Doomsday America

Chapter 173 Sword Girl

"What?! Seize the high ground?!"

Gavin admitted that his voice cracked slightly at that moment.

The voice really cracked.

His question elicited a gasp from the other end of the radio.

After taking a deep breath, flight instructor Sean replied weakly to Gavin.

"Ha, you're shocked, aren't you, sir? Yes, I was just as shocked as you are now. After all, that thing was just too damn huge!"

"Have you seen Godzilla? It's about that size, or even bigger!"

"I can't imagine how many zombies made up this pile of corpses, but I guess it would take at least a few hundred thousand zombies to stack it up to this height. This thing looks to weigh at least 30,000 to 50,000 tons. Considering the average weight of each person, I guess it would take at least 300,000 zombies to make up this monstrosity!"

"This is just the minimum, I'm guessing based on the fewest possible scenarios!"

At this point, Sean couldn't help but swallow.

Seeing something so terrifying with his own eyes was hardly a pleasant experience; he felt as if his eyes had been polluted.

When he was flying planes at various military bases in Texas, he couldn't have seen anything so awe-inspiring!
And Gavin...

After listening to Sean's account, he remained silent for a full four seconds before finally swallowing hard and replying to Sean.

"I understand. Damn it, that's definitely not something we can handle right now. Let's skip it for now. At least he's still lying there obediently, isn't he?"

"Besides that, tell me about the three survivors you saw. You said they were on the roof of the Omni Dallas Hotel?"

"That's right, sir!"

Upon hearing Gavin mention this, Sean finally perked up. He looked at the few small figures on the hotel rooftop in the distance and described the situation to Gavin in as much detail as possible.

"Shortly after I arrived in Dallas, I discovered that terrifying aggregate, you know, it was very conspicuous."

“I circled that aggregate several times and took a lot of photos, including several streets in Dallas that were completely overrun by zombies. You’ll see them when we get back.”

"As for the survivors, I found them while circling around. There were about three of them, all women. At least, all I saw were women."

"They are currently living on the roof of the Omni Dallas Hotel. They seem to have set up a makeshift survival tent there using blankets and ropes or something similar, and it looks like they have been living on the roof for at least a few days."

"This is unbelievable! That's a hotel! It's incredible that they survived!"

At this point, Sean pursed his lips thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, after hearing Sean's account, Gavin narrowed his eyes knowingly and then asked Sean a question.

"Sean, you want to save them, don't you?"

“That’s right, sir. Of course I want to save them. They seem to have seen me already.”

“Every survivor is a rare find, you know what I mean, right, sir?”

"And they seem so capable, managing to find a way to survive in a big city like Dallas. I'm afraid even God is watching over them. I think our farm also needs more attention from God."

"Besides, they're all women, isn't that great? We already have enough men on our farm!"

Finally, Sean couldn't help but reveal an expectant smile.

Camp Gavin is indeed predominantly male, and this situation is likely to persist for a long time, since men do have a greater chance of survival in the face of real danger.

The imbalance between men and women is probably the main theme of the apocalypse.

At last night's party, Sean and his students lamented the issue of having more men than women.

Yesterday's party was a great experience for him; the hammer-chopping wood performance and competition were eye-opening and broadened his horizons.

But there were hardly any women at the party, which bothered him greatly. There were only six or seven women, and even if he wanted to chat with one or two of them, his behavior would stand out.

Now, seeing that there is an all-female group in the apocalypse, Sean naturally intends to rescue them.

Meanwhile, listening to Sean's teasing, Gavin pondered for a moment before asking Sean a question.

“Sean, I’m glad you have a heart that’s willing to help survivors, whether you want to save men or women.”

"But are you sure your rescue won't cause them any additional trouble?"

“If your helicopter descends low enough, it will likely draw all the zombies within a 1.5-kilometer radius to the rooftops where the survivors are.”

"So, before you decide to rescue them, you'd better try to get in touch with them. In any case, get in touch first, and after you've developed a rescue plan, we can then work together with them!"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but worry about the survivors.

Given the speed at which zombies move, once Sean's helicopter begins its descent, at least half the zombies in the hotel will likely start a riot!
So, did the survivor team living on the hotel rooftop prepare any defenses for their survival point? Did they have any extra defenses against the zombies? Could they hold out on the rooftop until the helicopter descended to a sufficient altitude?
Before the helicopter even landed above them, the remaining zombie horde had already stormed the rooftop and devoured them.

Sean and his group were not little angels bringing salvation.

It was that damned old Indian turtledove that brought bad luck...

