Doomsday America

Chapter 5 I Don't Do Zombies
"Gavin."

Madison called out as he picked up the fruit.

"How about some grapes?"

"It's not that great. Just pack some easy-to-carry fruit in it, and then stuff the bag full of cotton that I tore off from the cushion. Don't make it swing around when you run around."

Gavin gave a reminder, and Madison nodded, then tossed a grape to Gavin while filling his bag with oranges.

"Have something to eat, buddy. We can't stay in this manor anymore. Even if we run away, who knows how long it will be before we can eat fruit again."

"Isn't that how it's portrayed in Pitt's movies? I've also seen The Walking Dead, it's so tragic, I'm truly saddened by our future!"

At this point, Madison simply picked two grapes and popped them into his mouth.

As he diligently savored the grape skins, Gavin, standing by the door, thoughtfully twirled a grape and remarked...

"I wonder if Leonard's blood got on the grapes."

"Shet!"

Madison swallowed the grapes stiffly, then hurriedly spat out the skins, and said in astonishment.

"You scared me to death, buddy!"

"What are you afraid of, Mike? Gigi and I just worked on a big project before Gigi mutated... Wait, did I not take a shower?"

It would have been better if it hadn't been mentioned, but once it was brought up, Gavin immediately felt disgusted.

Gavin then muttered a curse and made a praying gesture.

"God is watching us."

"Madison, let's do our best to do what we can and should do, and leave the rest to fate."

“That’s a fresh perspective. You’re right, Gavin.”

By the time Madison responded, the fruit was almost packed, so he stuffed cotton into his backpack and then picked up his military knife.

Upon arriving at the door, seemingly having learned from experience, he acted differently this time, gesturing for Gavin to open the door and then gesturing for himself to be in front.

Gavin nodded and opened the door. Madison immediately stepped out and cautiously headed toward the Cowboys owner's room.

The boss's room was a bit far away, so the two walked along the corridor to the central hallway.

The magnificent chandelier hung from the third-floor ceiling all the way down to the first-floor lobby.

The lights were exceptionally bright, but instead of being warm, they sent a chill down Madison's spine.

It feels awful to no longer be shrouded and protected by darkness.

Gavin leaned closer to the railing of the corridor and glanced down at the lobby.

The situation was not good; spilled liquor was everywhere, but strangely, there was no smell of blood.

Is the absence of blood a bad thing?
of course!
This means that the initial mutation rate of the zombies was extremely high!
As a result, very few people had a chance to escape.

Judging from the frequency of resistance among the living people in the manor, it is likely that at least 90% of the people underwent a collective mutation at the same time.

Does a zombie virus that has spread to this extent still need to rely on zombie teeth to spread further?

Is there any room for further development?
"and many more……"

Gavin, who had been staring at the hall, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Madison's shirt.

Madison froze instantly, crouching there, too afraid to move.

Gavin patted his leg, gesturing for him to look towards the food delivery lane in the corner of the lobby on the first floor.

Nearby, two food carts lay overturned haphazardly by the entrance, their angle perfectly wedging a zombie's left leg.

After Madison found the zombie following Gavin's directions, she crouched down, hands on the carpet, and nervously whispered to Gavin.

"He seems unable to see us."

After saying that, Madison glanced at the zombie again, then added with a delighted expression.

"They still can't hear us."

“Perhaps he was attracted by the siren outside,” Gavin responded.

The alarms near the parking lot mostly stopped after a full minute, but the alarms on a few cars continued to go off.

Gavin suspects the vehicles were hit by the helicopter, or at least that their alarm systems malfunctioned.

Madison nodded to indicate that he understood, and then continued to walk forward in small steps. The two of them, one in front of the other, soon arrived at the door of the boss's room.

The owner's manor villa has three floors, with the second floor serving as an entertainment floor, where most rooms are equipped with fitness and entertainment facilities.

The third floor is the rest area, and the owner's bedroom is also located on the third floor.

Upon arriving at the boss's door, Madison pressed himself against the door, listened intently for two seconds, and then shook his head.

"I can't hear anything."

He whispered to himself as he gripped the doorknob and tentatively opened it.

