Doomsday America

Chapter 4 Old Tradition

In response to Gavin's question, Madison took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and swallowed hard.

"Desperately?"

After declaring himself fully prepared, the 2.07-meter-tall man spoke with a ferocious expression.

"That's a lot, my quarterback. Do you remember the game two years ago when I played with a pain-killing injection?"

"The moment I stepped onto the stage, I never expected to walk off!"

"Although I only injured one leg and one knee at that time, but..."

"I'm your guard, the best winger in the MLB!"

"My legs are my life! I've already risked my life for them!"

At this point, Madison gripped his military knife tightly.

And Gavin...

He chuckled and lowered his head, glancing at Madison's slightly trembling calves.

You talk a big game, but why don't you actually move your feet?
I thought you, with your heroic and ambitious demeanor, would be eager to scout ahead of me, buddy!

Seeing that Madison was all talk and no action, Gavin slowly opened the door.

After opening the door a crack, he listened to the sounds coming from the corridor.

The corridor was quiet, except for the sound of car sirens coming from outside the villa.

The crash and explosion of a helicopter would, of course, trigger car alarms.

Besides, all the cars present tonight are luxury cars, and the alarm sound quality is excellent.

Gavin listened for three or four seconds, then swung the door wide open.

He then immediately took a step to leave the bedroom.

It doesn't matter who clears the way, at least Gavin doesn't think so.

Because he runs faster than Michael!

Seeing Gavin leave so abruptly, Madison's large lips trembled violently.

Snapped!
He grabbed Gavin's shoulders, his lips trembling as he opened and closed them repeatedly.

Gavin turned around and saw that Old Mike seemed to want to say something, so he went back into the room and waited for a moment.

Meeting Gavin's encouraging gaze, Old Mike took a deep breath, his eyes heavy as he looked at Gavin, and emphasized to himself.

"I'll protect you, quarterback, I definitely will!"

"You too, man. I'm not the kind of quarterback who can give up his guard."

Gavin patted Mike on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Follow me and watch the road."

"I'm here."

As Old Mai nodded in response, his calves finally calmed down.

Gavin, carrying his sword, stepped onto the carpet in the corridor and walked to the left side of the corridor.

Madison's room was very close to Gavin's, separated by only one room.

The carpet effectively erased their footsteps, and they easily arrived at the door of Old Mike's house.

Seeing the furnishings of his room, Old Mai breathed a sigh of relief. These few steps were more difficult than he had thought, but once he stepped out of the bedroom, they became easier.

Gavin peeked into the room, made sure there were no zombies, and then simply went inside.

Old Mike followed Gavin and gently closed the door.

Click...

The moment the bolt was fastened, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, this road is harder to walk than the road on my leg training day."

Madison sighed, then handed the phone back to Gavin, casually offering a reminder.

"I'm going to find my phone. Oh, by the way, I've silenced your phone."

"Thanks, that's good. I really forgot to mute it."

Gavin nodded, put his phone in his pocket, and walked straight toward the fireplace.

In modern society, although cold weapons have long since disappeared, the quality of steel and forging technology have improved year after year.

The relatively expensive art swords hanging in villas are made of perfectly fine steel, and the blades even have patterns on them.

With just a little polishing, its quality is absolutely superb; it must be kept as a spare.

While Gavin was picking up his military knife, Madison also came to the bedside.

As he picked up his phone to find and dial his lover's number, he nervously rambled on to Gavin.

"Leonard takes his Sony game console everywhere he goes. After we saw off those long-legged guys last night, the two of them have been playing 2K basketball the whole time."

"It's a bit noisy, but thankfully they're a bit noisy, otherwise I probably would have been fast asleep."

"It was almost three in the morning, I was so sleepy, and I didn't want to yell at them. Then I saw them hugging each other, and Kendrick had his head buried in Leonard's stomach."

"Fuck, that scared me to death. I thought they were gay, and then there was a bloody mess. Leonard only screamed twice and then went silent." "Believe me, I'll never forget that scene. That damn James was walking on TV, and he just faked out Leonard's intestines with a layup."

