Doomsday America

Chapter 38 Hello Kitty
Winnie was slightly taken aback by Gavin's invitation.

"Boss, I really don't want to cause trouble, there are still zombies over there."

As she spoke, Winnie pointed to the small town behind the gas station.

In the two houses closest to them in the town, they could see two or three zombies, barely dressed, slowly wandering around.

Although there were only two or three zombies.

But zombies are like cockroaches; when you see two or three, there must be a whole swarm of others you haven't seen yet.

Although Winnie didn't understand this principle, her instincts still reminded her that this place was dangerous!
Seeing Winnie's nervous expression, Gavin rubbed her head and asked softly.

"What, are you scared?"

"No, of course not, I just..."

When Gavin asked her questions, Winnie carefully began to explain.

"I'm just worried that my mom and I might become a burden."

"Don't worry, there's not much trouble here. As long as you two don't scream, fall, or knock over the shelves and freezers, there's no danger."

Gavin patted the little girl's head and pushed her back to help her out of the car.

Then, he and the kid looked at Doris together.

Doris had long since changed out of her nightgown and into a fairly smart light blue tracksuit, along with white flat shoes.

At that moment, meeting Gavin's gaze, she gripped her small pistol tightly in her jacket pocket with her right hand and nodded nervously.

"I can!"

She spoke with great effort, then put her right hand in her pocket and tried to get out of the car.

Noticing Doris's movements, Gavin glanced into her pocket and then raised his hand to stop her.

Doris trembled when she saw that she was being stopped.

Gavin gestured toward her pocket with his lip and smiled.

"What are you carrying there? Would you mind letting me see?"

"Huh? Oh, okay, boss!"

Doris tensed up instantly, biting her lip as she pulled the small pistol from her pocket and gripped it tightly in her sweaty right hand.

Upon seeing the appearance of the pistol, Gavin couldn't help but chuckle and tease it.

"A light pink Luger LCP, wow, and it even has a Hello Kitty print, a classic women's pistol, but I would recommend the Sig Sauer P320 instead."

Gavin raised his hand and tapped the little pink pistol, speaking softly.

"You're qualified to use a gun to protect yourself, but Doris, when the danger in the environment is basically under control, we should try not to fire."

"Even when being chased by zombies, legs are more reliable than a pistol. Remember me, pistols are for dealing with people. I don't want to hear gunshots in this gas station!"

At this point, Gavin looked into Doris's eyes, causing her to involuntarily look away.

"I...I know..."

Doris responded nervously.

Gavin nodded in satisfaction as he helped her turn off the safety on the pistol.

Gavin patted the gun barrel again and laughed.

"Alright, don't be nervous. Put the gun away and go to the convenience store to find what you and Winnie need. Also, get some extra seasoning; your cooking is absolutely delicious."

"It's a pity that now is not a good time to practice shooting. When we get to my farm, I will find some time to let you and Winnie practice shooting."

After saying that, Gavin turned and walked toward the convenience store, with Doris and Winnie cautiously following behind him.

In America, for middle-class families like Doris's, a handgun is truly an essential item.

However, the pink Luger LCP is more designed for elementary school girls, as can be seen from the print, which shows that it is more suitable for little girls.

At the same time, William dragged the body out of the convenience store.

As Winnie passed William, she couldn't help but glance at the zombie.

She happened to see the zombie's face, which Gavin had stabbed open.

Seeing Winnie pause, Doris grabbed her daughter's hand and whispered.

"Don't look at those things, darling."

"No, I need to take a good look. I believe I can deal with zombies sooner or later!"

Winnie's face was a little pale, but her tone remained firm.

Not far away, Eugene heard Winnie's words, gave her a thumbs-up from a distance, and said.

"That's right, kid, you need to be like a warrior! It might not make you live longer, but it will definitely make you stronger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene returned to Gavin's side and asked, "Tsk tsk, big shot, what else do you need me to do? Keep watch, or carry things back and forth like them?"

