Doomsday America

Chapter 92 I Am the King of the World

After a while.

Eugene awkwardly rode his horse, carefully avoiding Bella's position, circled halfway around, stopped the horse behind Gavin, and jumped off.

In the distance, the zombies were still hundreds of meters away from the crowd. Winnie raised her gun and nervously released the safety.

Seeing Winnie's actions, Eugene pursed his lips and whispered.

"The kid should be fine; she seems very composed."

"What did you say?"

Gavin immediately smiled and shouted to Eugene.

"Where did that Eugene whose voice was so loud it could kill a bull go? Why is the Eugene I'm hearing speaking in a soft voice?"

"Have you fucking turned into a woman?"

"I……"

Hearing Gavin's comment, Eugene pursed his lips in annoyance, then glanced at Bella discreetly.

Ahead, Bella turned around with a sneer, giving Eugene the middle finger as she spoke.

"He's all bark and no bite... a tough guy who only lives in his own mouth. I bet he's never had a relationship that lasted more than two years!"

"You're talking nonsense! You think your relationship is stable? Stable means sending someone to their grave?" Eugene immediately retorted.

"It's better than you just sitting in front of the computer masturbating by yourself. I bet you can't even afford to find a woman who costs a hundred dollars!"

Bella retorted sharply, and Winnie stomped her foot in annoyance at her words.

"Stop yelling! The zombies are coming! I'm scared!!!"

Just as Winnie was expressing her fear, the zombies had already closed in to within seventy meters of her.

Winnie screamed in fear, raised her pistol, aimed carefully, and fired directly at the zombie.

boom!
Winnie missed with her first shot, pursing her lips and lowering the gun. She had been too eager to hit the zombie in the head.

boom!
The second shot hit the zombie's stomach, leaving a trail of blood on the grass, while Winnie tried her best to aim the crosshair at the zombie's head.

boom!
Another shot landed on the zombie's shoulder, prompting Eugene to speak up.

"Damn, that's accurate. This kid has some potential. Boss, do you believe she'll be scared?"

boom!
Gavin didn't answer Eugene's question, because Winnie's gunshot answered it for him.

Whose little devil is shouting in fear while almost hitting the target every time?

Although she never got a headshot, 80% of Winnie's bullets hit the zombies.

If it were a living person, they would probably have died at Winnie's hands long ago.

boom!
After Winnie fired another shot into the zombie's left shoulder, Bella suddenly raised her gun.

The zombie was only 23 or 24 meters away from Winnie. At that distance, if the zombie rushed for another two seconds, it might hit Winnie!

At the same time, Gavin silently pulled out his Colt Python and aimed the gun at the zombie's head.

If Winnie can't withstand the pressure of the zombies constantly approaching, then he must deal with the zombies no later than five meters away from Winnie!

Fortunately, although Winnie's marksmanship was mediocre, her mental fortitude was excellent.

As the zombies drew closer, she took a deep breath and decisively fired.

boom!
After the shot was fired, the zombie fell to the ground. Winnie let out a long breath and then fired a few more shots into the zombie's head.

Bella relaxed and then quickly went to the zombie.

As she fired at the zombie corpses, she kept her eyes fixed on Eugene, shouting in his direction with each shot.

"Fake Squid!"

"Shit..."

Bella's bullet pierced the zombie's lower abdomen and a little below.

Eugene cursed under his breath, his scalp tingling, and then turned and walked toward the manor.

"There aren't any more zombies. You guys keep playing. I'm going to eat, damn it!"

Watching Eugene flee into the manor from afar, Bella gritted her teeth fiercely, then couldn't help but laugh.

Laughing, she reached out and grabbed the zombie's ankle, shouting to Gavin from afar.

"Boss, how about I drag him to a distance and leave him there?"

"Of course, I don't want a corpse lying clearly in my field of vision either."

Gavin waved to Bella, who immediately dragged the zombie further away.

And beside Gavin...

Looking at the zombies' dead state, Steve sighed regretfully and said...

"That young man's name is Jorah. He's been on our farm for almost nineteen months. He's a very outgoing guy, but he's a bit of a playboy and has slept with quite a few girls in town."

"Damn it, do people really go to hell after they die? I bet Jorah never imagined his crotch would suffer such a fate when he was messing around in town..."

"puff!"

Gavin couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing at Steve's words.

He laughed loudly and patted Steve hard on the shoulder.

Just then, Winnie, trembling, turned off the safety and returned to Gavin with her gun.

