Doomsday America.

"That's right, Dalton, you have a good memory!"

Following the driver's instructions, the woman in the passenger seat placed the radio on her left lap and the map on her right lap, gesturing to locate Gavin Farm Airport. She then pointed to the airport on the map and said...

"If the broadcasts we received along the way weren't false, then this airport should be on the territory of the Rookie League." "That is, the Rookie League led by the legendary soccer star Gavin, which appeared earliest, lasted the longest, had the most abundant content, and had the most active members in the doomsday broadcasts!" At this point, the woman in the passenger seat couldn't help but shrug, then rolled her bloodshot eyes. Afterward, she couldn't help but make a teasing remark.

"Who would have thought that the legendary sports star in people's minds would actually have such considerable leadership skills?"

"After the broadcasts of the new league and Gavin, I always thought that those sports stars only knew how to dominate on the field."

"But Gavin did a really good job. The Newcomer Alliance's broadcast was extremely detailed, and the descriptions of the various changes in the zombies were quite accurate." "It's clear they're quite active, and their strong operational capabilities indirectly prove their excellent combat and logistical organization!" "As for their numbers…"

At this point, the woman couldn't help but pause for a long time.

Only after the car had completely fallen silent did the woman continue speaking with a smile.

"As for their numbers, my God, if they're not exaggerating, they're the largest camp we've seen on our journey. Far more than the New York Wastelanders near Franklin."

"When we left the New York Wastelanders' camp, there were only about four hundred of them."

"But in the broadcast a few days ago, the Newcomers' Alliance's promotional team had at least eight hundred members. That number is probably second only to the biker gangs in Los Angeles and the black gangs in Chicago." As she finished speaking, the woman couldn't help but look up at the roof of the car, her deep eyes seemingly lost in thought.

Beside him, the man driving continued approaching Gavin's farm, glancing at the forest on either side of the road, watching for signs of zombies, while responding to the woman. "We don't need to doubt anymore, boss. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, we'll be making contact with the Newcomers soon." "We'll know exactly how many they have once we see them. We don't even know if Gavin of the Newcomers' Alliance will allow us to recruit from his camp." "While what we're doing, in my opinion, is a knightly act in the apocalypse, especially you, boss, your determination and will are something we bastards admire immensely." "But even with the best of reasons, we're still trying to snatch people from their camp."

"Given their size, if they're unhappy with us, we'll likely have a very difficult time leaving. That would be a huge problem!"

"indeed!"

Upon hearing the driver's words, the woman in the passenger seat shook her head with a wry smile, then thoughtfully replied.

"This is indeed a problem, but that's not a reason for us not to do it. We have our goals to achieve, and we have the hopes of our team members to fulfill." "So, in any case, I will try to communicate with Gavin and the other managers of the Newcomers' Union, and try to handle our demands properly without causing trouble for the Newcomers' Union." "However, if things really can't be done, then we'll have to protect ourselves as much as possible."

"That's not important!"

The driver suddenly picked up on the woman's words and responded to her calmly and with a sense of relief.

"Boss, in this world, just being alive is a luxury, and death is a constant companion. Even wanderers like us are used to separation and have long been prepared to die at any moment." "We've already lost too much; death won't stop us. After all, we still have a path to keep us going!" "We... wow... ahead..."

Just as the driver finished speaking, a faint outline of barbed wire suddenly appeared at the end of the overgrown road ahead. Seeing the barbed wire, the driver stopped talking and then gave the woman in the passenger seat a look.

The woman immediately picked up her binoculars and looked at the barbed wire fence in the distance.

After a brief glance, the woman said thoughtfully.

"The barbed wire is intact. From a distance, there's no noticeable damage. But once we get closer, we might find signs of repair." "If there are, it means we haven't gone the wrong way. After all, signs of repair mean there are living people."

"Let's just go straight there, Dalton. If they have sentries, we can just state our purpose. They probably won't mind letting us see Gavin." With that, the woman waved her hand dismissively.

Dalton, who was driving, accelerated slightly and arrived at the barbed wire fence at a faster speed.

After parking the car in front of the ground netting, the woman got out of the car first.

Behind her, two people each got out of the remaining two cars, making a total of five people who came to the front of the barbed wire fence to observe.

The woman first looked at the lock on the barbed wire gate, and then she pointed to the lock and said...

"This lock isn't rusted at all, clearly showing signs of frequent opening and closing. It seems there really is a survivor camp near this road. The Newcomer Alliance's broadcast probably wasn't a lie; they really did reveal their true location!"

"Yes, it's unbelievable. Gavin and his rookie gang are really confident. They didn't even reveal the real location of the biker gang, and the other small and medium-sized survival camps are even more eager to keep dangerous people from finding them."

The bald old man behind the woman continued the conversation while holding a strangely shaped tool and approaching the door lock.

Then the old man started fiddling around the door lock, seemingly trying to unlock it.

As the old man unlocked the door, the woman looked around, then narrowed her eyes in confusion and continued speaking.

"They not only revealed the actual location, but they didn't even put out sentries at the camp entrance, which is a bit unwise."

"How come there are no sentries at such an important location? Is their camp particularly close by?"

"But I didn't see any trace of residential areas around here, especially the kind of large residential areas that could house hundreds or thousands of people."

"So what exactly makes them so arrogant, even conceited?"

"It can't be because their territory is too big, can it?"

"Ha ha!"

At this point, the woman couldn't help but make a joke, which made her laugh as well.

Beside the woman, another young man who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old responded to the other person while suppressing a laugh.

"Stop kidding, boss. How could the entrance to the survival camp and the living area be so close together?"

