Doomsday America

Chapter 115 The Great Exploration of Richard Town (10k)

"No way, I don't want to know how you make yourself happy!"

Martin curled his lip in disdain, then instinctively reached into his pocket to pull out a straw roll and have a good time.

But after touching it a couple of times, he immediately remembered that Gavin had crushed his cigarette.

Think about Gavin's words again...

Martin sighed in frustration.

What can I do? He's my idol. Oh well, I'll just have to bear with it for a while.

So he dejectedly reached out his hand to Eugene.

"Hey buddy, give me a cigarette."

"No problem, but after I finish this cigarette, I have to get to work. You guys come with me, and while you're at it, tell me about your specialties."

As Eugene spoke, he tossed cigarettes to Martin and Houston.

After receiving the cigarettes, Houston looked at them in his hand and couldn't help but ask a question.

"You don't seem to cherish these tobaccos. Has Gavin never restricted you in this regard?"

Just as Houston finished speaking, Bella carried a large pile of flyers down from the third floor and shouted to Eugene downstairs.

"Red Hair, if you guys don't have anything else to do, can't you come and help me move my things? Damn it!"

"Ah, little girl, you've finally gotten yourself a favor to ask of me!"

Upon hearing this, Eugene waved to Bella.

"You keep working, I'll come find you after I finish my cigarette, but you'd better not have too much work, because I still have my own work to do!"

"Don't worry, if the three of you help out, it will only take two trips at most. You just need to bundle the flyers and carry them onto the helicopter!"

Bella yelled at Eugene, then grabbed the flyers and strode toward the stairs leading to the roof.

Watching Bella's retreating figure, Eugene remained silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned.

Noticing Eugene's smile, Martin exhaled a puff of smoke and asked.

"Dude, why are you smiling so slyly? You like her?"

"Like my ass. There's no such thing as liking or disliking between men and women. It's just a matter of whether you want to have sex once or more."

"As for Bella, haha, her personality is a bit like my sister's when she was young, you wouldn't understand."

After saying that, Eugene flicked his cigarette ash into the lobby downstairs again, then smirked and gave a reminder.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and smoke, then get to work with me. I don't have the boss's good temper. You guys better pray you can help me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene lifted his boot and stubbed out his cigarette butt on the sole.

Meanwhile, in Doris's room, Winnie groggily pushed open the door and came out.

Just as she was leaving, Eugene casually tossed his extinguished cigarette butt in front of Bella's door.

Bella only stayed with Doris and Winnie for one night before moving out and living on her own. Now Bella has her own room.

Seeing the cigarette butt lying at Bella's door, Winnie opened her mouth, then whispered something.

"Uncle, do you think it's better for you to quietly pick up the cigarette butt, or to wait for Bella to find you and then have a fight with you?"

"Little brat, let her come find me. You think I'm really afraid of her? This is just part of the fun of life, haha~"

Eugene laughed as he approached Winnie and ruffled her smooth hair, making it all messy.

Winnie quickly escaped Eugene's clutches and picked up the cigarette butt herself.

Seeing this, Eugene curled his lip in displeasure, snatched the cigarette butt back from Winnie's hand, and threw it back at Bella's door.

As he watched the cigarette butt fall in front of Bella's door, Eugene's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He remembered the funny times he and his older sister used to argue at home when he was in high school.

Winnie, watching Eugene at this moment, couldn't help but purse her lips.

Her eyes told her that Eugene's actions were understandable, just like those bad boys in their school who used pranks to attract girls.

But her instincts told her that Eugene was different from those bad boys; at least the bad boys wouldn't flirt with young girls with sad eyes!
Winnie pursed her lips again, not disturbing Eugene in this moment, and walked towards the sentry post on her own.

Just as she left, Martin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked Eugene from behind.

"What's wrong, tough soldier? You look like you're about to cry. Did you often play this game with your sister to deliberately annoy her?"

"Shut your mouth, you idiot! The moment I hear your stupid talk, I know you're so pathetic you don't even have any brothers or sisters. You can't find anyone else to love you, you moron!"

Eugene turned around fiercely and gave Martin the middle finger. Martin scoffed and then silently took a deep drag on his cigarette.

Meanwhile, Winnie, who was walking towards her post to take over from old Bert, was also slightly taken aback by Martin's words.

yes……

Uncle Eugene's expression just now didn't seem like a prank; rather, it seemed like he was reminiscing.