"I...I still need more training!"

She spoke to Gavin with great seriousness, and Gavin, suppressing a laugh, gently ruffled her hair as he spoke.

"You do need to practice, haha, but you're already doing very well."

"With pistols, beginners can generally maintain accuracy within ten meters, but when facing moving targets beyond ten meters, it takes some experience to use a pistol."

"Let's go, it's time to eat. After we eat, Eugene will take you to the shooting range."

"Okay, boss!"

Winnie suppressed the trembling and excitement of killing a zombie for the first time, let out a heavy breath, and followed Gavin toward the manor.

In the distance, Bella dragged the body for nearly a hundred meters before casually tossing it onto the grass. Then she jogged back, rushing as fast as she could to get back to the manor.

As she passed through the corridor, she called out to old Bert.

Old Bert simply waved to her.

"You guys go ahead and eat. I told Doris I'd be a little late, and she'll save some food for the sentry post. At a time like this, we still need to keep people at the post."

"Alright then, please. I'll take over for you in a bit!"

Bella greeted old Bert and then returned to the table.

As everyone ate and chatted, Gavin tapped the table and spoke softly to the group until they had almost finished eating.

"After thinking about it, I decided that from 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., the field staff would be on duty, mainly keeping a close eye on any movement around the manor at night, and making a round of the corridors to see clearly outside the windows."

"The reason for staying until 4 a.m. is that we must leave enough energy for the field staff to carry out their activities during the day, no matter what."

"As for tonight, Steve will go first, followed by Madison, then me and Eugene, two hours each."

"At other times, logistics staff other than chefs can allocate their own shift time."

At this point, Gavin glanced at everyone's expressions.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, no one said anything, especially since old Bert had just spotted a lone zombie.

Only Eugene tapped his plate unhappily and complained.

"Why is it between 2 and 4 AM? It's so hard to get up at that time!" "The time changes every day."

Gavin replied to Eugene, who then smiled with satisfaction, as long as he wasn't made to stand guard two to four times a day.

After confirming the sentry post assignments, Gavin paused for a moment before continuing.

"In addition, we have dinner at eight o'clock every morning, noon, and six o'clock every evening. Doris, please keep track of the time."

"Rest time is scheduled between lunch and 1 p.m., and between dinner and 8 p.m. You can allocate these two periods as you see fit, but you need my permission to leave the manor."

"After eight o'clock, everyone must start exercising, whether it's going to the shooting range to practice shooting, or going to the gym to work out and run!"

"Right now, we have more food than we can possibly eat. With no shortage of food and meat for the time being, I need you to become as strong as possible!"

"Exercise time is between 8 pm and 10 pm. Everyone must exercise for at least one hour every day. Lights out promptly after 10 pm. Does anyone have any other questions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin placed his hands on the table and calmly looked at everyone.

After a moment of silence, everyone shook their heads. They felt that Gavin's rules were relatively lenient and did not have any resistance to them.

This was exactly Gavin's intention; he wanted to gradually convey the future rules of the camp to everyone in the team.

In this process, he will not throw out dozens of rules at once, leaving team members overwhelmed.

They certainly won't suddenly introduce some rule that would definitely cause resistance and make everyone secretly revolt.

While the "boiling frog" experiment may be difficult to verify, the team members' gradual acceptance of the rules is a true example of the "boiling frog" phenomenon.

At this moment, after briefly explaining the new rules for today, Gavin stood up from the dining table and smiled at everyone.

"Alright, it's break time now. I hope to see you guys at the gym after eight o'clock."

“If you don’t have any workout clothes, Steve, you can take them to the old manor to look for some. There should be enough workout clothes there. We’ll bring some back when we explore later. Bella, you need to sort out all the clothes.”

"I understand, I will!"

Bella nodded quickly, while Gavin simply left the table, leaving them alone.

Now, people don't have mobile phones to play with, nor televisions to watch. In some ways, the feeling of losing these two things is even more terrifying than reading addiction.

Gavin had to give them enough rest space to counteract the frustration they felt as they gradually gave up their phones and TVs.

After Gavin left, everyone looked at each other.

Then, Bella stood up and spoke first.

"I'm going to wash the dishes. After I'm done, I'll go replace that old devil Albert!"

"Okay, I'll come and relieve you at eight o'clock."

Steve waved to Bella, and Bella went to wash the dishes with Winnie and the others.