Click...

It went smoothly; the Mavericks owner clearly doesn't have the habit of locking the doors at parties.

"We're lucky."

Madison opened the door with a smile, then his expression instantly turned sour.

"Hiss... Roar..." A deep roar reached their ears the moment the door opened; the soundproofing of the door was excellent!
Despite his nervousness, Madison gripped his saber tightly, staring intently at Gavin, seeking instructions from him.

Gavin gestured to the side, indicating that Madison should move aside and that he would handle the situation.

After a moment's hesitation, Madison made way for Gavin, who then pressed his ear against the crack in the door to listen for a while.

The roar wasn't loud; it sounded weak and aged. Could it be the boss himself?

Unlike the other zombies, he didn't smash through the glass and fall downstairs to run towards the helicopter.

Bosses are definitely not sociable.

As he assessed the situation, Gavin gripped the knife with both hands and cautiously used his shoulders to slowly pry open the door.

Peeking out, I couldn't see the boss; the roaring sound was coming from the left side of the porch.

Gavin walked down the hallway to the corner, peeked inside, and then instinctively laughed.

About thirteen or fourteen meters away in his study, the boss was sitting in the middle of the room on a strangely shaped chair, his whole body tied up like a rice dumpling, bound to the chair.

"sharp."

Gavin sighed, patted Madison on the shoulder, and told him to come and take a look.

Madison glanced at it and licked his lips in admiration.

"Rope walking requires skill."

"Shut up, you're being sarcastic. Close the door."

Gavin pointed to the door and then strode into the study.

The carpet under his feet was thick, and the room's soundproofing had been verified. Running a few steps was nothing; he just wanted to get his boss off as quickly as possible.

But as soon as he burst into the study, he couldn't help but pause.

Right across from the boss, in that corner that's out of sight from the outside.

There was even a woman with a gag on her arm hanging around.

Gavin blinked to make sure the female zombie couldn't make a sound, so he ignored her and plunged a knife into the boss's eye socket.

After knocking the boss to the ground along with the chair, he stepped on the back of the chair, gripped the knife, and stabbed it hard in the boss's eye socket.

When Gavin was sure his boss was no longer moving, Madison followed him into the study.

Then he was startled by the woman with the gag hanging from her neck.

"Daimu!"

Madison exclaimed, turned to look at his motionless boss, and asked.

"That's it? Is it really like in The Walking Dead?"

"Yes, just shoot them in the head. They'll die like zombies."

"But don't forget, they run much faster than in TV dramas, like in a movie."

As Gavin answered, he wiped the bloodstains on the boss's bodysuit, then pointed his military knife at the gag-wearing woman and said.

"This one is yours."

"It's mine? Bullshit! What kind of impression do you have of me?! I don't work with zombies!"

"Even if I, Madison, suffocate, even if I jump out of this window, I would never put my lower body inside this thing!"

Madison was filled with righteous indignation and wished he could grab a knife and fight Gavin to the death.

He does like blonde, white women, but he's not that promiscuous. He only likes people, and zombies are hardly human!

Across from him, Gavin opened his mouth in astonishment upon hearing Madison's words and cursed.

"Fuck you, how did you associate this thing with your lower body? I told you to kill her!"

"Kill... damn it, that's right, kill, I know what you mean."

Madison's eyes darted around for a while, then he quickly turned around and slashed the woman with the gag on the head.

One knife...

Two swords...

Soon, the woman in the hoisting device had a brilliant idea.

After dealing with the woman, Madison wiped the blood off his knife with her clothes and said without turning his head.

"I know what you mean, you want me to try my hand at killing a zombie, right?"

“But you underestimate me, Gavin. I’m a street kid from Chicago. When I was out on the streets, you were squeezing calves on your family’s farm.”

"Fuck you, old man, I get a headache listening to your bragging."

Gavin retorted as he walked to the desk.

A six-inch black Colt Python revolver with an exceptionally intricate pattern sat conspicuously on the desk.

Gavin's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the gun and skillfully opened the magazine.

After confirming that the magazine was full of bullets, Gavin restored the magazine and tucked the revolver into his waistband.

(End of this chapter)