The way he looked at Bella's room door didn't seem like he was looking at a living person's room; it was more like he was looking at a tombstone worth remembering!

For a moment, Winnie had some guesses.

Did Uncle Eugene see the shadow of a familiar person in Bella?

Or perhaps Eugene decided to kill Bella, so in Eugene's eyes, Bella was already a dead person?

Thinking of this, Winnie couldn't help but smile wryly. What on earth was she thinking?

If the boss finds out what I'm thinking, he'll definitely think I'm not smart enough!
Meanwhile, at the boss's place, whom Winnie was constantly talking about.

Gavin drove past the power station, a 34-minute drive, and arrived back at the entrance to Richard Town at 2:47.

The mountain of flesh reappeared in their eyes.

Looking out at the flesh pyramid trampled by countless zombies, Steve spat disgustedly out the window and cursed.

"Shit, that thing isn't what we got last night, is it, boss?!"

"That's right, I really like your choice of words; it's definitely our achievement!"

Gavin responded with a smile, then parked the car 150 meters outside the town, jumped out, and climbed onto the roof.

Hearing footsteps above him, Steve wiped his mouth with his leather arm guard and then asked.

"What are we going to do with that damn mountain of flesh? We can't just burn it down, can we? I'm worried we'll burn the whole town of Richard down with it!"

"So damn it, I've taken on more work for myself again. Once we've sorted out this town, should I bring an excavator over? There aren't any excavators in this town!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve rubbed his scalp in frustration.

There was nothing he could do; he was the only one in the team who knew how to operate an excavator.

However, while Steve was feeling annoyed, Nikita, in the passenger seat, gently rubbed his right shoulder and casually remarked.

"Steve, have you asked the two new members yet?"

“Ask them what?” Steve replied.

Nikita continued to offer reminders.

"Of course, we asked them if they knew how to operate an excavator."

"Ha, you're right, I really forgot about them!"

Steve slapped the shotgun excitedly and then laughed.

"And it's only been a few days, and we've almost got half a rugby team. Once we have more people, I'll find people who can help me sooner or later!"

Steve didn't mention teaching Eugene how to operate an excavator.

While everyone can indeed pass on their skills to each other, Steve finds it difficult to find time to teach when faced with one urgent and unexpected event after another.

Eugene's team members could at least disassemble and maintain guns indoors at night.

But lately, the explorers have been preoccupied with various important tasks every day, leaving him no time to teach students.

As for taking Eugene out at night to practice operating an excavator in the dark?
Stop joking. You think you can just take the few streetlights you installed this morning?

and many more……

Thinking of this, Steve suddenly paused for a moment.

Did he forget to install the light this morning?

Ok……

Steve gave a fierce smile.

Eugene, you've worked hard!
As Steve was thinking about installing lights, Gavin jumped off the roof and back into the car, speaking to him.

“It’s strange. Even though there was such a big commotion in Richard Town this morning, I could only see four ambushers.”

At this point, Gavin reached out and pulled out the Colt python, extending it out of the car window towards the sky.

boom!
After luring the enemy with another gunshot, he took out a bullet and loaded it into the python's magazine. Then he took out a cigarette, lit it, and continued speaking to the crowd.

"Those who stayed there seemed to have a natural talent for hiding themselves, even though most of the windows in their houses were broken, which made our search for them much easier."

"Even so, I still couldn't see any zombies in any of the rooms using the binoculars!"

"So, what kind of logic do you think the residents use to hide themselves?"

"Do they rely on their sense of space to hide themselves in the corners between walls, or to find a narrower area to squeeze themselves in?"

"Or do they rely on their light perception, or their phototaxis and photophobia, to instinctively hide in the shadows?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Madison tilted his head suspiciously and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, aren't they inside the house? Are there any extra shadows inside the house?"

“There may be no extra shadows in the house, but the light at the window must be different from that in other places, and what I want to know is how they manage to make sure that the light never appears around the window!”

Gavin answered, then shook his head and chuckled as he exhaled a smoke ring.

In the passenger seat, Nikita pondered for a moment before responding.

“We can’t judge their habits without observing them, sir.”

"To verify this, we must personally enter those houses, find the hiding places of the residents, investigate them in person, and summarize the results!"

"That's right, but that's not necessarily true. Sometimes observation is still useful."

