The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Upon receiving news of the construction site, Caesar immediately set off with his men.

They arrived quickly following the map.

Vehicles began to circle the construction site, inspecting the zombies inside.

The roar of the vehicles caused the zombies to let out hoarse howls as they staggered awake, stood up, and walked towards the outer perimeter.

The zombies' clothes hung loosely, and each one had sunken eyes and sparse hair, looking exactly like starving ghosts.

They even walk slower and are less mobile than other zombies, and are completely skin and bones.

The vehicle showed no intention of stopping, using sound to lure the zombies into chasing it. Just as the zombies were about to catch up, it would drive forward a short distance until all the zombies were under its control and no more zombies left the construction site.

Caesar opened the car door and strode toward the dozen or so zombies.

"superior!"

With Caesar, the boss, involved, the combatants couldn't just stand by and watch. They rushed forward and launched flying kicks.

The combatants fought bravely, killing the zombies without regard for their own safety.

The mere dozen or so zombies were hacked to pieces by the energetic combatants.

After watching the combatants slicing through the corpses as if they were vegetables, Caesar's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look. "The zombies are getting more and more fragile."

Caesar imagined that, given the current fighting strength of these dozen or so zombies, an untrained ordinary person could easily eliminate them as long as they maintained proper distance.

Caesar didn't delay any longer. "Go to the construction site and get all the guns ready. Be prepared to deal with any emergencies."

"yes!"

Caesar unbuckled the pistol holster at his waist, pulled out his pistol, and made sure he could fire it smoothly in case of an emergency.

Then, Caesar walked into the construction site with his axe in hand.

The construction site was a mess, with piles of sand and gravel everywhere, as well as some bundled steel bars. There were also some construction vehicles, such as concrete mixer trucks, excavators, bulldozers, loaders, and so on.

As for those super-large engineering vehicles, they don't exist at all. They are unlikely to appear on a construction site of that scale, but are more likely to appear in some large mines.

Those building materials and construction vehicles were just sitting there. Before the apocalypse, Caesar might have ignored them, but in the apocalypse, these materials were Caesar's best help in building infrastructure.

These materials are what allowed Caesar to reopen the door to a new world.

Without a doubt, Caesar saw these things and could see through them the smooth, wide roads in the future valley, the towering city walls that could keep out millions of zombies outside.

"Whoosh... We've finally found it!" One of the combatants jumped up, raising his hands high, overjoyed.

Some members swung their fists forcefully, their mouths almost reaching their ears in grins; others slammed their fists into their teammates' shoulders, their faces full of excitement and joy, while the teammates cried out in pain yet grinned at each other...

The crowd was like a boiling hot pot, with joyful emotions spreading outwards.

Caesar turned around and waved his hand: "Today, all combat members will be rewarded with a pack of cigarettes and two bottles of wine."

"The boss is so generous!"

"Haha, we get to drink! That's great!"

"Yes, yes, there's smoke again!"

"Hey bro, you don't smoke anyway, how about I trade you some alcohol for cigarettes?"

"I still have half a bottle of wine left at home, so I can drink it all up this time."

"Hey, let's all drink together then..."

"..."

The reward promised by Caesar acted like a stimulant, increasing the combatants' efficiency several times over.

Even while moving building materials, everyone was laughing as they did so.

With such a capable combat team, Caesar naturally didn't hold back either. After returning to town, he went to Amy and asked for supplies.

It was issued directly to the captain of each combat squad, who then distributed it to the squad leaders.

Tobacco and alcohol are different from grains and can be said to be not essential for human survival, but for humans, living cannot just be about existing.

Alcohol and cigarettes are naturally among the few remedies available in this apocalyptic world, and can be considered luxuries.

The return of the building materials greatly reduced the pressure on the combat teams, and everyone had a smile on their face.

Caesar couldn't hide the smile on his face. It's true what they say: you can't force flowers to bloom, but you can grow willows without care.

Seeing Caesar approaching from afar, Amy tilted her head back with a smile, arms outstretched, wanting a hug. "Hmm, are you happy now?"

Amy could see Caesar worrying about building materials every day, and after returning home, he would often go into his study to carefully look at maps and reconnaissance reports, which showed that he was very worried.

Amy, of course, felt sorry for her man. Seeing his anxious appearance always made her feel sorry for him. She couldn't help him in finding building materials, but she provided Caesar with a lot of help in logistics.

Caesar hugged Amy tightly, picked her up and spun her around, then put her down. Caesar smiled and said, "Of course I'm happy now. I never thought it would actually happen."

Amy wrapped her arms around Caesar's waist, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "Once you're done, take a shower and get some rest."

After learning the news from Randall, Caesar hurriedly led his men to the destination and returned exhausted after another day of work.

My clothes were wet and then dried, then wet again, and they didn't smell very good either.

Caesar then released Amy, lowered his head to sniff his clothes, and gave an embarrassed smile. "They do smell a bit."

Amy didn't mind at all. She touched Caesar's slightly dirty cheek and said gently, "Go on."

"Okay." Caesar strode towards the stone house, then suddenly turned around as if remembering something. "Amy."

"Hmm?" Amy looked at Caesar. "What's wrong?"

"Let Morr hand Randall over to Maggie and Glenn," Caesar said.

Randall was Maggie's high school classmate and the one who provided the information about Green Farm to his companions; it's best to leave it to the victim to handle.

Amy nodded. "I'll go right away."

Amy went to the prison to find Moore, while Caesar returned to the stone house to take a bath and ate the meal Amy had prepared.

Afterwards, Caesar lay on the sofa in the living room, watching the fireplace burn, sparks dancing among the firewood like playful little elves.

Quietly watching the Mars rise and disappear, Caesar gradually closed his eyes and began to snore softly and evenly.

By the time the door made a sound, Caesar was already fast asleep.

Amy noticed that Caesar was asleep, so she deliberately slowed her footsteps as she entered the house, tiptoed into the living room, and slowly walked up to Caesar.

Crouch down so that your face is at the same level as Caesar's.

Gazing at Caesar's high nose bridge and handsome face, I found myself unconsciously becoming somewhat mesmerized.

Caesar could feel Amy's breath. He half-opened his eyes and asked, somewhat indistinctly, "Did I go tell Moore?"

"Hmm, I told you." Amy smiled, seeing Caesar showing such a non-aggressive side of himself.

It has a charm of contrast.

"Let's sleep," Caesar murmured, closing his eyes again.

As he spoke, Caesar lifted the blanket covering him.

Amy slipped into bed like a kitten, enveloped in Caesar's scent and warmth, and let out a comfortable hum.

"Not tonight, I want to rest."

Amy's sweet smile instantly turned into a face full of black lines, and she headbutted Caesar in the chest.

Hey, it doesn't hurt.

Caesar playfully hugged Amy tightly.

The night deepened.