Doomsday America

Chapter 162 Hell's Feast
"See, haha, I knew it! That kid is a lively person at heart!"

Hearing the voice on the walkie-talkie, old Bert laughed and spread his hands to the crowd.

Doris simply laughed and raised her hand to cover her mouth.

After she finally managed to control her smile, she waved to everyone.

“I need your help, friends. I can’t possibly organize a banquet on my own, especially since even Jon has gone to help with the work.”

At this point, Doris looked at everyone expectantly.

Her original assistant, the construction boss Jon who officially helped her manage the restaurant, clear the dishes, and wash, prepare, and cook vegetables, also went to help the zombie horde.

Jon, being a man, couldn't possibly stay home doing nothing. Right now, Jon was sitting in a pickup truck, staring in shock at Gavin, who was constantly moving through the horde of zombies, finishing them off one by one!

As the finishing blows continued, after taking down another zombie, Gavin glanced at the remaining bullets at his waist, then simply jumped off his horse and pulled out his claw hammer.

He wasn't out of bullets, but he only had about a third of his personal ammunition left, so he needed to keep some for emergencies.

He picked up the claw hammer, bent down slightly, and smashed it hard on the head of the zombie that was grabbing his shoe.

puff!

As blood splattered, Gavin raised his hand and patted the horse's rump.

"Go on, get out of here, buddy!"

He urged Octavian on, and Octavian immediately snorted and stroking away from the corpse on the ground, looking annoyed.

Watching the horses disappear into the distance, the large raven hopped from Gavin's left shoulder to his right, cawing twice.

Perhaps because it had eaten too much at noon, the crow was oblivious to the rotting flesh on the ground, and instead raised its head to look at the sky.

After Gavin stopped using his gun to kill zombies, the rest of the crew gradually gave up shooting and switched to using melee weapons to finish off the zombies. Even Nikita was clumsily hacking at the heads of zombies with her kukri.

Seeing this, Gavin stepped over the corpses covering the ground, casually killed two crawling zombies, and arrived at Nikita's side.

Gavin raised his hand and handed the hammer to Nikita, pointing to her kukri.

"That thing isn't as good as a nail hammer for finishing off enemies. This hammer is a bit heavy, so it's not suitable for combat, but it's still much lighter than the hammers you get on construction sites."

As he spoke, Gavin pushed the claw hammer towards Nikita again.

Nikita paused for a moment, then took the hammer and nodded to Gavin.

"Sir, please be careful. We're not on horseback anymore."

She gave Gavin a word of advice, then turned and went in another direction, wielding a claw hammer with both hands, and smashed it hard on a zombie's head.

Gavin couldn't help but laugh at the sight of blood splattering everywhere. Nikita was indeed very classy, ​​even when she was killing people with a hammer.

After briefly observing Nikita, Gavin drew his longsword and walked toward the other zombies.

The horde of seven or eight hundred zombies included at least five or six hundred that still possessed some mobility. Although these zombies crawled slowly, their movements were wide and sweeping, making them not only disgusting to look at, but also incredibly gruesome due to their dense numbers.

Facing the oncoming crawling horde of dozens of zombies, Gavin tried to ignore the stench of blood in the air, retreating while sending the zombies to their deaths with each sword strike.

And the large raven on Gavin's shoulder.

Fogg seemed to have a premonition, so it raised its head and looked at the sky to Gavin's left.

Noticing the crow turn its head, Gavin's gaze followed the crow's sharp beak as it looked towards the distant sky.

Ah... Ah... Ah...

From a distance, the cawing of crows piled up, their flapping wings propelling them ever closer to the zombies.

In the distance, Father Hogan raised his hand, holding a sharp dagger. With his left hand, he grabbed the zombie's head, and with his right hand, he plunged the dagger into the zombie's eye.