Gavin glanced at Nikita with appreciation, then, while responding, pointed to the gas station on the edge of town.

In the morning, they passed right by the gas station.

Since Gavin wasn't short of fuel, he didn't pay any attention to the gas station that morning.

but now.

Gavin spoke up, looking at the shattered glass at the gas station.

"Look, when we came here this morning, the glass at that gas station wasn't broken. So the crisis we encountered in the northwest of the town actually attracted the zombies from the gas station in the far east of the town!"

"However, what's important isn't how far the horde of zombies caused by the howlers can spread, but rather the environment of the gas station convenience store, because three out of the four sides of this convenience store are glass walls, and the room is incredibly well-lit!"

"If the zombies who stay here rely solely on their sense of space to find corners and small spaces to hide themselves, then their sense of space cannot help them hide so perfectly in a room with light coming through on three sides."

"Therefore, as long as there are still people lingering in the convenience store, we can be sure that these people have a good sense of light. They can at least judge what kind of light and shadow would be more concealing for them."

"As for whether their spatial awareness will help them in the process of hiding, we still need to verify that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin drove straight toward the gas station.

In the passenger seat, Nikita casually took out a small notebook and pen, opened the pen cap with his mouth, and began to sketch in the notebook.

Noticing Nikita's behavior, Madison's eyes widened in admiration.

Damn it... Why didn't he think of doing that?
Nikita writes very quickly, and her handwriting looks like beautiful flowers, sometimes like raven feathers, sometimes smooth, sometimes undulating.

In just over ten seconds, Gavin parked his car in front of the gas station.

Nikita had already put the notebook away.

Watching Nikita remove the pen cap from her cool pink lips and fasten it, then put the pen and notebook back into her pocket.

Gavin gave her a thumbs up and smiled.

"Well done."

"Of course."

Nikita raised his neck and gave a nonchalant smile. Then, Gavin opened the door, got out of the car, and continued speaking to the crowd.

“Nikita is the smallest and not suitable for close combat with zombies, so you drive… never mind, Steve, you drive.”

Halfway through the conversation, Gavin suddenly remembered that Nikita couldn't drive because he was a minor, so he helplessly waved to Steve.

Seeing this, Steve happily went to the driver's seat, while Gavin, Madison, and Nikita opened all the passenger and rear doors.

Then, Gavin patted Steve on the shoulder and gave him some advice.

"Don't turn off the engine. Look around. We don't need your support. All we need is for you to step on the gas the moment we get into the car and shake off the zombies behind us!"

"I will."

Steve nodded heavily. Gavin then drew his claw hammer with his right hand and his PV pistol, which was specially equipped with a silencer, with his left hand, and walked step by step toward the convenience store.

After walking around between the two gas pumps, Gavin arrived at the door and unceremoniously pushed open the glass door.

This time he wasn't being cautious, because the hunters who would be attracted by the sound had already been lured away; they only needed to keep an eye on any potential lingering inhabitants.

Gavin then strode into the store and glanced around.

In this room with light coming through on three sides, the only places that are not visible are probably the warehouse, the lounge, and the area under the cash register.

As he walked toward the lounge, he spoke directly to Madison and Nikita in a normal volume.

"Madison, check the lounge. Nikita, take a look at the warehouse, see if you can open it, even if you have to use a gun."

At this point, Gavin looked around warily.

He deliberately walked around the room talking to himself in order to investigate the attack range of the inhabitants.

There was no response from inside when he spoke at the door, but as he walked to the second row of shelves, which was only about five meters away from the checkout counter...

Before Madison and his companion could even react, the roar of a zombie suddenly came from the convenience store checkout counter.

Immediately afterwards, a zombie wearing pajamas, who looked to be in his forties, nimbly jumped out from behind the bar.

Seeing this, Gavin strode towards the zombie while continuing to speak.

"You two continue the inspection."

"Copy that, sir."

"Okay, boss."

Just as the two responded to Gavin, Gavin suddenly changed his pace, quickly took a step forward and rushed in front of the zombie, smashing his hammer hard on the zombie's head.

boom! ! !
Gavin really put all his strength into that hammer blow!

And his strength is that of a super strong man who can pull half a ton of weight!
As his hammer easily pierced the zombie's head, it seemed as if he were cutting butter with a hot knife, the hammerhead directly ripping off a portion of the zombie's skull!
The zombie was spun around in the air by the hammer blow before crashing heavily to the ground!