On the other end of the radio, listening to Gavin's words, Sean couldn't help but take a breath.

He responded to Gavin with a helpless expression.

“That’s right, sir. That’s why I didn’t go down directly. I was really worried that before I even landed on them, the zombies I attracted would kill them first.”

"But I can't contact them at all, except for flyers."

“That’s right, there are leaflets from our camp on the plane, so I plan to drop some down. Ms. Bella’s newly printed leaflets have our camp’s radio channel on them. If they also have radios, then we can make contact.”

"In addition, sir, I would like to airdrop some supplies and walkie-talkies to them, but we still need to make careful preparations at home."

"As for the airdropped items, I'm fairly confident that they'll land in suitable locations, at least not too far from the survivors."

"In short, I need to report these things to you. I am a soldier, and real soldiers don't act on their own like in the movies."

"So, sir, can we drop off the flyers first?"

"of course can!"

When Sean asked him, Gavin readily agreed.

What are flyers for? Aren't they just for recruiting survivors?
The flyers were thrown in places where no one could see them, so that there was a chance that survivors would find them.

Now that survivors have appeared, would Gavin be stingy with flyers?
As for things like airdropped walkie-talkies, these things require a suitable parachute, so extra preparation is needed.

So Gavin quickly said to Sean.

"Throw the flyers down and try to make sure the survivors pick them up. Hopefully, they'll be able to contact us. That's all you have to do today."

“Sean, in a terrifying city like Dallas, overrun by zombies, we can’t even communicate with the survivors by yelling. If we don’t communicate, we absolutely cannot risk killing them by doing something we think is self-satisfying and trying to save them!”

"After you drop the leaflets, go back to camp first. Let us wait for their radio. If we don't get one, we'll go to Dallas together tomorrow and try to get them a walkie-talkie so we can make contact and develop a rescue plan!"

"It's getting dark. You must get back to the farm with the helicopter before dark, OK?"

"No problem, sir!"

Sean was immediately in a great mood after receiving Gavin's affirmation.

In fact, in the apocalypse, accomplishing something that soothes the soul can really lift one's spirits.

Because self-satisfaction is an indelible part of one's inner world.

With Gavin's endorsement, Sean immediately turned around and yelled at Paul and Nicholas, the two trainees.

"Did you hear that, guys? The officer has given us permission to use the leaflets from the plane to bring hope to the young ladies down below!"

"Get moving! Throw the leaflets down at the survivors, making sure they catch them. We'll soon be Noah, the saint leading the Ark!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sean quickly changed direction, transforming himself from circling high above the colossal aggregate into circling the Omni Dallas Hotel.

Meanwhile, on the roof of the Omni Dallas Hotel, several makeshift tents made of various blankets were nearby.

The two women were huddled together, staring in horror at the helicopter in the sky.

"God, those damn helicopters are here again! Are we doomed?!"

One of the women, with a few light blue streaks in her blonde hair and makeup that had faded to a comical degree, couldn't help but speak up.

Upon hearing the woman's words, a short-haired, freckled girl with black hair, wrapped in a large down jacket, couldn't help but pull the hand of the girl with light blue highlights and whispered something.

"Don't panic, don't panic, go find Ling quickly, she'll definitely know what to do!"

"Ke Ling is in the hotel, oh my god, how am I supposed to find her? I can't get through on the phone!"

Faced with the words of the short-haired freckled woman, the woman with light blue highlights panicked. She paced back and forth nervously, then suddenly remembered something and said even more frantically.

"Wait, no, Ling is still in the hotel. The last time those helicopters appeared, we were chased from the eleventh floor to the rooftop by the rioting zombies, and two of our companions died. It's all thanks to Ling that we fought our way out!"

"But this time, Ling is still in the hotel. If the helicopter approaches us, the zombies in the hotel will definitely riot again. Ling is in danger, God!!!"

At this point, the woman with light blue highlights stared nervously at the helicopter in the sky.

"Don't come closer! Don't come closer!"

She began to pray softly.

Beside the woman with light blue highlights and the short-haired freckled woman, another woman, whose arm had been severed at the elbow and whose wound was far from healed, struggled to prop herself up from inside the tent.

Struggling to sit up, she tried to clear her groggy mind and looked up at the sky, trying to make out the small helicopter in the air.

After watching for a good ten seconds, she turned her head and spoke to the two women who were still chattering in the distance.

"Hey, shut your mouths..."

Well, her voice was a little weak, and the two of them couldn't hear her at all.

