The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 181 Screams

Not long after we finished drinking, the main entrance opened again.

The room fell silent for a moment, then one of his key subordinates led the girl in, winking and saying, "Well, you guys, you didn't even wait for our beautiful ladies."

As he spoke, he stepped aside and made an affected gesture of invitation, "Beautiful ladies, please come in."

"

One by one, glamorous and sexy ladies walked in, their alluring eyes scanning the men.

The men in the room stared wide-eyed at the women, their gazes as if they wanted to devour them.

The key member who brought the women in thought sarcastically, but said outwardly, "You're all dumbfounded, aren't you? Quickly pour some wine for the beauties and get them some pastries or something."

At his signal, his men rushed forward, vying for their favorites.

The atmosphere inside the house became even more lively.

As darkness fell, many candles were lit inside the house, making it brightly lit through the glass.

A woman's alluring figure, together with a man.

Almost every room on the first floor had a similar scene.

The second floor is quieter because there are fewer rooms.

The few single rooms were already occupied, and those occupying the rooms were all key members who considered themselves to be in a different class from the subordinates on the first floor. They were proud of their status and naturally wouldn't act like wild beasts without considering the location.

One of his key subordinates was holding a female companion, whose sweet voice mixed with the alluring scent of her perfume stimulated his tense nerves.

He kept bending over and getting closer to his female companion.

His female companion patted him lightly and said "you're so annoying" several times.

He chuckled, found a quiet room, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open. "You'll see what I mean later—"

"Hmm—who?"

The man opened the door to the room and saw a figure wrapped in a blanket on the bed. He shuddered and couldn't help but think of the assassin who had killed the key members before.

The fear of death gripped his throat, his interest vanished in an instant, and he reached for the pistol at his waist.

But they found nothing.

Damn!

He remembered that he had left his pistol on the first floor, and thinking that with so many people around, the assassin would definitely not come.

The figure in the small bedroom made a weak sound, as if it had a fever.

"Yes, it's me. I've caught a bit of a cold, I'll rest for a bit."

"Oh, oh. I'm sorry!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the man's tense body went limp, and he apologetically closed the door.

There is competition among the core members, but they still respect each other.

The woman, nestled in the man's arms, asked softly, "This room is full, let's go to that room."

She pointed to a nearby room.

Feeling the woman's warm body in his arms, the man became excited again and eagerly picked her up, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Tonight, I'm going to show you what a man can do."

He kicked open the door, and there was no one in the room. The man threw the woman onto the bed, pulled her down by the calf, and closed the door.

He suddenly pounced onto the bed.

Soon, decadent music began to circulate.

In that small bedroom, the person wrapped in the blanket was listless, and the moonlight shone on their face.

His eyes were sunken, his face was deathly pale, and his lips were frighteningly dull.

Just like those who overdose on drugs.

Unlike those people, his body temperature was extremely high, especially his forehead, which burned like a furnace.

He seemed a little dazed from the fever, and made some mumbling sounds.

Not only him, but several other people on the first floor of the house also looked rather unwell.

Although their faces weren't as pale as the person on the second floor, they still didn't look very healthy.

However, they were still reluctant to give up the activity and gritted their teeth to resist the physical discomfort.

The night passed by, minute by minute.

The room was filled with an indescribable, foul odor, a mixture of alcohol, an unknown viscous liquid, vomit, and other odors.

The music in the room had long since stopped, bottles were rolling on the floor, and clothes were scattered everywhere, making the whole scene look quite chaotic.

Many people collapsed on the ground after strenuous physical labor, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, leaves, and other substances.

Several people lying on the ground had fevers and "fell unconscious" after venting their anger.

Their faces were noticeably paler than before, as white as corpses.

In the small bedroom on the second floor, at some point, the "man" and the blanket rolled onto the floor.

The "man" struggled to get up from under the covers. Moonlight shone on him, revealing the bluish-purple veins.

Just as he was about to take a step with his left foot, he fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

The man didn't brace himself with his hands; his face slammed straight into the wooden board, cracking his nose and drawing out some bright red blood.

The man seemed unaffected by the pain as he got up again and walked out of the bedroom, following the creaking sound from the next room, blood still dripping from his nose.

It took a step and pushed open the door to the room next door.

Inside the room, bright moonlight shone on the bed. The two were busy at work when the man turned his head and was startled.

Seeing "a person" standing blankly in the doorway, the man's face darkened, and he growled, "Get out!"

Unexpectedly, "that person" at the door not only did not leave, but walked in instead.

The zombie took two steps and then pounced onto the bed.

With a soft thud, the zombie's sharp teeth tore open the carotid artery, and blood gushed out.

The woman, the bed, the walls, and the bedside table were instantly covered in a layer of blood-red paint. The woman was stunned; the blood was warm.

She could feel the man's corpse twitch a few times.

His face and head were covered in a layer of blood, which dripped down his face.

Blood dripped onto the woman's face.

The woman was lucky; the zombie bit her carotid artery, causing her blood to drain rapidly, and she died in a very short time, without suffering for long.

On the first floor, among the pile of people lying on the floor, "a few" opened their eyes again. Their eyes were no longer clear, but instead were the murky eyes of zombies.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a pale, white thigh, and blood sprayed from the wound all over the zombie's face, accompanied by a scream.

In the quiet night, a scream can carry very, very far.

The people in the surrounding houses were instantly awakened and began to take out their weapons to guard their rooms.

The patrol members were startled by the sound and exchanged glances.

Has the assassin been discovered?

They grabbed their weapons and ran excitedly toward the source of the sound.

In Carol's small house, in a bedroom filled with candles, she was leisurely reading a book when her expression suddenly turned cold. She turned to look out the window and closed the book.

Where did that sound come from?

If I didn't make a move, did someone else from Woodbury or some other faction do?

Or is it a crime of passion?

Carol's mind raced with countless speculations as she changed her clothes, grabbed her weapons, and headed out the door.