Just as he released the zombie and was about to look for his next target, his right foot happened to step on a hand, and the owner of that hand was still moving!
His hand was suddenly pulled away, and Father Hogan cried out and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a crawling zombie roared and pounced on him!
boom!
Before Father Hogan could react, gunshots rang out. Nearby, Li Qing kicked away the zombie that was pressing down on Father Hogan, then grabbed Father Hogan's hand, pulled him up, and said to him.

"Be careful, Father. Zombies that can't walk are just as dangerous."

"Thank you, young man. It seems my God has always been by my side. I see His back behind you."

Father Hogan said with a smile, then got up, grabbed his dagger, and continued to slash at the next zombie.

Amidst the horde of zombies, noticing the situation with Father Hogan, Gavin raised his hand and fired a shot, trying to draw the zombies' attention to himself.

More and more crows are flying in from the sky, and some of the bolder ones have already begun to tentatively land on the ground.

Gavin was surrounded by the most crows, perhaps because of Foggin's presence, which made the crows feel that Gavin was less dangerous.

And so, Gavin, surrounded by a large flock of ravens, wandered through the horde of corpses.

Whenever they encounter a zombie that is still active, the crows will start cawing at it before Gavin even notices it, urging him to hurry up and get to work.

After Gavin kills the fresh zombies, the crows will gather around to check if the zombies are dead.

Once the zombie was confirmed dead, the crows swarmed around it and began pecking at its flesh and blood. Some crows even carried the flesh and blood towards Gavin, seemingly to thank him for his help.

Logically, Gavin should have been pleased with the crows' gratitude, since there aren't many animals like crows that know how to be grateful.

But Gavin was far from relieved, because he was very worried that the crows would throw rotten flesh at him and accidentally drop zombie blood into his mouth!
Gavin quickly reminded the people nearby to wear masks and also pulled his cowboy hat tighter.

Just as Gavin raised his hand to press down on his hat, a crow suddenly swooped down towards him from the sky not far away!

Upon noticing the crow, Gavin instinctively gripped his gun tighter.

Although he was fairly certain that birds wouldn't get infected, who knew if there might be an exception? What if the bird that swooped down at him was infected?
As Gavin drew his gun and stared intently at the bird, he saw the crow swoop down to within seven or eight meters of Gavin's head, then suddenly do a 360-degree spin, changing direction in a circle!

After spinning around several times, it finally found its direction, gracefully continued its ascent into the sky, and then swooped down on Gavin once more.

Gavin was completely dumbfounded as he watched the large raven begin to spin again after its descent.

What the hell is this? Is it still a crow? Is it some kind of spinning pigeon?

Just then, Martin, who was not far away, also noticed this, and shouted to Gavin.

"Boss, you seem worried about that bird?"

"If so, then don't worry. The crow is just courting. Fokin is a female raven!"

"Crows are staunch supporters of monogamy. If Fokin had a lover before, she wouldn't be following you alone; she's a single bird."

"As for the crows' mating season, in Texas, crows start courting and mating around February. You might have a pair of crows soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin picked up his spiked hammer and casually killed a zombie that was clinging to his shoe.

The raven that kept swooping down on Gavin and Foggin dozens of times finally swooped down into the pile of corpses to search for something.

Shortly after, Thomas returned with his heavy truck and forklift to provide support.

The large raven, about the same size as Foggin, seemed to have finally found what it was looking for. It was seen circling above Gavin's head, holding a shiny object in its beak.

Gavin kicked a zombie away, then slashed it with his sword, before looking up at the sky.

After exchanging a glance with him, the crow hesitated before gradually descending, finally landing on Gavin's right shoulder.

However, the crow's target was clearly not Gavin. At this moment, while nervously watching Gavin's movements, the crow handed the gold ring it was carrying in its beak to Foggin.

When the crow offered him something, Fokin turned his head away haughtily.

She's not some manipulative raven; she won't accept any raven gifts before she's sure she wants to become partners with the other person!
Seeing this, the great raven carefully placed the gold ring in Gavin's trench coat pocket, then flew back into the pile of corpses to continue its search.