"Speaking of which, what kind of guns do you have on your farm? Do you have any sniper rifles? If so, I alone can hold off at least two squads of invaders."

"Don't think that far ahead, Eugene. But I still have a pretty complete collection of guns. I like collecting those little cuties."

Gavin patted Eugene on the shoulder, then pointed to the store and said.

"Go move the goods, try to fill the RV's storage compartment as much as possible."

"Shit, you're actually giving orders like a commander? Fine, then let me, the observer, also be reduced to a lowly soldier digging trenches!"

Eugene, grumbling and cursing, started his shopping spree, beginning with the shelves where spare medicines were kept, not even sparing motion sickness pills.

Madison and William both started packing up various snacks.

Doris quietly bought all the women's products in the store, handing the bags to Winnie as she packed them up to take back to the RV.

Although everyone was still nervous, it wasn't as outrageous as in the movies, where people kept making loud noises despite tiptoeing.

Outside the store, everyone was orderly and quiet.

Gavin nodded silently, took out a cigarette, and continued to observe the surroundings.

Even after the cigarette burned out, the zombies in the town still hadn't discovered this place.

At this point, Gavin threw away his cigarette butt and went to the store to help with the moving. After working for another ten minutes or so, the RV's storage compartment was almost full.

Only then did Doris, who had relaxed considerably, lean closer to Gavin and whisper something.

"Boss... I didn't prepare much vegetables and fresh meat in my RV, and these convenience stores don't have those either."

"I think that after three meals at most, we'll be eating bread, canned food, oatmeal, instant noodles, and pasta."

"Is it?"

Gavin responded with a smile upon hearing Doris's words.

"It's great news that we can have three more meals like this morning's."

"As for the future, the farm will not lack food, so don't worry, Doris."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted her shoulder reassuringly, then called everyone over.

Once everyone had gathered around him, Gavin pointed to the truck bed and said...

"There are still many things worth storing in the store, but this is all the space we have. We need to leave some space for emergencies. We should go now."

"Ha, at least we don't have to be porters anymore. Are we heading straight to Costa Rica now?"

Eugene asked casually.

Gavin nodded and said calmly.

“That’s right, we now have the perfect backup campsite, which is the wasteland near the feed sales center.”

"At the same time, we have plenty of water and food, enough to last us at least half a month."

"Next, we'll hurry to Costa Rica without stopping along the way. Once we've assessed the situation in Costa Rica, and if all goes well, we should be able to reach the farm before noon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hand to signal everyone to return to their respective cars.

Gavin started the Tyrannosaurus Rex, took one last look at the zombies lingering in the distant town, and then stepped on the gas.

Located less than 25 kilometers from the city of Costa, Gavin spotted the city in the distance after passing a villa district and two smaller towns.

But... Gavin couldn't help but furrow his brow the moment he saw Koscana.

Because the city, more than three kilometers away from him, was now billowing out large amounts of black smoke, and Gavin could also faintly hear occasional explosions.

This sight naturally made everyone in the RV secretly alarmed.

Doris couldn't help but clasp her hands to her chest and begin to pray silently.

Facing the city billowing with black smoke, Gavin continued driving for more than 600 meters before parking his car on the overpass.

After getting off the bus, Gavin took his binoculars and stood by the roadside, observing the city in the distance.

Inside the RV, everyone got out and stood behind Gavin, looking worriedly at the city and Gavin's back.

Sensing the team members' increasingly heavy breathing, Gavin suppressed his unease, smiled, and turned to speak to everyone.

"Guys, the explosions are concentrated at the intersection of the Costa Cana railway line, which is on the east side of the city."

"After all, even at three in the morning, there will be no trains running. As long as there are trains moving on the tracks, they will eventually run into problems due to lack of operation."

“In cities like Costa, where the railway lines are extensive and the station planning is not very good, train accidents are naturally more likely to occur.”

"Don't worry, everyone. I've already thought of this."

"Let me observe carefully, and we will find a solution."

(End of this chapter)