So the woman with one arm missing raised her voice as much as possible, slapping the bedding beside her as she spoke, and growling.

"Shut your mouths!"

"What? Manager Anna, you're awake?"

This time, the short-haired, freckled woman finally heard what the woman with the severed hand said. She quickly left the woman with blue highlights, came to the woman with the severed hand's side, and helped her to her feet.

The woman with the missing arm wiggled her much shorter arm, wincing in pain and letting out a few tears, but she tried to remain calm as she spoke to the short-haired, freckled woman.

"Don't be nervous, don't make too much noise. Don't let your shouting kill us instead of the helicopter causing us any trouble!" With that, Anna, with her missing hand, glared at the woman with dyed hair not far away.

Then, the woman with the severed hand pointed to the helicopter in the sky with her intact finger and said in a low voice.

"They've spotted us, but they haven't come any closer. God help them, they're not fools!"

"Of course, that's only natural. After all, complete idiots don't deserve to survive in the apocalypse. They shouldn't be the ones to kill us!"

"Look at them, they're already flying around our position, but they're still maintaining an altitude where we can't hear a thing."

“They want to save us. I bet they’re thinking about how to save us. So, you two idiots, just sit there, take deep breaths, and keep quiet. Don’t cause Ling any trouble!”

"Humph!"

Hearing Anna's words, the woman with the broken hand snorted disdainfully, but then sat down by the tent next to her, watching the helicopter in the sky quietly but nervously.

Meanwhile, beside the woman with the severed hand, someone noticed her extremely tired face and bloodshot eyes.

The freckled woman couldn't help but raise her hand and press it against the forehead of the woman with the severed hand.

"Manager Anna!"

A moment later, the freckled woman nervously spoke to Anna.

"You should sit down, you have a fever!"

"Heh, since I was injured, I've had a fever every single day. If Ling can find the medicine, I'll naturally live a little longer. If she can't find it or she dies in the hotel, then I'll die sooner or later anyway. I don't need your extra concern, Meryl."

Anna, the woman with the severed hand, responded and then remained motionless, observing the planes in the sky.

Shortly after, following the direction of the plane, she suddenly seemed to see something falling gently down!

"That is?"

The woman with the severed hand froze for a moment, trying to focus her gaze on the objects, but her glasses were already broken, and the shattered lenses made it difficult for her to see clearly.

"What is that? What are they throwing at us?"

"Heh, you nearsighted idiot, that's a pile of damn paper, I'm pretty sure of it, because I, who never studies, would never wear glasses like you!"

In the distance, the woman with the dyed hair whispered to Anna, whose hand was severed.

Anna ignored the woman with the dyed hair's temper, forced a smile, and spoke.

“Greta, don’t say such hurtful things. I’ve never laughed at your status or profession, just as you’ve never looked down on me as a burden.”

"Since we've been supporting each other for days, why are you still giving me that sour look? It won't make you seem more vicious, it will only make you seem more adorable."

"Cute my ass Anna, I'll never forget how you humiliated me, stop pretending to be a good person!"

In response to Anna's words, Greta, the woman with the dyed hair, suddenly growled at Anna.

Anna helplessly spread her remaining good hand and responded to Greta with a wry smile.

“That’s not an insult, darling. I was the hotel’s room manager, and you were a prostitute who harassed hotel guests. We both had reasons to be rude to each other.”

"But now, all those reasons have disappeared, our customers have all turned into zombies, so who can we serve now?"

"Heh, you can go lick that Asian woman's stinky feet. I bet after being stuck in her boots for days, her feet are stinking enough to make you wrinkle your nose, you suit bitch!"

Greta continued to growl at Anna, then spat out a mouthful of saliva in the distance.

Seeing this, Anna couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then spoke to Greta.

“Greta, show some respect to Ling. She saved our lives and will continue to do so. You know we can’t live without her!”

"Oh yes, yes, you're so hypocritical, Anna. If you didn't feel you needed her, you wouldn't treat her like this. Don't think I don't know you're racist. You even discriminate against Italians like me!"

Greta gave Anna the middle finger without any politeness.

"I'm not like you, fawning over the powerful and belittling the weak. Ling is quite polite to me, and I know how to treat her. I would never be as rude to her as I am to you. That's how I've always done things..."

Click!

Just as the two were arguing, suddenly, a sound of something loose came from the door leading into the hotel in the distance.

This sound immediately silenced the voices of the women.

In the unusual silence, a few sounds came from the stairwell door, and then the door was slowly pushed open.

The next moment, a woman wearing black jeans, heavy work boots, and a tight leather jacket walked out of the stairwell.