Eugene sat in his chair for a while, lost in thought, then called Madison over and ran toward the recreation room.

Although there's no TV to watch now, they can still use game consoles and CDs, and they plan to play for a while.

William and Steve chatted for a while. Steve told William about the changes that had taken place at the manor over the years and also praised Gavin.

As for Gavin...

He returned to his study on the third floor and sat in front of the computer for a while.

Unfortunately, in this day and age, American millionaires still have pretty good Wi-Fi, so his printer and computer were originally connected to Wi-Fi.

Now that the internet is completely cut off, and the printer is not connected to the computer, he can't print anything from the computer at all.

However, upon closer inspection, Gavin discovered that his printer still had a copying function.

So, Gavin, too lazy to look for any more connections, simply picked up a pen and paper and wrote down all the zombie-related information by hand.

There was still enough paper in the printer. After writing for more than an hour, Gavin got up and made dozens of copies of the seven pages of information, and also set aside eight copies to leave for the team members.

As for the rest, those will naturally be nailed to the signs, and some will be reserved for future members.

After finishing all that, it was almost eight o'clock. Gavin went back to the dressing room to change into his workout clothes and strolled towards the gym.

As they passed by the aquarium, Doris happened to be with Winnie, standing inside watching the fish.

Seeing that the two women had already changed into their workout clothes, Gavin greeted them and came over to ask them questions.

"How are my fish doing?"

"It's really good. Most of it is edible, and I can cook almost everything except for those few small sharks!"

Doris responded excitedly to Gavin.

Gavin paused for a moment, then glanced at his fish with amusement.

He initially felt it was a pity, because once the fish food at home was almost used up, he would have to throw the fish back into the river to fend for themselves.

But hearing Doris say that, it seems like all the fish in the house are just for food, right?
Fortunately, Doris isn't Hannibal, and fortunately, I'm not yet considered food in Doris's eyes...

As for those fish...

While Gavin was pondering, Doris was also making plans. She whispered to Gavin, "I'm going to say this to you."

"Old...boss..."

Just call me Gavin.

Doris, a cultured and gentle middle-class housewife, was naturally not used to being addressed as "boss."

With Gavin offering her a way out, she relaxed a little and continued speaking in a low voice.

"Well... I'll call you boss, boss. I was actually a little afraid to eat fish after hearing that there were zombies in the lake."

"However, I checked the water source at home this afternoon. You use groundwater mixed with organic salts to simulate seawater for raising fish. Groundwater is always more reassuring than lake water, no matter what."

"Once the sea fish have eaten their fill, you can also try catching some fish from outside and raising them in the aquarium. You won't even need to mix the seawater."

"We only have nine people now, and we really can't eat the food from just a few acres of land. In the early stages, we can find fish food nearby, and later we can feed the fish with the grain. Maybe this aquarium can become a stable food source."

At this point, Doris's eyes lit up.

Since her career failed repeatedly when she was young, she entered the marriage hall and began to be a wife and mother. She had not tasted the feeling of having a career for too long.

She was too afraid to go out, and even more afraid of seeing zombies, so when she saw the aquarium, she immediately focused her attention on it.

Gavin was genuinely pleased to hear what Doris said.

You can see from Doris that, even though it's only been two days, the team members are already consciously treating the team like a family.

This is good news, and besides, Doris's suggestion is indeed quite pertinent.

The water used on their farm does indeed come from the Ogarara Aquifer, which runs through several western states, and fish raised with groundwater are definitely safer to eat than those raised in lakes or rivers.

Of course, there was a problem that Gavin didn't tell Doris: the camp's electricity problem.

To be honest, Gavin was already quite surprised that the Texas power grid had managed to hold on until now without collapsing.

As for what happens after the power grid collapses, Gavin will have to see how much fuel the generators consume to decide which electrical functions to keep on the estate.

Of course, Gavin wouldn't use future possibilities to dampen the members' current enthusiasm.

So he chatted with Doris for a while about the issue of fish farming, and they went to the gym together.

To his surprise, as soon as he entered the gym, he saw Eugene lying exhausted on the boxing ring.

Opposite Eugene, Madison, a behemoth standing two meters and seven inches tall and weighing over three hundred pounds, was as if he were standing under a spotlight, proudly raising his boxing gloves and shouting.

"I am the king of the world!"

Upon hearing this, Gavin immediately smiled expectantly and said as he reached for his boxing gloves.

"King of the World, great! I'm going to fight the King of the World!"

(End of this chapter)