"Fake!"

Gavin cursed as he looked at the dead zombies on the ground.

He hadn't felt the sensation of being surrounded and constantly approaching death in a long time, but in that half-minute this morning, he swore that every second of that half-minute was just one step away from death!
For someone like him who dislikes taking risks, that feeling was simply unbearable!
As the leader of the team, he certainly had to suppress a considerable amount of his emotions.

But for him, he also had to deal with all his stress and anger!
However, while venting is fine, caution is still necessary.

After Gavin vented his anger by killing a zombie with a single blow, he immediately went to the door and looked around the town of Richard.

After a quick glance, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief, and then he spoke to Madison and the other man.

"It seems that there is no inexplicable telepathy or bio-connection among the residents. The death of one resident will not cause a riot among all the residents."

"That's consistent with my speculation. After all, if there is bio-sensory interaction among the residents, then there's no need to categorize zombies into howlers, which trigger hordes of zombies through sound."

After saying that, Gavin returned to the cashier, jumped in to check for a moment, and casually picked up the radio next to him to take a look.

The United States has a strong radio culture, especially in old-fashioned states like Texas, where radios are a mainstream part of life.

Even though smartphones have been around for years, Texans still prefer to spend their leisurely afternoons and evenings listening to the radio.

Excluding car radios, there are approximately 600 million radios in the United States, and Texas alone accounts for a quarter of those 600 million. This is the uniqueness of the American Conservative Party stronghold and the Lone Star Republic!
Texas was once part of Mexico, and it broke away from Spanish colony along with Mexico.

Immediately afterwards, Mexico announced the abolition of slavery, but Texas disagreed. So Texas went to war with Mexico and single-handedly defeated Mexico.

Following this, Texas declared the establishment of the Lone Star Republic, which gained international recognition.

However, after the Lone Star Republic was established, they had a long-standing dispute with Mexico over the border, which is why the Lone Star Republic merged into the United States.

Because the United States guarantees to recognize and uphold the border between the Lone Star Republic and Mexico that is more favorable to Texas!

In short, among all the states in the United States, only Texas joined as an ally, and therefore Texas has independent autonomy that surpasses that of the other states!
What does this autonomy include?
To put it another way, Texas has the right to secede from the United States of America at any time; this law is even enshrined in the U.S. Constitution.

Of course, there were also the several standoffs between the Texas State Police and the U.S. Army, and the conflicts that nearly escalated into armed war.

Those are minor issues. That's just how free-spirited, old-fashioned, and sentimental people are—they're incredibly nostalgic.

Looking at the radio, Gavin casually turned it on and started tuning.

Unfortunately, after trying many channels, all that came through was static.

Gavin shook his head and put the radio down; he didn't need to bring it because he already had one at home.

Although he personally dislikes these old-fashioned things, his father does, and there must be many radios in his parents' old estate.

And Gavin put down the radio.

Madison kicked open the lounge door and stood menacingly at the entrance.

Nikita, holding a shotgun, fired two shots at the hinges of the warehouse door without hesitation, blasting the locked door open.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Gavin cautiously jumped off the counter and stood in the doorway, looking around.

Damn it, it was completely quiet around us, and the people staying there didn't react at all.

Some might think this is a good thing, since it allows them to be bolder when exploring.

It doesn't matter if it makes some noise.

But in reality, with the entire town completely silent, even if Gavin emptied half of the houses, he still couldn't determine the number of zombies left in the town.

Don't forget, zombies can change, just like how they changed from ordinary zombies to the lingerers and howlers they are now.

Will they never change in the future?

And if their behavioral logic changes even slightly, that change could bring annihilation to the exploration team!
Even Gavin and his group almost ran into trouble in the small town that morning.

Thinking of this, Gavin shook his head and then looked at the warehouse.

Nikita waited a moment at the warehouse door, then opened the door and went inside, before shaking his head and walking out.

As Nikita approached Gavin, he whispered something.

"Sir, I have a feeling that I'm not quite right in the head."

"Yes, it's normal to feel uneasy."

Gavin nodded in response.

"After all, we've had too little contact with the zombies in the town. Even if gunshots and voices don't attract them, we still can't guarantee under what circumstances they might flank us!"