Meanwhile, after seeing Thomas and his men join the cleaning team, Gavin turned on the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Guys, speed things up. We can't keep working until dark. Steve, get the bulldozers running and try to scoop the bodies together. Everyone else, help stack them up too. Get all the bodies into the three heavy trucks as quickly as possible."

That's right, one heavy truck can't hold seven or eight hundred corpses, so Thomas and his men brought three heavy trucks.

Of course, the heavy truck drivers are all killing zombies on the ground right now, and all the heavy trucks are parked in the same spot.

Upon receiving Gavin's order, Steve waved to Gavin from a distance, then went to the forklift and started it up.

Steve started the bulldozer and drove it towards the small group of zombies who were still alive, letting the bulldozer run over many of them.

While the bulldozers started working, Gavin continued clearing out the remaining zombies.

The large crow suddenly stopped in front of a hand and began scratching and pecking at it.

Noticing the raven's decision, Martin, who had been watching the raven closely, couldn't help but approach it and look at the hand the raven was staring at. It was a small fist, only half the size of an adult, and something shimmering with light was peeking out from between its crevices.

Seeing this, Martin sighed with melancholy, because the owner of the hand was a little boy who was about nine years old...

"Hey……"

After a long sigh, Martin knelt down and opened the little boy's hand.

In his palm, the boy zombie was clutching a glass ball tightly. Even as a zombie, the boy did not let go of the glass ball!
This scene filled Martin with mixed emotions. He couldn't help but shake his head and then tried to stay away from the child's body.

The large raven looked at the glass ball with delight, then picked up the glittering little ball and landed back on Gavin's shoulder.

Foggin still refused the gift, so the raven threw the glass ball into Gavin's pocket as well, and continued searching through the pile of corpses.

Time passed by, until darkness fell and the people carrying the bodies were panting heavily from exhaustion.

The scraps of flesh and other debris left behind by more than 700 corpses were finally crammed into three heavy trucks.

Then, the group drove their heavy truck toward the manor.

Gavin then instructed Lao Feng over the intercom to send someone to pick them up and take them to the prepared incineration site.

Soon after, Manus, covered in sweat, led his convoy past the manor and arrived near the burning site, which was only about 1,300 meters away from the manor.

For the past few hours, Lao Feng has been working with the excavator. He not only dug a large pit, about half a meter in size, but also dug a firebreak about two meters wide around the pit.

At this moment, people are placing the processed wood in the center of the pit. If you want the body to burn quickly, you need to use enough wood to make several partitions to prevent the body from piling up together and making it difficult to burn the flesh and fat in the center.

Seeing Gavin and his group arriving with many corpses, Old Feng quickly led everyone closer.

Many of the logistics staff had never seen so many corpses before, and for a moment, many people were shocked by the densely packed bodies.

The sounds of vomiting immediately became incessant.

Even some of the field staff started vomiting, not because they were aroused by the corpses.

It's just that there are so many people vomiting around here that it makes them feel increasingly disgusted.

Honestly, vomiting is a chain reaction. Once three people around a person start vomiting, even the toughest man will find his Adam's apple bobbing.

Gavin shook his head helplessly as he watched the group vomiting.

These unruly Americans actually have moments of weakness.

Thinking of this, he grinned and casually swatted away a large crow that was swooping down at him.

After shooing the large crow to land on the heavy truck, Gavin scratched Foggin's beak helplessly.

"Look at you, you bastard! Anyone would think that crow was courting me!"

“Gaga…”

Foggin glanced at Gavin sideways, then looked disdainfully at the large crow perched on the pile of truck carcasses.

To win her over, the crow would have to perform flying dances for at least two weeks, and also deliver gifts for another half month.

This is still considered a relatively low standard for a crow; for a regular crow, the mating season would last about two months.

However, don't think that two months is too long for them to find a mate.

Because once a crow successfully mates, the two crows will stay together for life.

Just like humans, crows don't easily decide on their mates over a lifetime.