Of course, what's most eye-catching isn't the woman's clothing, but what's in her hand.

In her left hand she carried a black backpack of moderate size, covered in dark bloodstains that somehow gave the black leather backpack a mottled texture.

The woman held a menacing samurai sword in her right hand, which still had one or two small nicks.

The blade of that samurai sword still bore visible traces of putrid blood!

Once she reached the rooftop, she deftly closed the door and then leaned against it to listen for a moment.

After confirming that no zombies were chasing her, she picked up her backpack and walked to the vicinity of several women. She sat down in her tent and casually tossed her backpack to Anna, the woman with the missing hand, and Meryl, the woman with freckles.

"The medicine you need is probably inside!"

The woman carrying the samurai sword continued speaking to Anna and the other woman.

"Of course, I'm not sure if you can be saved, but if not, then good luck to you. I will never risk going back to the hotel again anytime soon!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman carrying the knife picked up a piece of the severed quilt and began to carefully wipe her samurai sword.

As she wiped herself, her posture became increasingly rough.

She was sitting there cross-legged, leaving the soles of her boots, which were wrapped in fur, to dry.

You can tell that her feet aren't big, even her boots don't look very big, and her calves are also very slender.

Beside her, watching the Asian woman wiping her knife, the blue-haired Greta curled her lip and then pointed to the helicopter in the sky.

"Ling!"

She called out to the woman with the samurai sword.

Upon hearing this, the Asian woman who was wiping her katana frowned and said in a low voice.

"Don't call me that, it sounds silly. My name is Wang Ling, you'd better pronounce Dongguo names together!"

"Um, okay, Wang Ling, but I just wanted to show you the helicopter above us."

Greta said to Wang Ling.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ling was startled and quickly widened her eyes to ask Greta.

What helicopter?

As she asked the question, she raised her head and looked up at the sky.

With just one glance, she spotted the helicopter circling the hotel high in the sky.

So she cursed in annoyance.

"Damn it, another helicopter? Is our tape recorder still working?"

"I don't know. We wouldn't dare use those things when there's no danger. Who knows if they'd even work?"

Greta answered with a wronged tone, and casually pointed to two media players connected to small speakers placed on the edge of the rooftop in the distance.

Following Greta's pointing finger, Wang Ling looked at the zombie attractor she had set up a few days ago.

Well, she made a simple megaphone, hoping to distract the zombies when they breached the roof and buy herself more time.

As for what to do with the time gained, Wang Ling has been practicing archery these past few days. She wants to use archery to try and hang a rope on the rooftop of the building across the street to create an extra escape route.

However, this plan has many difficulties. The force of the arrows is enough to send the thick ropes that are supposed to keep them safe dozens of meters away. Even if they are sent there, it will be difficult to keep them in place without help.

But what could she do? She was already trapped on the roof of this building. She couldn't just sit there and wait to die, could she?
We have to think of something!

And now, she hasn't prepared a backup plan, and the megaphone she used to lure zombies might not even work.

Once the helicopter lands on them, they'll be in big trouble!

In the past few days, Wang Ling went back to the hotel twice to find supplies, and each time she killed more than one zombie with the knife in her hand.

But for her to kill all the zombies in the entire hotel by herself is simply a pipe dream.

Thinking of this, Wang Ling immediately raised her head and looked at the helicopter in the sky with worry again.

This time, she finally noticed the piece of paper falling from the sky!

After a brief moment of surprise, she couldn't help but look at the piece of paper falling from the sky and say something.

"What are those things? They're not your president's ballots, are they? Don't tell me it's already the end of the world, and your president is still holding elections, haha~"

"Uh, don't joke around. If they dropped a few vibrators, I think that would be very useful, but a bunch of paper..."

While answering Wang Ling's question, Greta couldn't help but move closer to Wang Ling and curl up to sit down.

Ling's presence made her feel safe!

Looking at Greta, who was huddled beside him and looked like a frail woman, but was actually several centimeters taller than him.

Wang Ling sighed helplessly, then reached into her jacket and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a bulging bag and handing it to Greta.

"Here, this is for you. I just happened to see a pack today. You might find it useful."

"What's this for? Where did you pull this thing out from? Is this your fake boobs?"

Greta responded with a smile, then looked at what she was holding—a pack of sanitary napkins.

So she fell silent, then sat there staring at the sanitary napkin in her hand, lost in thought.

Wang Ling stood up and went to the side with Anna and Meryl to pick up the papers that had fallen onto the roof and read them.

(End of this chapter)