"And even if we think we've figured out the patterns of the inhabitants' behavior, don't forget that zombies can change. If their behavior logic changes during a particular operation, then we're in grave danger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin looked at Old Man Mack who was walking out of the lounge.

Old Mai shook his head at him, indicating that the lounge was also empty.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded and then went to the zombie he had killed with a hammer.

Gavin tapped the zombie's clothes with his foot, then squatted down next to the zombie and said.

“Look, this person staying here is wearing pajamas, not a gas station employee’s uniform.”

"Yeah, boss, there are no beds or spare clothes in the staff break room, so this zombie isn't from the gas station at all!"

Madison quickly realized what was happening, then went up to the zombie and kicked it in the butt.

At the same time, Gavin stood up, pondered, and said softly.

"It seems that the 'residents' don't necessarily only stay where they've mutated into zombies. I guess this guy only came back to this gas station to ambush us after the chaos this morning. There's actually a certain level of coordination among them!"

"At the same time, this also shows that the behavioral logic of the resident group must include the condition of being distributed as evenly as possible around the town."

"But how do they revise and determine the area they need to be stationed in, and precisely lock the area onto the entire town?"

"And how do they determine the distribution among themselves, so that dozens of zombies aren't crammed into one room?"

Keep in mind that the gas station is located on the very eastern edge of the town.

If the remaining residents after the morning's dispersal were not evenly distributed, given the number of residents remaining in the town, it would be impossible for this group of residents to have ambushed their way from the far northwest of the town all the way to this gas station!

Thinking of this, Gavin adjusted his cowboy hat slightly.

His brows furrowed involuntarily.

Gavin seemed to see a net through the behavioral logic of the residents.

It was an invisible net that the living couldn't detect for the time being, but it definitely existed among the zombies!
It is also a terrifying network that can cause zombies to be classified and coordinate and unify the behavior of various types of zombies!
Even though the zombies can only mobilize the horde by making sounds, it proves that there is no such thing as a bizarre way of communication between zombies, such as bio-sensory communication or neural synchronization!
But the fact that the net could coordinate and unify the behavior of zombies is already outrageous!

So what exactly is it that coordinates all the remaining zombies in the town and causes them to develop a series of divisions of labor and logic?
Is it pheromones? Do zombies possess pheromones like ants? Is there really a queen ant behind them?

Could there really be at least one intelligent zombie?
At this moment, even Gavin couldn't help but project his reality onto the movie I Am Legend.

But just as he was thinking this, Nikita couldn't help but speak up, continuing Gavin's question.

"Yes, sir, I'm also very worried about the issues you raised!"

"This town gives me a very dangerous feeling. It's like I've walked into a trap set by a carnivorous plant, and I have no idea when it will swallow me whole..."

"Wait, a man-eating plant?"

Suddenly, Gavin interrupted Nikita, then couldn't help but make a connection to the word "carnivorous flower."

He was seen muttering to himself.

"Carnivorous plants, pitcher plants, Venus flytraps—even setting aside these aggressive plants, there are non-aggressive plants like the mimosa and sunflowers, which passively adapt to changes in their environment!"

At this point, Gavin pressed his cowboy hat down heavily.

"I think I'm starting to understand! No wonder I always felt there was something wrong with the zombies' behavior!"

"Passive, that's right, they are too passive. Even though they still act and exist as living beings, their behavioral logic and neural responses are very different from those of animals, and are more like those of plants!"

"At least until now, apart from their hunting behavior towards humans, they have always participated passively in all other stimuli in the world!"

"If the cows don't bump into them, they won't attack the cows; if the horses don't kick them, they won't attack the horses!"

"And is their pursuit of humans really only induced by some kind of genetic virus specifically targeting humans?"

"Is it possible that their pursuit of humans is because humans are their alternative source of survival, and that their pursuit of humans is like a seed sprouting and extending its roots into the earth?"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but narrow his eyes, vaguely connecting his own conjecture with the town before him.

If he viewed every zombie in the town as some kind of plant.

No, if he saw the zombies as mimosa plants...

The sensitive plant is a plant that can produce different reactions in different environments.

The sensitive plant in the rainforest will passively close its leaves when it rains to avoid damage to the leaf surface.

Indoor-grown mimosa plants generally only respond to human touch with a closing action.