Gavin was just joking; he didn't focus his attention on the crows, but instead led his men to pile the corpses into the cremation pit.

After dealing with the body, Gavin continued to prepare some fire extinguishers, especially several liquid carbon dioxide pressure tanks.

Of course, this was just for show, because once a fire starts on the grassland, it's far more difficult to extinguish than a few fire extinguishers and pressure tanks can handle.

However, the burning site is separated from the manor by a river, and the recent wind direction has not been towards the manor. With so many insurance policies in place, if an accident still occurs during the burning, Gavin can only curse God.

Looking at the mountain of corpses piled up before him, Gavin rubbed his nose in disgust.

Noticing Gavin's gaze, even before he said anything, people began to gather around him.

"Boss!"

Eugene spoke to Gavin.

"I've never fucking tried using the flames of corpses about to be burned to throw a fucking apocalyptic-looking party, hahaha!"

"Yeah, boss!"

Beside Eugene, Steve looked at the massive pile of corpses in front of him and continued speaking to Gavin with a wry smile.

"What we're doing is just too hellish. The thought of drinking beer and eating barbecue near this pile of corpses in a little while is just... f***, it's indescribable!"

At this point, Steve's expression was almost breaking down.

This is truly a hellish feast!

Gavin, listening to his two old friends, smiled and waved to Father Hogan.

"Father, did you hear what the men were saying? I'd like to hear what the real priest has to say about this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin couldn't help but laugh, while Father Hogan, with an indescribable expression, tried his best to smile and say to Gavin.

"Lord Gavin, our actions not only do not violate any doctrine, but are even... an extremely kind and righteous act!"

"That's right, it's a righteous act. Without us, those people's souls would be pitifully bound to their walking corpses, never able to find redemption!"

"And our act of holding a feast beside the fire that burns the dead is merely our way of celebrating... the fortunate redemption of their souls!"

“From any perspective, there was nothing wrong with our actions. Of course, if I could have prayed for them before lighting the fire, our actions would have been even more correct.”

Father Hogan breathed a sigh of relief as he finished speaking.

He finally figured out what was going on.

And Gavin.

Gavin pondered for a moment, then spoke to Eugene and Steve.

“Eugene, Steve, you two take the cavalry and go home to bring the women over.”

"Just leave Madison and Cao Xinyan at home to watch the gate. Tell Madison that when I have the chance, I'll find him and have a good drink with him."

"As for Cao Xinyan, Lao Feng, you can understand my arrangement, right? Bonfire parties are not suitable for children!"

"Besides that, Steve and Feng, you two are not allowed to get drunk at tonight's party. I need you to keep an eye on our surroundings and make sure there aren't any stray zombies rushing towards us."

"Do as I say."

At this point, Gavin raised his hand to signal Eugene and Steve to begin their work. The two immediately led the horse team back to the manor and settled the women and children in two carriages.

The manor wasn't far from here, and before long, the caravan and horsemen returned to the pile of corpses as the sun set.

Unsurprisingly, it was customary to vomit first, especially Doris, who was almost vomiting up bile.

However, apart from Doris, very few of the other women vomited, not even Susan, which surprised Gavin.

Once everyone had arrived, Gavin, wearing the half-body armor, came to the center of the group and directly in front of the pile of corpses.

"Guys, do we really need any ceremony to light the fire?"

"This is the end of the world. There are no dead people worth mourning, and no living people we can abandon!"

"That's the theme of tonight's party!"

"The reason I'm making each of you have to hold a banquet in such an offensive place."

"Because we all have to adapt to the changes brought about by the apocalypse. The world has changed, and you have to experience more to better adapt to the style of the future!"

"Father Hogan, come on, the task of lighting the fire is yours!"

"I'd gladly accept, Lord Gavin!"

Father Hogan smiled deeply, strode to the pile of corpses, took the torch from Martin, and pointed the flame at the pile of bodies in front of him.

(End of this chapter)