Doomsday America

Chapter 68 Security

"what?"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, William stared in disbelief, then asked rapidly.

"Are we moving into your house now? Doesn't your house have a lot of zombies? Weren't you supposed to be scouting? Did you go and attack instead of scouting? Are you all alright?"

"Shut up, you immature little policeman. Do the three of us look injured?"

Eugene interrupted William impatiently, then proudly dusted off the bloodstains on his body and continued to speak triumphantly to William.

"If we were all like you bunch of damn Dallas cops, slow as koalas, we'd never live in a big house in our lives!"

"What kind of reconnaissance is this? We went straight into action. As for our results, I took down a hundred zombies all by myself. You'd better not be so scared that you throw up later, haha!"

Amidst laughter, Eugene decisively left the villa and headed towards his beloved shield.

Looking at Eugene's retreating figure, and then thinking about Gavin's orders.

In the hall, everyone looked at each other, then busied themselves with their activities.

Everyone's smart enough not to be fooled. Although Gavin didn't give specific instructions to each individual, everyone knew what to do.

Madison and Eugene opened all the car doors, while they stood guard near the doors with their guns.

William, limping on one leg, hopped against the RV door, holding his gun, and looked at Winnie, beckoning her to get in.

While Winnie was getting into the RV, even Bella, who had just joined, had found herself a job.

Bella, her face full of shame, approached the sofa and helped old Bert to his feet.

Old Bert gritted his teeth desperately, trying his best to stand more steadily, but that's how back pain is; you can't just stand up because you can't bear the pain.

When a lumbar disc herniates, the pain can be almost worse than that of kidney stones, enough to make a person convulse.

At this moment, even with Bella's best efforts to help him, old Bert was unable to move his legs, his face full of helplessness.

Seeing the state of the two, Doris quickly came to their side, supporting old Bert's other hand, and together with Bella, they helped to hold him up.

Finally, old Bert was able to move again. He shook his head with a pained expression and said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Being supported like this, I'd rather just die. I've ridden horses for half my life, and now I'm reduced to being helped to walk. I really know how to cause trouble!"

"You piece of shit, you old white man, shut your stinking mouth! What are you talking about, dead or something? I don't want to hear that damn word!"

Bella gave old Bert a curt scolding, then draped his arm over her shoulder and, together with Doris, carried him into the RV.

At the same time, Gavin opened the villa door, then picked up five walkie-talkies and handed them to the remaining five people.

"If there are any problems in the future, just use the walkie-talkie to contact each other."

After giving a few words of advice, Gavin closed the RV door, then returned to Tyrannosaurus Rex and drove out of the villa first.

At this moment, the sunset was nearing its end, with only a few streaks of the sun remaining on the horizon.

Using the last rays of sunlight, the group quickly crossed nearly sixteen kilometers of highway and arrived at the place where Gavin and his two companions had spent the afternoon killing.

From a distance, the people in the RV could see a pile of carcasses at the dairy farm.

Because there were many carcasses near the dairy farm, Gavin and his two companions did not pile them up.

The way many of the corpses lay in disarray was at least somewhat gruesome to look at.

Looking at the corpses, Bella couldn't help but swallow repeatedly.

Winnie then moved closer to Bella and playfully bumped her waist with a mischievous grin.

Feeling the impact on her waist, Bella was so startled she almost jumped up. When she realized it was Winnie who made the move, she immediately glared at Winnie.

Winnie gestured towards the corpse in the distance and whispered to Bella.

"Do you still want to go home by yourself, great Bella?"

"Alright, kid, I've figured it out. You don't need to be sarcastic here!"

Bella, suppressing her nausea, pressed Winnie's head down, turning her face away from the corpse.

After forcing Winnie to stop looking at the corpse, Bella glanced at it again and then said with lingering fear.

"Don't you know fear, you little brat?!"

"So...so scary...waaaaah..."

Before Bella could finish speaking and before Winnie could say anything, Doris couldn't help but start sobbing.

She sobbed softly, covering her eyes. Good heavens, as she looked at the haphazardly laid corpses, she saw the faces of her husband and son on almost every single head!
Seeing that Doris had started crying again, Bella sighed in annoyance.

"Hey……"

"Hey……"

As Bella sighed, another sigh rang out, and Bella instinctively looked toward Winnie, who was sighing.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, met. This time, they didn't argue; instead, they silently turned their heads away.

Bella forced herself to look out the window, staring intently at the corpses. She felt she had to adapt to a future that was as utterly despicable as it seemed.

Winnie couldn't help but look at William through the RV window.

At that moment, William was clutching his police badge in his hand, muttering to himself, like a devout priest holding a crucifix in prayer.

Winnie vaguely heard a few oaths, which were probably the oaths of induction for Dallas police officers.
After glancing at William, Winnie couldn't help but look at Madison, who was driving.

At that moment, Winnie clearly saw some drops of blood splattered on Madison's shoulder and back.

The blood stained the white tracksuit with a more eerie feel.

Winnie instinctively shivered twice, then quietly hugged herself tightly.

At the window, William seemed to have finished reciting the oath, and the convoy turned past the horse farm and approached the manor.

The piles of corpses along the roadside undoubtedly brought a new psychological shock to everyone, until the car finally stopped in front of the new manor.

The garage detected the approaching shield and automatically opened the door, releasing the shield into the garage.

At the entrance of the manor, Gavin, who was getting out of the car, couldn't help but frown as he watched the car drive directly into the garage.

The new manor area, with its high level of intelligence, offers far greater convenience and enhanced security compared to the old manor.

However, this kind of intelligence can actually be a hidden danger in the apocalypse.

The garage door opens as soon as it detects a vehicle with information stored in the garage approaching.

What if one day, this car is followed by thousands upon thousands of zombies eagerly rushing into the building?
Will the garage door also open for vehicles that record information?

Gavin decided to completely shut down the smart home system of the entire villa, returning it to a less high-tech, manual era.

On the one hand, this can save electricity.

On the other hand, Gavin believes that letting people decide how to act is the safest and most reliable approach.

So-called intelligence...

At least in 2013, AI wasn't enough for Gavin to completely trust it.

Just as Gavin was pondering the smart technology, Madison got out of the RV, holding a sprayer and keeping watch around.

The RV door slowly opened, and Bella and Doris helped old Bert out of the vehicle with difficulty.

Seeing this, Gavin moved closer and, like holding a child, put his hands under Old Bert's armpits and picked him up.

"Fuck, put me down, I need the little girl to help me!"

Old Bert was very unhappy with the way Gavin held him; the way he held the child was simply too shameful!

Seeing Old Bert's repeated refusals, Gavin grinned and carried him into the manor.

"Old man, what are you shy about?"

"Fuck you, Gavin, you're a bastard, you always have been!"

Old Bert laughed and cursed, then blushed as Gavin threw him onto the sofa in the middle of the hall.

Looking at the bloodstains scattered on the floor and carpet around him, old Bert's face finally paled a little, and he spoke with a trembling beard.

"I'll let this go for the sake of the battle you just fought."

"Otherwise, I would definitely tell those girls the story of you wetting your pants when you were a kid, so they would know how high the greatest quarterback in history could pee when he was a kid!"

"Fuck you, old man!"

Gavin patted old Bert on the shoulder, then led everyone into the manor.

After the manor gate was closed, it immediately made a crisp click, indicating that the gate was completely shut.

Honestly, that voice gave me a sense of security.

(End of this chapter)