mood go to your head, we still have work to do!"

"The pile of corpses is right there. Once we find the books we need at the library, we can celebrate by drinking a Coke in front of the pile of corpses!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin parked the car 400 meters outside the town.

Even if there were still zombies left in the town, it would take them nearly fifty seconds to run over, which wouldn't stop Gavin and his group from evacuating.

After parking the car, Gavin climbed onto the roof with binoculars and looked down at the town.

Suppressing the last bit of excitement in his heart, Gavin carefully examined every detail of the town.

Because the zombie outbreak occurred at 3 a.m., most houses in the town had their curtains drawn, and even though the windows were generally broken when the zombies were lured away, the curtains still stubbornly hung on the windows.

After confirming that it would be difficult to spot the ambush victim hiding in the room through the windows, Gavin had no choice but to focus his attention on the roads and yard outside the house.

After observing for nearly four minutes, Gavin only found four zombies, all hiding in different corners of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Gavin put down his binoculars, returned to the car, opened the window next to Eugene, and said.

“I’ve spotted four ambushers. I think that’s not all of them in town. Eugene, fire a shot. I want to see if the ambushers really aren’t attracted by sound!”

"Yes, boss!"

Eugene immediately grabbed the TAC, stuck the gun out the car window, and fired a shot in the direction of the town.

Boom! ! !
The loud noise as the spent cartridge cases fell into the car startled Gavin and his three companions.

At the same time, gunshots rang out, and Gavin seemed to see the sound waves whistling through the town.

but……

Gavin and his group waited for more than a minute, but not a single zombie came out of the town!
This made Gavin nervous.

Did they manage to clean Richardtown so thoroughly last night?
Aside from the ambushers, is it possible that there isn't even a single ordinary zombie in the town?

Isn't this... a little strange?
Gavin was clearly not the only one with this idea, as Eugene frowned and asked Gavin.

"Boss, what exactly did you guys do last night? Did you hang the most popular woman in Richard Town on a helicopter and force her to do a striptease?"

"Isn't this town a bit too clean? Not a single zombie?"

After saying that, Eugene looked at Gavin thoughtfully.

Gavin pursed his lips and said.

“We’ll get within a hundred meters. Then, Eugene, you remove the suppressor from your rifle and load half a magazine. Don’t forget, zombies prefer higher frequencies!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin drove the Tyrannosaurus Rex for another 300 meters and parked it at the entrance of the quiet town.

At the same time, Eugene had removed the silencer and fired a burst of bullets into the sky!

chug chug!

"Ouch, it's so hot, dog poop!"

Eugene fired more than a dozen shots, then quickly patted his neck. A spent cartridge case bounced off the car window and hit his neck.

Gavin ignored Eugene scratching his neck and stared intently at the town ahead.

ten seconds...

Twenty seconds...

at last!

Seventeen zombies rushed out from all directions, heading straight for the car!

Seeing this, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief, Eugene simply set up his gun, and Madison rolled down his car window, holding a shotgun and waiting.

Although there were quite a few zombies, the distance between them and the car varied, some were far and some were near.

So they never formed a group, and Eugene kept shooting at the zombies at the very front.

After Eugene shot down eight zombies in a row, a zombie finally rushed within eighty meters of the car.

At this point, Madison adjusted his gun and, following the rhythm he used to play frisbee, unleashed a barrage of bullets at the zombie's head.

As the gunfire intensified, seven or eight more zombies emerged from the town.

But no matter what, no zombie could get within ten meters of the car.

After taking down the last zombie, Gavin got out of the car and went to the roof to continue observing.

Shortly after, Gavin returned to the car and spoke.

"There shouldn't be any ordinary zombies left in the town, but all four ambushers are still there. Damn it, they really aren't attracted by sounds. Everyone, please be careful around every corner and through every door!"

"Ha, I don't need that reminder. I'll never forget the ambush!"

Eugene laughed in response to Gavin, then changed the magazine, and took the two remaining bullets from the changed magazine and put them into his own bullet pouch.

Gavin drove into the town at a moderate speed, turned a corner, and arrived near the pile of corpses.

