Doomsday America

Chapter 49 My Black Brothers Are Still the Best

As Eugene walked away, Gavin glanced at old Bert, who seemed to be alright, and went downstairs to say something.

"Wait for me! Damn it, I hope she's not a zombie!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin came to Eugene's side and called out to old Bert.

"Old Bert, is your boat still working well?"

"It works, of course it works, but what's with the naked woman and the zombie? What do you mean by naked? No, what zombie?"

"Let Old Mike explain it to you!"

After leaving his last words, Gavin led Eugene out the back door of the villa and through a small courtyard built on the lake to the dock where two small boats were moored.

One was a small fishing boat rowed manually, and the other was a speedboat. Gavin naturally jumped onto the speedboat.

Inside the villa, seeing Gavin and Eugene disappear without a trace, Madison swallowed hard and couldn't help but take two steps down the stairs.

He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to broaden his horizons.

Noticing Madison's actions, old Bert's eyes darted around, and he quickly grabbed the handrail on the stairs and said...

"Cough cough, I never expected that Gavin and Red would be so unreliable. It's the honest and simple black brothers who are the real deal!"

"Hey, you're Madison, right? I'm Albert. I love watching you play. Bella and I are both your fans, man!"

"real or fake?"

Madison glanced at old Bert suspiciously; he had a feeling something was off.

Old Bert emphasized this to Madison.

"Of course it's true, great young man! Look how enthusiastic Bella is towards you. Come on, Bella, give your idol a little tumble!"

At old Bert's command, Bella rolled around happily, while Madison pursed his lips and said...

"Are you sure that was passion? Her passion was like she wanted to devour me. But her fur was so smooth. You want water, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison went downstairs to get some water with a grin.

Who said that Texas, a large southern state, isn't welcoming to us Black brothers?

Take a look.

Today is another day that Madison has made my black friends proud!
Meanwhile, on the surface of the lake.

After Gavin boarded the boat, Eugene jumped to the stern, pulled the engine to start the small boat, and cranked the control lever to steer it toward the woman.

Gavin picked up his binoculars and cautiously observed the woman's movements.

After advancing about four hundred meters, Gavin put down his binoculars and confirmed the information.

"It's a living person, thank goodness! Damn it, I was really afraid it was a swimming zombie!"

Upon hearing this, Eugene gripped the control lever and responded irritably.

"You're afraid? You didn't show the slightest fear when you were speeding against the wind, but I was almost scared to death!"

"Haha, that's different. Let's speed up and get there quickly."

Gavin laughed and told Eugene to speed up, and the small boat roared toward the woman.

At the same time, the woman floating on the lake also seemed to have noticed the small boat.

From a distance, the woman turned on the water, bobbed up and down a couple of times, and swam towards the small boat with one hand.

About a minute and a half later, Eugene slowed down, allowing the small boat to approach the woman slowly.

At this moment, the woman went crazy, struggling with all her might, her body bobbing up and down on the water.

"Help... glug glug... help me... glug glug... help me!"

As the woman cried out in a hoarse, weak voice for help, Gavin braced himself against the side of the small boat and reached out to grab her struggling forearm.

"Do you need help? The guys who fell into the water are all quite heavy."

Eugene stood up and asked Gavin, who simply smiled and shook his head.

He used his shoulders, back, and arms simultaneously to pull the woman out of the water, as if pulling a radish.

"Wow, that's awesome! I thought she just wasn't wearing a bra, but it turns out she wasn't even wearing swim trunks or socks!"

Eugene whistled jokingly, and the woman instinctively glared at him before speaking to Gavin in a trembling voice.

"It's...too cold. This resort...has zombies. I'm going to sue them...thuthut..."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman's teeth started chattering uncontrollably. Gavin glanced at his clothes, then turned back to Eugene and said...

"Eugene, stop staring and give him a coat." "What? Why me? Don't you think it's cold?"

Eugene retorted irritably, but still took off his blue denim jacket and put it on the woman.

The woman clutched herself tightly as if grasping at a straw, then continued speaking to Eugene, her teeth chattering.

"Thanks, but... tsk tsk... do you look at your mother like that too, you red-haired bastard!"

"Stop fooling around. I wasn't the one who asked you to take your clothes off. I'm already doing you a huge favor by helping you put on half a garment."

Eugene nonchalantly responded to the woman, then turned to look at Gavin.

Gavin continued speaking to the woman.

"Stop joking around. Although it might not be the right time to talk about this, I need you to tell me about the zombies you're talking about!"

"Okay...dedede...okay!"

The woman nodded, and Eugene returned to the boat's engine to start the vessel.

At the same time, the woman looked at Gavin and said in a trembling voice.

"I came here to camp with my classmates, and we even rented... ta-da... this resort's yacht!"

"We spent the afternoon on the yacht and slept there that night. Little did we know that after just one night, all my classmates had turned into zombies!"

"Believe me, it really is... tug-tug... the kind of zombies you see in Brad Pitt movies."

"My boyfriend and I woke up and just stepped out of the bedroom when we saw zombies rushing at us. We had to call the police... Wait, Gavin? Fuck Gavin? Are you really Gavin?!"

As she spoke, the woman suddenly looked at Gavin's upper face in surprise.

At that moment, a little color returned to the woman's face, which had been frozen and turned bluish-purple.

"God... tsk tsk, how could I possibly see Gavin here? You're the King of the Cowboys, the Crown Prince of Texas!"

"Can I hug you? I... babbling... Oh my god, I'm so excited! My partner and I are both your fans..."

At this point, the woman instinctively sat there with her arms outstretched, wanting to cradle her cold body into Gavin's embrace.

Seeing this, Gavin grabbed the woman's shoulder impatiently and rolled his eyes.

"If you can still recognize me even with a mask on, that's really a shame. I'm afraid I've lost another true fan of yours."

"But forget about hugging, you're too wet. Tell me about the zombies instead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin glanced at the woman's face.

This woman looked like the typical American female college student in my mind: chestnut-colored hair, fluffy hair, a standard figure, youthful appearance, healthy temperament, no belly fat, and a few freckles on her face.

She's not exactly beautiful, but she's certainly not ugly either, given her youth.

Gavin glanced at the woman's trembling appearance, and finally reached out to pull the clothes off her shoulders and hang them in front of her to cover her chest and lower abdomen.

The woman pressed her hand to her chest area, trembling as she spoke to Gavin.

"Yes... ta-da, you're right, I should have started with the zombies, it's unbelievable!"

"My God, they...they were so fast! My boyfriend and I had just rushed out of the bedroom when they pounced on him."

"You'd never guess how I escaped. They pounced on my boyfriend, and I clung to the deck by the corridor, stepping over the zombies to climb up. They chased me and I jumped into the water!"

"I swear, I really wanted to save him, but I was so scared, sob sob... tug tug."

"Is it?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin continued to press the woman for answers.

"After you jumped into the water, what did the zombies do? Did they chase you and jump into the water too?"

"That's right, they all sank, leaving only a bunch of bubbles!"

The woman answered hastily.

Hearing this, Gavin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The facts were pretty much as he had guessed: zombies shouldn't be able to swim, because a zombie that's constantly moving and roaring would probably expel all the air from its body in no time if it fell into the water.

Gavin didn't think the zombies could drown, but since they didn't know how to store air and only knew how to roar madly, they probably would only have a chance to float to the surface after they swelled and rotted from being soaked in water.

His mood instantly improved; at least he wouldn't see a huge horde of zombies swimming from Dallas down the Trinity River all the way to Chambers Reservoir!

Of course, perhaps what he saw at that time was a large group of bloated, rotting zombies floating on the lake...

(End of this chapter)