Doomsday America

Chapter 73 Appearances of All Living Beings

Glock 43?

Hearing Madison say this, Gavin suddenly remembered that he actually had seven or eight handguns suitable for children in his armory.

It's not that those handguns are anything special; after all, a handgun is a handgun, and even a child playing with it can kill someone.

The only difference is that the prints on those pistols are relatively cute; some are Snoopy, some are Peppa Pig, and some are the classic Tom and Jerry designs.

Gavin had joked with his family that he was getting those guns for his future daughter.

Seeing Gavin ask about the Glock 43, Madison immediately handed Gavin the few cutely patterned handguns.

"Here, these are the ones, they're quite suitable for women and children."

"If you agree, then let's distribute them in a bit. In this world, I feel more at ease if everyone has a gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison shrugged at Gavin.

Gavin nodded knowingly and took the empty gun from the Glock 43.

Click.

After loading the gun, Gavin tossed it to Madison and said.

"It's settled then. Women will carry at least one handgun, and men will all be equipped with rifles or shotguns."

"We are too few in number, only eight people in total, and only three of us are actually capable of fighting. Such a small number cannot withstand any unexpected events."

"Because there are too few of them, there is no way to rely on anyone to protect anyone else, so they must learn to protect themselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin picked up the competition-grade HK416, which was filled with high-end accessories on all six tactical rails, and skillfully hung it on his back.

He then slung the TAC-50 with the Semion II scope over his shoulder and addressed Madison and Eugene.

"If there are no other problems, we'll send the guns to the shooting range and start training and distributing them there tomorrow."

"Eugene, get William an HK. Madison, get old Bert a Benelli M4. Take the rest of the pistols to the women."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin carried his sniper rifle and assault rifle out of the armory.

Eugene then grabbed all the guns and hugged them to his chest, while casually kicking Madison's pants as he spoke.

"I'll carry the gun, you take the bullets, and we'll take the bullets directly to the firing range."

"no problem."

Madison agreed, picked up the gun, and also grabbed two ammunition boxes.

He was tall and strong, so moving things was really not a problem for him.

He then led the two downstairs back to the lobby.

After approaching the sofa where old Bert and William were sitting, Gavin pointed to the botanical garden that connected to the back of the hall and began to speak.

"Old Mike, turn left after passing through the botanical garden. The shooting range is the furthest area from the rest area."

"OK."

Madison nodded and walked with Eugene toward the botanical garden to deliver the equipment to the firing range.

Gavin sat on the sofa, holding the gun, stroking its edges and metallic feel as he asked old Bert a question.

"Hey buddy, where are they? Did you show them the swimming pool?"

"What, you haven't had enough of Bella's original skin yet? Now you want to see her in a swimsuit?"

Old Bert responded to Gavin with a wicked grin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin scoffed in annoyance.

"Don't joke around, why are you two the only wounded sitting here? I thought they would at least take you two to see something nice."

"Pleasing to the eye?"

Old Bert shook his head, raised his hand and pressed it against Gavin's hand as he spoke.

“Gavin, those girls aren’t as obedient as you think. They didn’t relax as you said they would; instead, they went looking for work.”

"Looking for work? What kind of work? Did they go to help in the kitchen?" Gavin asked.

"No, the kitchen is Doris's responsibility. The other two go clean up and clean up the bloodstains you left behind."

Old Bert explained.

Upon hearing this, Gavin paused for a moment, then instinctively blurted out.

"Cleaning? Was it Winnie's idea?"

"Fuck, you could even guess that? You really only knew them for a day?" Old Bert was a little surprised.

"How could I not guess? Only a brat would think that much."

Gavin shrugged, then leaned back on the sofa and comfortably crossed his legs.

Admittedly, although the little devil overthinks things, Gavin still finds her work attitude quite comfortable.

Gavin lay comfortably half-reclined there, chuckling as he tapped his thigh and continued speaking.

"Besides, whether it's finding some work to do, or taking a bath, playing ball, or shooting, it's all essentially a form of relaxation."

"At times like these, they probably prefer to have something to do, right?"

"Otherwise, what if we let them continue to do nothing? Like this afternoon, let you find some excuse to fight again?" Gavin said, raising his foot and nudging William's leg in an annoyed tone.

"Is that right, Dallas police officer?"

"Uh... Boss..."

William was a little embarrassed and quickly tried to explain to Gavin.

Before he could speak, Gavin interrupted him and said something to him.

"Alright, William, don't take it so seriously."

"We're going to spend the rest of our lives together during this whole end of the world."

“This isn’t a TV show that’s going to last a few days or months, this is a lifetime, man.”

"Whether you like it or not, we have to get used to each other. We are destined to quarrel and fight, but we will also support each other."

At this point, Gavin leaned over and gently patted William on the shoulder.

Upon hearing Gavin's words, William's Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded with pursed lips, managing a strained smile.

"I understand, Gavin. We... will survive, just like a family!"

"Haha, don't make it sound so serious. I don't think you people, who have seen so much death, would be as afraid of death as you are of cougars."

Gavin made a joke, then stood up and opened the door.

When he pushed open the door, the two German Shepherds sitting outside immediately came close to Old Bert's Rottweiler and wagged their tails.

Seeing this, old Bert smiled with emotion and said to Gavin.

"Oh, it's really rare to see Barry and Camorra still alive. They're both beautiful and good kids."

"Gamora?"

Gavin muttered something, and the young German Shepherd immediately moved closer to Gavin and rested its head on Gavin's lap.

Gavin rubbed the top of her head, and Camora let out a happy shout, immediately earning a glare from Barry.

Seeing that her seniors wouldn't let her call out, Camorra whimpered twice in grievance, then obediently lay down on the floor and silently looked at the people on the sofa.

Looking at the obedient dogs, old Bert smiled for a moment, then sighed, and then asked Gavin.

"Gavin, Sally, and Steven, have you seen them all?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin paused slightly, then nodded calmly.

"They are lying under the orange tree they planted themselves."

"That's a really good ending. Actually, this is what I've been looking forward to the most: to be buried by my child in the place I've chosen on a sunny day."

Old Bert nodded, then grabbed Gavin's arm.

His cloudy old eyes held a faint sense of comfort as he nodded to Gavin and continued speaking.

“You did a great job. Texas men never cry.”

"That's right, Texas men never cry."

Gavin patted old Bert's hand.

William, who was standing nearby, finally understood their conversation, and he opened his mouth sadly.

"Gavin!"

"Ok?"

Gavin looked at William curiously.

Meeting Gavin's calm gaze, William swallowed hard and nervously spoke to Gavin.

“I’m your fan, boss. We’re your family. I…we…”

"Alright, kid, I understand what you mean."

Gavin nodded and casually rubbed William's head.

Meanwhile, in the distant corridor.

Doris ran over nervously and called out to Gavin and his group from a distance.

"Gavin...I...I can't find ketchup, can you help me?"

"Haha, no problem, no one will refuse to help our chef!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin went to the kitchen to lead Doris to find various seasonings.

Old Bert and William sat in the hall comforting the three dogs.

When Eugene and Madison saw the shooting range, they couldn't resist having a go at it right away.

As for Bella and Winnie...

They were both very diligent in doing housework, but... their efficiency seemed rather low.

It was just bloodstains, and they hadn't been able to clean it up by dinner time.

(End of this chapter)