Seeing the pile of corpses so close at hand, everyone gasped in shock, making Gavin feel like he had accidentally wandered onto a monkey mountain.

So he stepped on the gas slightly, accelerating past the huge pile of corpses as he spoke.

"Eugene, Mike, stop yelling and screaming. Our primary objective is to find books on electricity!"

After giving the reminder, Gavin drove across the small square in the center of town and headed northwest.

Although he hadn't been home for two years, Gavin didn't think the library would change its location in those two years.

After all, the planning of small towns in rural America is not something that is changed much over a long period of time, unless oil is found near the town.

A few moments later, Gavin parked his car in front of the library.

Gavin got out of the car first, and the three of them followed behind him, stopping at the library entrance.

Gavin put his index finger to his lips, shushed everyone, and then slowly pushed the door open.

The library has been around for nearly fifty years, and the hinges of the old wooden doors are clearly in poor condition. Even when Gavin tries to push them gently, they still creak and groan.

Gavin nervously pushed open the door, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, at least there are no zombies in sight.

So Gavin went into the library and gave the order in a low voice.

"Eugene and McIlroy, one team, search the left side of the gate; Nikita and I, one team, search the right side of the gate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned and walked to the right, and Nikita immediately followed.

Eugene and Old Man Mack walked steadily to the left.

Gavin walked past the service desk and among the bookshelves. Every time he passed a bookshelf, he would peek out first to make sure there were no ambushers before continuing on.

He didn't immediately look for the books he needed; that was something to be done after the library's security was completely secured.

This is not...

As Gavin passed the next bookshelf, he saw a female ambush fighter in a purple nightgown, crouching on all fours next to the bookshelf, her eyes meeting Gavin's!

Upon seeing this, Gavin instantly drew his claw hammer, while keeping a close eye on the ambush victim's condition.

He wanted to observe the ambush attackers' operational logic more closely!

But just as he pulled out the claw hammer, the ambush attacker suddenly opened his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Fuck!" Gavin grunted.

"Ugh!" Nikita bent over in pain, covering her ears.

The female zombie, about twelve meters away from Gavin, actually made a piercing sound, like a fork scraping against a plate!
Anyone who has tried doing that knows how terrifying that sound can be.

In severe cases, the sound can even cause nausea and gagging!
At this moment, the screaming zombie's voice was incredibly loud, as if it had a megaphone installed in its throat, and the impact on humans was extremely severe!

Fortunately, Gavin endured the dizziness and nausea, forced out his pistol, and shot the zombie in the head!
The shrill sound disappeared instantly, and Gavin exhaled a breath of stale air, gently patting Nikita's back with his left hand.

At the same time, Madison shouted from about thirty meters behind Gavin.

"Boss, what happened? What was that just now... Ugh..."

"I don't know, it must be a new type of zombie. Old Mike, go check if any other ambushers have been attracted by that scream!"

Gavin yelled in response, then glanced at Nikita.

The girl was still gagging; she even looked like she was about to throw up!

In terms of physical ability alone, ten Nikitas are no match for one Gavin. Perhaps Nikita's reaction is the normal reaction of an ordinary person when encountering that kind of zombie.

Seeing this, Gavin suppressed the unease rising in his heart and reached out to stroke Nikita's back a few times.

"How's it going...?!"

"Boss! Look out the window! Run! Run!!!"

Before Gavin could finish speaking, Madison's violent scream suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing Old Mike's voice, Gavin's hair stood on end. He scooped up Nikita, who was indeed vomiting, with one hand, tucked her into his arms, and strode over the bookshelf in front of him.

As he rushed out of the bookshelf area, he also saw a window on one side of the library.

In his eyes, at least a hundred zombies were rushing out of the nearby houses.

And this was just the beginning; zombies were also pouring out of houses further away.

Hundreds...

Nearly two hundred...

There are probably three hundred of them!
This is only one side of the library; Gavin hasn't seen the zombie situation on the other side yet!
Gavin shouted at the top of his lungs as he watched the zombies charging wildly like a tidal wave.

"Get back in the car right now!!!"

(End of this chapter)