Doomsday America

Chapter 59 Continue to act
Outside the cattle pen.

Madison noticed that Gavin's complexion had unconsciously worsened considerably.

So he pursed his lips worriedly, rubbed the grip of the shotgun, and said.

"Boss, any new discoveries?"

"Fortunately, we've made some discoveries, which is good news."

Gavin waved his hand, responding as calmly as possible.

This time, however, Madison was somewhat unwilling to believe it, because Gavin's expression was not any better.

He then asked Gavin with concern.

"Are you sure it's good news? You don't look too well."

"Ha, that's certainly good news, but every good news has its bad news, doesn't it?"

Reminded by Madison, Gavin then noticed the problem with his complexion, so he gently shook his head, pulling his thoughts away from the countless shadows.

Regardless of whether this zombie virus, which seems to target humans, is man-made, created by aliens, or for some other bizarre reason, it doesn't matter.

In short, survival is far more important than investigating the origin of the virus and whether everything stems from a conspiracy.

Time will reveal many secrets, and all he has to do is seize the moment.

He put away the HK416, then took off his gloves, rubbed his face, and turned to Madison with a smile.

"Let's go, let's carry this damn thing out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin put on gloves and, together with Madison, lifted up the mixed corpse of the calf and the zombie.

Madison gagged a few times in disgust, and then, just as he was about to leave the cattle pen, the calf and the zombie's corpse separated.

The two of them then each carried one of the two corpses to the outside of the cowshed, and closed the cowshed door behind them.

Then, Gavin waved to Eugene from a distance.

Seeing this, Eugene breathed a sigh of relief and drove up to the two of them.

He got out of the car, glanced at the calf and zombies on the ground, and casually asked a question.

"So, BOSS, have you figured out the zombie cow thing?"

"I've pretty much figured it out. I have some good news and some bad news to tell you."

Gavin rubbed his gloves on the grass a few times while explaining to Eugene and Madison.

"The good news is that zombies aren't interested in things like cattle. I saw more than one zombie footprint in the cowshed, but only one zombie cow appeared. This was also left at the scene."

As he spoke, Gavin placed the calf on the zombie, recreating the scene.

Seeing the two almost blended together, Eugene frowned and pondered for a moment before asking.

"So it was a cow that gave birth that attracted the zombies, and then the zombies rushed into the cowshed, but they didn't attack the other cows?"

"Yes, as for the zombie cow that has already appeared, I suspect it's because it was giving birth. The cow was terrified when a zombie approached, so it attacked the approaching zombie, which is why it became the only zombie cow."

Gavin followed Eugene's lead, pointing to the lick marks on the calf's upper body, and continued.

"Or perhaps it's because the calf was covered in the blood and flesh of a zombie, and the cow that trampled the zombie to death, out of maternal love, licked some key substance that caused the mutation."

"I will verify this point one by one once we are basically safe."

"But regardless, the fact that zombies won't actively attack every animal to create more terrifying zombie animals is already incredibly good news!"

At this point, Gavin threw off his gloves, took out a cigarette, and took a puff.

Hearing this, Eugene breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a relaxed expression.

"Fuck you!"

He laughed and cursed.

"This is indeed good news. I fucking don't want to see zombies chasing hundreds of thousands of cattle, creating herds of zombie cattle charging towards us!"

"So what's the bad news, Boss? In the face of such good news, what could possibly be considered bad news?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene looked intently at the cowshed.

Gavin's words were simple, but his instincts told him something was off.

Noticing Eugene's gaze, Gavin shrugged and continued, "Need I say more? Zombie cows have appeared, and this phenomenon will certainly not be an isolated case."

"As the zombies gradually spread, the carnivores that are everywhere, such as cougars and wolves, will sooner or later attack the zombies and be retaliated against."

"And scavengers will also develop an appetite for zombie corpses and eagerly rush over to taste them."

As Gavin finished speaking, he casually tossed his cigarette butt to the ground.

Then he clapped his hands and said to the two of them with a half-smile.

"Guys, we need to prepare for attacks from even more types of zombie animals. The future is more dangerous than we think, and we're never short of challenges."

"Isn't that perfect? ​​Those few dozen shots just now weren't enough to give me a real thrill. Besides, back in the army, I've always dreamed of hunting werewolves. Killing a zombie werewolf would be a dream come true!"

Eugene laughed and raised his fist at Gavin.

Madison laughed along in agreement.

Hearing their laughter, Gavin nodded and then put his gloves back on.

In the face of survival, is keeping a secret truly more important than survival itself?
Let's focus on staying alive first.

Thinking of this, Gavin exhaled and pointed into the distance.

"Let's go take a look at the zombie cow first. I want to see if it has any zombie bite marks on its body."

"After confirming the situation, we'll head to the horse farm further ahead. Once we've dealt with the zombies there, the manor will be just around the corner."

After saying that, Gavin got into the car and watched as Eugene and Madison followed him in.

The Ford Raptor sped along and arrived in front of the cow carcass in the blink of an eye.

Gavin got out of the car and squatted down in front of the cow's carcass, silently examining the cow's wounds.

Besides the wounds on the cow's head, neck, and sides caused by the iron gate, there were indeed more than one bloody bite mark on the cow's hind legs and rump.

Humans have a pretty good bite force, and this seems to be even more astonishing when inherited by zombies.

They can even bite through a cow's rear end.

Madison, who was standing nearby, also noticed the bite marks on the cow's rump, so he pointed to Eugene and laughed.

"See that, redhead? This is what happens when you brag."

"Fake Squid!"

Eugene gave the middle finger, annoyed, picked up his rifle, and fired another shot into the zombie bull's head.

Seeing the scene of blood splattering everywhere, Gavin shook his head, turned and walked towards the raptor, saying...

"Alright, stop wasting bullets on this corpse. Go to the car and see if there's a rope. Drag this cow back to the barn and pile it up with the other zombies."

"Wait, boss, why don't we just burn it here?"

Eugene couldn't help but turn back and ask again.

Upon hearing this, Gavin placed his hand on the car window and whispered to Eugene.

"Buddy, it's February, not the rainy season! If we start a fire, it might spread to the entire plain!"

"To burn the zombie corpses, we must dig out a basic burning area and isolation zone. It is only safe enough to burn the zombies in one place!"

"This is a huge and laborious project. Even if all of us work together, considering William's limp and old Bert's back injury, we might not be able to finish it even in a day!"

"In any case, let's take out the zombies that are still moving first, and then we'll think about what to do with the dead ones."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin tapped on the car window again.

At this point, Eugene nodded and obediently began rummaging through the trunk of the car.

Texas pickup trucks often carry tow ropes or similar equipment to help neighbors and passersby with their vehicles in the event of an accident.

After finding the rope, Eugene took it to the cow, stabbed its leg several times with a dagger, tearing a wound through the flesh, and hung the rope in it.

"nailed it."

Eugene patted the car body, then sat back in the back seat.

At this point, Gavin dragged the zombie cow's corpse and charged toward the cowshed.

(End of this chapter)