Doomsday America

Chapter 7 Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex

Gavin is only 193 cm tall, so even though he is quite strong, clothing is not a problem for him.

But Madison is a different story.

Madison is 207cm tall, and his feet are almost as long as Kevin Durant's when he plays basketball. With feet like that, you can't buy shoes without going to a specialty store.

Now that the apocalypse has arrived, does Gavin expect to find shoes the size of NBA stars in some random small-town secondhand clothing store?
What a joke.

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Madison clearly realized his troubles and quickly nodded.

"You're right, damn it, my shoes are hard to find."

"It doesn't matter if the clothes are a few sizes too small. I can just wear them as bodysuits as long as I can fit my arms and legs in."

"But shoes, one bag isn't enough, Gavin. We also need to pack food in the bag, and we'll probably have to go to the kitchen later..."

Just as Madison finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Not far away, Gavin's brows furrowed instantly.

Because the car alarms outside the window have completely stopped!

After the alarm stopped, the two fell silent, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became oppressive.

Listening to Madison's heavy breathing, Gavin took a deep breath and then lowered his voice to speak to Madison.

"Old Mike, I'm not going to the kitchen. I've said it before, I don't like taking risks."

At this point, Gavin recalled the zombie tucked away in the corner of the food delivery area on the first floor.

He then began to explain.

"We saw a zombie at the food delivery window connecting to the restaurant when we were in the corridor."

"As for whether there are any zombies in the kitchen, and if so, how many, we have no idea."

"Wait, Gavin, what if the only zombie near the kitchen is the one we saw? Are we really not going to the kitchen?"

Madison asked back somewhat reluctantly, because amidst his nervousness, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

Gavin has had an exceptional physique ever since he transmigrated. His strength and speed are close to the world's top, and he maintains a good condition even without high-intensity training.

Even without professional weightlifting and 100-meter training, his bench press weight and 100-meter speed were close to the world record.

This is what makes him special, and it can be considered his only perk of time travel.

Madison, however, did not have such benefits. In order to maintain his competitive state, Madison's usual exercise and diet were extremely intense.

At last night's party, Old Mike drank a lot of alcohol. As for the food?

Does eating two models count?
So even though it wasn't morning yet, Madison's stomach was already growling loudly.

Moreover, hunger shouldn't be thought about too much, the more you think about it, the hungrier you get. Madison was starting to dream about the steak that might be in the kitchen!
After listening to Madison's words, Gavin remained silent for a moment, then shook his head again.

"No, even if there's only one zombie, I don't want to go to the kitchen."

"The lobby is too open, and the food cart with that zombie in it is too noisy. Given that it's difficult for us to avoid him, I don't think we have a way to deal with him quietly."

"Do you know how to throw knives? Even if you do, have you ever had the experience of using a throwing knife to kill someone with precise and silent headshots multiple times?"

"As for food..."

Gavin patted Madison's arm.

"As long as we escape the manor, we will not lack food, at least not for the next six months or a year."

“Even if we avoid cities and towns and avoid places with high traffic, there are still many convenience stores located in gas stations along the roadside.”

“There are only two of us. One convenience store is enough for us to eat for a long time. Food and water are indeed necessities, but they should not be our first need, buddy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin abandoned Madison and continued searching his boss's room on his own.

Seeing Gavin pick up half a box of cigars, Madison nodded thoughtfully and said.

"I understand, I'll listen to you. You're always right, just like on the team."

"The bedroom is yours now. I'll go check the study; your revolver is missing two holsters."

“Since Old Deng collects revolvers, he must have holsters. I’ll find them; you need those.”

After saying this, Madison left the bedroom without asking any questions about the second gun.

Gavin, clutching the cigar box, continued rummaging through the room and found two car keys near the wardrobe.

A Rolls-Royce and a Corvette, not bad. Gavin casually picked up the keys; he might need them.

Gavin continued searching through the wardrobe, and after a while, he felt a little disappointed that he hadn't found any secret doors.

A boss who doesn't keep secrets isn't a good boss.