"I didn't even have time to put on my clothes. I ran so fast that I bumped into the door frame."

"They were faster than they were during team training, I was so fast I could pee myself... Just forget about that, bro..."

At this point, Madison collapsed onto the bed in despair, burying her face in the blankets.

Not far away, by the fireplace, Gavin, carrying three military knives, silently glanced at Madison.

"Hey……"

After sighing, he went to the sofa, picked up a cushion, and casually wiped the bloodstains and rotten flesh in front of the TV.

Then he picked up the backpack, which only had a few drops of blood on it.

I took out the contents of the bag: two game controllers and HDMI cables, two bottles of lubricant, a PSP game console, and a bunch of cases.

After emptying all the stuff, Gavin threw his bag onto the sofa, tore open another cushion with a knife, ripped off strips of cloth, tied the two knives together, and carried them on his back.

After rearranging the position of the saber so that it wouldn't hinder my movements.

Gavin came to Madison's side and sat on the bed.

Sensing Gavin's approach, Madison looked up, wiped away her tears of despair, and said.

"I can't get through to my wife's cell phone, and I can't get through to the home phone either. I have so many children, could it be that... all the ones who can answer the phone are gone... Fuck, sob sob..."

After a moment of quiet sobbing, Madison shakily raised her phone.

"This is my mom's number, but she can't get through either, nobody answers..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison gripped his phone, his brow trembling as he listened to the busy tone.

Seeing that Madison looked a bit dejected, Gavin sighed and offered some words of comfort.

"Don't overthink it. Maybe they're all busy, just like us. It wasn't the right time for us to answer the phone just now."

"Besides, you only called your wife and mother, you haven't called your father yet, maybe..."

"My deadbeat dad ran away twenty years ago, damn it! We were teammates for four years, I thought you'd know about my family!"

Even in immense pain, Madison instinctively cursed the word "father" upon hearing it.

Upon hearing this, Gavin glanced at Madison's dark skin and couldn't help but nod.

"My mistake, I should have guessed, it's an old tradition."

After saying that, Gavin patted Madison on the shoulder.

"Alright, buddy, at least you called home. I still haven't dared to call."

"Let's make sure we stay alive first, then we can think about the situation at home."

"Even if I get through, what can I do? It's just over the phone. Even if I watch them encounter zombies, what can I do to help them? Can I cheer them on?"

Gavin couldn't help but feel a little frustrated at this point.

He lived in this world for twenty-five years. Although his parents were white Texas men, they treated him really well. Except for not giving him a sister, they were good to him in every way.

But now?

I can only wish them a peaceful death.

If we wish them to continue living in this world, is that truly a blessing?
Living in a zombie apocalypse?

Madison slowly sat up by the bed and began to curse.

"I shouldn't have gone to this damn party, but you're right, I have to live!"

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get my car keys. By the way, where are your car keys?"

As Madison asked, she rummaged around on the bedside table for a moment and pulled out her car keys from her original dress.

Gavin, standing to the side, shrugged.

"The car keys? They're with my assistant, or maybe my agent? I'm not really sure."

"Tsk tsk, as expected of you, Gavin, the god of football, you even bring four assistants to your parties."

"Where's your Aston Martin? Can't find it? You'll have to ride in my pickup truck now, right?"

Madison, trying to find humor in his predicament, made a sarcastic remark with a long face, then approached Gavin and said...

"Don't worry, my pickup truck has been modified and is worth at least $300,000. It's not beneath your status."

“You know, I have too many kids, so I can’t save any money at all. Luckily, I bought this pickup truck, and now it comes in handy. It can carry a lot of things.”

"But what do we do next? I'll do whatever you say. Should we go to the boss to get a gun?"

"Hopefully we didn't run out of bullets when we were shooting at the target."

Madison’s grief came quickly, and she seemed to move on just as quickly.

Hearing his question, Gavin nodded and said.

"Hmm, let's go to the boss's room. It's not far from here, so it shouldn't be locked."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin stood up with his empty bag and casually tossed it to Madison.

Madison looked around the room with his backpack, but couldn't find anything worth putting in it, so he simply threw a few apples into the bag.

(End of this chapter)