In contrast, the mimosa plants in arid regions have learned to automatically close their leaves when the midday sun is at its strongest, thereby reducing transpiration and conserving water!
For a moment, Gavin couldn't help but swallow.

Not far away, Madison stared wide-eyed at Gavin, and couldn't help but say something.

"Wait, boss, you mean... we were almost bitten to death by a bunch of vegetative people this morning?"

"Fake!"

Upon hearing Madison's words, Gavin cursed and then waved to the two men.

"Let's go and continue exploring the other houses. We'll start by cleaning the town's gas station, going from east to west."

"Remember, our primary targets are the electrical engineering books that may be in the library, followed by the police station radio that is sure to be in the police station, and then the heavy machine guns and RPGs that may be hidden in the town's gun shop!"

"As for information about zombies, even if we have some speculations, they are just speculations. We need more data on zombies to continuously verify these speculations!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin strode out of the gas station, followed by Madison and Nikita.

As Madison followed, he continued to press Gavin for answers.

"Wait, wait a minute, boss. I just want to ask you, do you really think we were attacked by a group of vegetative people? So what kind of plants could they be?"

"Is it the mimosa, the pitcher plant, the hay from our farm, the pine trees we use for Christmas, or something else?"

"Will we still be able to eat vegetables in the future? Is it possible that vegetable salads are coming back to haunt us? Is it too late for me to plant some lettuce to make up for it?"

"Shut up!"

Hearing Madison's words, Gavin cursed in annoyance and went to the cockpit of the War Shield.

Seeing Gavin criticize Old Mike, Steve asked curiously.

"What's wrong, boss? What's Old Mike talking about over there? What's this about a vegetable?"

"It's nothing. I just had a guess. We need to verify more details first. Let's not talk about this now."

Gavin replied to Steve, then continued speaking to him.

"Steve, focus on the immediate risks. We won't get in the car anymore. You stay nearby and keep the car parked in front of the house we're exploring, ready to evacuate at any time!"

"No problem. If anything unexpected happens, I'll call out on the walkie-talkie."

Steve agreed, and casually waved the walkie-talkie he had been holding in his hand at Gavin.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded in satisfaction, and then led Madison and Nikita on foot into the town.

Just past the gas station, there's a car repair shop and a motel specifically for passersby.

When Steve parked the car in front of the repair shop, Gavin and his two companions had already swaggered inside.

But this time, they found nothing at the repair shop!

After carefully examining the repair shop, Gavin walked out thoughtfully and stood in the empty street, lost in thought.

Nikita then came up behind him and asked him in a low voice.

"Boss, the auto repair shops closer to town are empty of zombies, but the gas stations further away from town have zombies who aren't attracted by the gunfire."

"Does this mean that the residents would actually arrange themselves in a more rational way, just like plants compete for and allocate water resources?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nikita couldn't help but frown.

Gavin shook his head noncommittally in response.

"My hypothesis that zombies have plant-like logic is ultimately just a hypothesis. Animals also exhibit territorial behavior based on food consumption, so the distribution of the inhabitants proves nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin glanced around the town again. The town had a total population of about three thousand, and more than four or five hundred buildings.

Therefore, relying solely on the remaining residents in the town may not be enough to ensure one person per room.

It's not surprising that there are no zombies in the auto repair shop.

And so, having determined the basic habits of the inhabitants, Gavin and his two companions began their rampage, killing their way through each and every place.

Gavin hadn't encountered any trouble by the time he got close to the first ambush creature.

It must be admitted that, with insufficient numbers of residents, the even distribution of zombies is a huge advantage for explorers.

Gavin fought his way through more than twenty houses and never encountered two zombies at the same time!
As for the ambush attackers...

Gavin, having identified an ambush target through his binoculars, gestured for Madison and his companion to be quiet before heading towards the house.

The ambush attacker was hiding in a corner of the backyard, crouching on the lawn with his head and upper body pressed against the wall.

Gavin had already proven that zombies could be assassinated stealthily after he escaped the villa and backstabbed the zombie at the gas station on the road.

So this time, Gavin didn't go into the yard to backstab the zombie.

He walked to the back of the courtyard and stood in front of the wall where the zombies were hiding.

At that moment, Gavin silently recalled the scene of Eugene's ambush.

Putting aside the comical urine stains in his memory, Gavin calculated the various distance data at the scene and then came to within five meters of the wall.

"Hey guys, if you get spotted while you're lying in ambush, what's your reaction? Mind if I tell you?"