Madison, true to his word, said he was looking for holsters, and he actually found two revolver holsters under a low cabinet next to the bookshelf on the side of the study.

There were lush potted plants on the low cabinet, which Madison didn't notice when she was untying the rope.

Besides that, while Gavin was putting on his holster, Old Mike also pulled out half a carton of Arrow cigarettes and seven or eight luxury watches; the boss had some interesting taste.

After a thorough search, the two finally met at the door. Madison's bag had a lot more stuff in it, and most of the cotton stuffing that had filled the backpack had been emptied out.

Gavin then showed the car keys to Madison and said...

"The boss's room doesn't have a view of the parking lot. Let's go back to your room and pack our clothes and shoes before we figure out what to do."

As for the other rooms, Gavin stuck to his own ideas; he didn't want to take risks in this special manor with nearly three hundred zombies.

Upon hearing this, Madison nodded, and the two immediately opened the door and left.

Without the car alarm to conceal their presence, the two became even more cautious and finally reached their target room.

Upon re-entering Madison's room, Gavin grabbed the rope, went to the bed, opened the blanket, and wrapped all the oversized clothes and shoes from the closet inside.

After tying the package into a large backpack shape with rope, he took off the military knife from his back and handed it to Old Mai, then carried the package on his back.

Old Mai wrapped his military knife around his backpack, and the two gathered by the window, squatting down to observe the situation in the parking lot.

The location was still poor; only a few scattered cars could be seen, and the road leading from the parking lot to the manor gate was nowhere to be seen.

That's normal. What kind of manor would have the view from the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows filled with a jumble of cars and helicopters?

Seeing this, Gavin left the window, picked up a bottle of liquor from the coffee table, and said to Madison.

"You take a bottle too, Old Mike. If we want to get a clear view of the parking lot, we'll have to try our luck on the side of the villa."

"I'm OK."

After leaving Madison's room, they were both dressed as if they were holding a military knife in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other.

This time they walked to the right side of the corridor, all the way to the door at the end of the corridor leading to the stairs on the outer edge.

Through the doors and windows at the end of the corridor, the entire parking lot, including the complete helicopter crash site, was finally fully revealed to the two.

The boss's room faces the front of the manor, while Gavin and Madison's rooms face the back of the manor's courtyard.

The manor's parking lot and helipad are planned in a T-shape on the side of the manor, connecting the garden area and the side staircase of the villa.

Standing at the end of the corridor, Gavin could clearly see that the crashed helicopter had fallen in the left corner of the T-shaped parking lot.

As it fell, it also smashed and set fire to eight or nine other cars.

Meanwhile, the burning wreckage of helicopters and vehicles were also surrounded by hordes of zombies.

Although the constant siren was no longer drawing them away, the zombies gathered at the center of the explosion did not leave. Instead, they moved around the center of the explosion as if on patrol.

Especially when a patrolling zombie crashes into a car blocking its path, it will become inexplicably agitated for a moment and start running or continuing to ram the vehicle.

The noise they made caused the entire zombie horde to become restless for a moment.

Gavin and his companion had only been observing the zombie horde in the corridor for a little over three minutes when the horde stirred five times, and the speed at which they ran during those disturbances once again made the two of them gasp in shock.

"Wow, you run really fast..."

After contributing to global warming, Madison couldn't help but mutter in annoyance.

Gavin quickly grabbed Madison's shoulder and whispered something.

"It seems that zombies are prone to becoming agitated and causing widespread chaos when they are blocked by obstacles."

"Therefore, when we lure the zombies away, we should try to lead them to an open area to avoid them stopping and causing inexplicable disturbances and unnecessary trouble."

"You decide. I can't think about that much. I just want my Tyrannosaurus Rex back!"

Madison nodded in response, then pointed to a blue Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex parked near the center of the parking lot.

This vehicle isn't particularly expensive, but Madison upgraded the engine on the original basis, giving the Tyrannosaurus Rex pickup truck, which was already capable of launch control, a horsepower limit that is close to or even exceeds that of the Dodge Mammoth.

(End of this chapter)