"Besides, there's an airport nearby. Any camp with a lot of people would definitely make use of the airport. Once Old Joe unlocks it, we'll go check out the airport and see for ourselves." The young man had barely finished speaking when the bald old man, known as Old Joe, had already unlocked the barbed wire gate.

With a click from the latch, the barbed wire gate opened.

Seeing that the road was clear, the woman immediately waved to the three cars behind her.

"Hurry up and bring it in, then lock their door again. Even though we were cautious enough when we came, we still need to prevent other camps from encountering an unexpected zombie crisis because of us!" "Got it, don't worry, after all, our goal isn't to return anyone, little girl!"

Old Joe held up a finger to the woman, then waved to the convoy in imitation.

Three cars slowly passed through the gate, and after they did, Old Joe and the others filed in, locking the gate again as they did so. Looking at the endless barbed wire fence in the distance, this group felt much safer.

The woman then spoke to the men who were getting off the bus.

"Alright, everyone get in the car. Let's head towards the airport to find their camp and have a proper meeting with that legendary cowboy. Hopefully, our conversation will go smoothly!" "We've lost too many comrades along the way, from a peak of thirty-seven to a mere fifteen now. None of us want to lose any more." "The apocalypse has unleashed the savagery within people, spreading their greed and desire for control, making their behavior increasingly reckless." "I just hope the Newcomer Alliance is really as good as they say on the radio. Otherwise, guys, I believe their decision might just push us all into the fire!" "No, no, no, they won't! I trust your judgment, we all feel the same way!"

Before the woman could finish speaking, Old Joe couldn't help but raise his hand and pat her on the shoulder.

Although Old Joe had a large, flabby belly and was slightly hunched over, he was still half a head taller than the woman.

Feeling Old Joe's patting, the woman shook her head, then pointed to the outline of the airport in the distance and said.

"Whether I believe it or not, it doesn't change the tension I feel when I take on responsibility."

"The only thing that can alleviate that tension is our unwavering commitment to achieving our goals and plans."

"Let's go, don't waste time here. Our lives may be destined to be spent on the road, but that doesn't mean we have the right to waste time and life." "Let's go, to the airport, let's go!"

At this point, all three cars sped off towards the airport, arriving in the airport area in just about two minutes.

Upon arriving here, I saw a dazzling array of civilian helicopters and a few military helicopters at the airport.

as well as……

An empty airport, devoid of any human presence...

The group of guys, including the women, were completely dumbfounded!

The lead car stopped next to a small, two-winged pesticide plane, and the woman got out of the car.

The puzzled look on her face hadn't faded yet.

Behind her, a blond middle-aged man who got out of the back seat glanced at the woman's dirty vest.

Of course, he wasn't looking at the stains on the white vest.

Instead, it was the woman's athletic yet slender figure, and her long, shapely neck, though clearly filthy, still possessing remarkably well-maintained skin. Women are always sensitive to men's gazes, and as this blond middle-aged man stared at her, she abruptly turned her head, glared at him, and said, "Stop fucking staring, you idiot! If you want to have your fun with women, find some marijuana or handjobs and trade fairly with the female wastelanders in the camps we'll be passing through!" "My mind is entirely focused on our shared goal, and when my heart is filled with goals and pursuits, my guidance needs no other filling!" "Instead of staring at me, save up your supplies and prepare to hire prostitutes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman gave the middle finger to the man who was looking at her.

The man who was pleased with her immediately turned pale, then nodded helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"Yes, yes, we're always like this. Even though you already know you've lost your family, you still won't open your heart to me." "But the more you act like this, the more... hehe, the more I can't help but pay attention."

"You know you're not young anymore, and your sex appeal is nowhere near as good as the prostitutes we've met in the other camps." "After the apocalypse, we've been wandering around for so long. In those camps we've passed through, I've slept with more than one of the big stars from before the disaster, but I still can't control my eyes when I see you!" "At this rate, damn it, if our lives were a movie, I always feel like you're the protagonist, the embodiment of female power." "And me... I seem to be the supporting character destined to die for you at some point!"

"But this isn't so bad, is it? After all, each of us has had hope, and some have watched it slowly fade away, to the point that we can no longer live normally among the wastelanders." "For us, death is both the severing of hope and the arrival of liberation."

"If our fates are truly as I've described, then that's an answer I'd rather wait for."

"After all, in a world where there is almost no love, to die for love, isn't that the ultimate romance that a man can embrace?" At this point, the blond middle-aged man winked at the woman.

The woman scoffed, ignoring the man's sweet talk, and pointed around the airport.

"Dalton, take two men and check the surrounding area for zombies. Old Joe, climb onto one of the planes and set up your guns for defense. The rest of you, check the airport. I want to see if this airport is really unmanaged!" "Are the Newcomers' lives so comfortable that they don't even utilize these helicopters that are clearly still usable?"

"I'm getting more and more excited to meet the newcomers!"

"Me too!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Dalton, who was leading the two men swaggering into the distance, raised his right hand and gave her a thumbs-up in response. "After all, if their supplies and equipment are truly plentiful, then as long as we don't get held captive, we'll definitely have a chance to exchange them for even more valuable resources." "In this post-apocalyptic world, there are no unified prices from the Federation; the value of all supplies is determined by the wealth of different camps." "However, this situation shouldn't last long. Once more and more groups of wanderers like us are constantly seeking trade among countless survivor camps," "I'm afraid that the houses in the wasteland will be connected by groups of wanderers like us, creating a real trade route!"

"By then, we homeless people will have made a significant difference to the future!"

"indeed!"

Upon hearing this, the woman grinned and then raised her right hand to emphasize to Dalton.

"You're absolutely right, Dalton, but you're wrong about one thing! The most crucial thing!"

"That is... we're not some fucking nomadic group!"

"We are a family reunion team!"

"A search party venturing across the wasteland!"