Gavin stood within five meters of the wall, making jokes as he approached it.

Even with his face almost pressed against the wall, he still hadn't heard a sound from the ambushers.

Clearly, the ambush attackers' reaction distance is much shorter than the five meters of the stationed attackers.

Based on the fact that ambushers are not attracted to howlers, Gavin speculates that ambushers may simply not react to sounds at all!
With this thought in mind, Gavin reached out and pressed his hand against the wall in front of him, rubbing the wall against his glove.

hiss!
Kara!
In that instant, a roar suddenly came from the other side of the wall, and then the ambush attacker nimbly flipped over the wall.

"Shit."

Seeing the ambushers lunging at him from above, Gavin suddenly raised his hammer and slammed it down on the ambushers' chin.

Wow!

Amidst a splatter of blood, Gavin turned his head to avoid the zombie blood, completely ignoring the sight of the ambushers dying.

And the ambush...

It had just leaped over the wall, only to be struck by Gavin's powerful blow mid-air...

It actually flew backwards back to the other side of the wall!
Gavin then climbed over the wall and landed in the yard.

Madison and Nikita came to Gavin's side from the main entrance, watching as Gavin carefully examined the stuntman's ear.

"As I looked at it," Gavin said.

"Let's check if there are any people staying in this house. I want to see if they will avoid the ambush when choosing an ambush location."

"Ok."

Madison and his companion immediately nodded, then rushed into the house and searched it thoroughly.

After the two men came out, Gavin lit a cigarette and stood next to the ambushers' bodies, smoking it.

Madison then came to Gavin's side and said...

"Boss, there's a zombie in the house. Nikita cleaved its head open with a kukri."

At this point, Madison glanced at Nikita with a chill running down his spine.

Meeting Madison's horrified gaze, Nikita frowned in displeasure and said.

"My strength is far inferior to yours. If it were the two of you, you could have finished it off with a single strike, but it took me eleven strikes to do it while stepping on it."

"Hiss..."

Upon hearing this, Old Mike involuntarily gasped, then rolled his eyes at Gavin and exclaimed in horror.

"Boss, look! She slashed me eleven times! Eleven times!"

Are you mocking me?

Listening to Old Mac's words, Nikita's brows furrowed even more.

She was very dissatisfied that it took her eleven strikes to split open the zombie's skull, and she resolved to take some time to practice swinging the sledgehammer more to improve the explosive power of her arms.

As for Gavin, he couldn't help but laugh and flick his cigarette ash, saying...

"Nikita, is it possible that Old Mack's emphasis on eleven cuts wasn't just a taunt?"

"Is that surprise? Because of the contrast? I thought you wouldn't be so bored."

As Nikita answered, she and Gavin rolled their eyes at each other.

Gavin then pointed to the ambushers on the ground and said.

"Getting back to the point, the ambusher's ears look perfectly fine. The cause of the ambusher is clearly unrelated to ear disease, so it can be basically determined to be a random phenomenon within the zombie horde."

"Apart from that, this courtyard is the only house we encountered this afternoon with two zombies lying in ambush."

"It seems that the stationed personnel and the ambushers are not in the same system, and the stationed personnel do not take the existence of the ambushers into account when they are spreading out to ambush. Isn't that interesting?"

"As for the most crucial point..."

Gavin looked at the wall and then said.

"The ambushers in the wild seem to be different from the ambushers we encountered in the plantation, or perhaps the residents we encountered in the farm town are actually in a period of transformation."

"In short, the suspected ambushers we encountered in the planting area attacked us after we came indoors, but the ambushers in the wild are completely unaware of sound until I touched the wall in front of them, at which point they began to move."

At this point, Gavin took off his cowboy hat to let his hair loose for a moment, then put the hat back on, and concluded.

"I suspect there might be too much noise in the wild, so ambush hunters in the wild pay more attention to factors such as vibrations near the ambush point. Anyway, let's keep going and try to verify this with other ambush hunters."

After saying that, Gavin waved to the two men and then walked toward the next house.

Steve drove slowly alongside the three of them.

One room, two rooms...

As time passed, the colors of the setting sun soon began to appear on the horizon.

At this point, Gavin and his group felt increasingly tense.

Because the larger the area they explore in the town.

They are more likely to encounter the howlers next!

(End of this chapter)