Doomsday America

Chapter 82 Curiosity

Gavin then returned to his room, slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder, grabbed his HK416, and strode toward the manor gate.

From the second-floor corridor, William called out to Gavin from afar.

"May everything go well for you, boss!"

"Don't worry, you'll be safe."

Gavin gave William a smile, then went out and hung his rifle on his saddle.

Before mounting his horse, he patted his bulletproof vest, checked each of his magazines, and only after confirming that there were no problems did he untie the reins and climb onto the horse.

Octavian really disliked the feeling of being rubbed by the gun butt, so he yawned a few times in annoyance and turned to look at Gavin.

As it breathed at Gavin, it stomped on the grass with its hooves.

Gavin followed Octavian's movements and opened his mouth in sudden realization.

"Fake..."

He shook his head and laughed.

"I forgot to prepare food for you!"

"Xilulu!"

Whether Octavian understood or not, it let out a dissatisfied hiss after Gavin finished speaking.

Meanwhile, Steve, carrying a bow and arrows and holding an HK416, climbed onto Annie's back just like Gavin.

Gavin glanced at Steve's bow and arrows and couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you still carrying a compound bow? Have you been practicing archery extra these past two years?"

"This is Johnny's bow. I don't mind using it. As for my archery skills, brother, you'd never guess how much I've improved!"

As Steve responded, Madison opened the garage door and then got into the Raptor driven by Eugene.

Eugene rolled down the car window and asked Gavin.

"Shall we go to the dairy farm first?"

"Okay, let's go to the horse farm and dairy farm first, and keep an eye on the direction of the forest."

As Gavin spoke, he spurred his horse toward the racecourse.

The sound of hooves from the two horses rose and fell, making Eugene watch with envy.

With his mouth shut, Eugene started the car and drove towards the horse farm. As soon as the car stopped, he jumped out and ran towards the horse farm.

Seeing Eugene's impatient look, Gavin dismounted and went to the front of the large stable, raising his hand to push open the sliding door on one side.

After Steve pushed the other side open and left the door wide open, Gavin spoke to Steve.

“Steve, go and pick out two horses for Eugene and Madison. Sometimes horses are more useful than cars when living on the farm.”

"indeed!"

Steve nodded, understanding Gavin's meaning.

After all, apart from drug-addicted gods of war who are practically cheating, very few people can comfortably use a gun that requires two hands while driving.

However, when riding a horse, because the horse is an independent individual, the rider can use any firearm.

As for the carrying capacity of horses, they are indeed much worse than those of carriages.

Ultimately, they only have nine people at the moment, and the supplies carried by one horse will last them for a while.

Seeing the gate fully open, Eugene rushed into the stables, untied the stalls one by one, and drove the neighing racehorses out.

Racehorses are generally a bit irritable, and after all, they had been hungry for more than a day, which made Eugene cautiously dodge and evade them.

While Gavin was tending the horses, Steve came to Madison's side and explained the situation to him.

“Dude, there are no racehorses here that you can ride. When we get to the dairy area, we’ll find a few cowboy homes. I know some of them who have Alden horses.”

"It's okay, I can't ride a horse anyway. Even if I had my own horse, I'd still need to learn for a while."

Madison gave a nonchalant reply and continued releasing the horses.

Steve then led Eugene to choose a black Arabian horse and helped him saddle it properly.

The racehorse, tamed and trained by professional jockeys, was not as difficult to handle as Octavian. Soon, Eugene shouted loudly and began to gallop wildly.

Seeing Eugene's ecstatic expression, Gavin released the last horse and called out to Steve from afar.

“Steve, get some hay and feed them again so they remember their home. Even if they become wild horses, they will keep wandering around here.”

"No problem. Racehorses usually have at least two weeks' worth of hay. These days, I come here whenever I have a spare moment to let them out some hay."

Steve agreed and went to the hay barn. Together with Madison, they picked up bundles of hay and began distributing them, of course also preparing a portion for Octavian.

Upon seeing the hay, the racehorses rushed over like madmen, munching away with gusto.

As for water, Steve didn't prepare any special water, because there was a river in sight, and the racehorses knew where to water themselves.

And Gavin.

He arrived at the riders' apartment, pulled out two cowboy hats, and walked out carrying them.

"Eugene, Madison."

After shouting from afar, Gavin threw one of the helmets at Madison.

Madison quickly tossed down some hay, which hit the nearest racehorse on the head. The horse raised its head in displeasure, and Madison reached out and grabbed his hat, putting it on its head.

"Xilulu!"

Seeing that Madison was too lazy to even try to comfort him and was just putting on his hat, the racehorse that had been hit snorted and immediately raised its front hooves.

The next moment, Madison felt his hair stand on end, and he vaguely felt as if a football was about to hit his groin!
So he made a huge leap, jumping more than two meters away, barely dodging the horse's front hoof that was about to kick him.

"Fuck!"

Old Mai looked at the horse race with lingering fear and blurted out a curse.

As for Eugene, he held the reins with his left hand and stopped gracefully in front of Gavin.

Eugene put down his gun, took the hat, put it on, grinned, flicked the brim, and then pulled out his Colt Python.

Well, what can you expect from Gavin's family? They're rich. Ever since they opened the armory, even Eugene has his own python to play with.

Holding his revolver, Eugene spun the magazine, aimed the muzzle at the small bronze bell at the entrance of the racecourse, and asked Gavin with a serious look in his eyes.

"So, quarterback, do I look like a cowboy?"

"You're not quite a cowboy, but you've got the 'young cow' vibe all you need, you idiot."

Gavin patted Eugene's horse on the neck, then looked at the racehorses that had eaten their fill of hay and were now walking in small groups toward the distant river.

Although the jockeys are gone, the racehorses are adapting quite well.

In addition, the area is covered with grasslands and has no shortage of water. There are no natural predators of racehorses for the time being, so Gavin is not worried that they will die too quickly.

After most of the racehorses had gone, Gavin looked at Steve and Madison, who were each holding a three-horse, and waved to them.

"Steve, take these six horses back to the vicinity of the manor and tie them up. Eugene and I will meet you at the dairy farm."

"No problem, don't worry about me."

Steve gave Gavin a thumbs up, then mounted his horse and urged the six horses to gallop toward the manor.

Gavin clapped his hands and shouted at Eugene, who was running wildly even more wildly than the horse under his butt.

"Damn it, Eugene, stop messing around and get to the dairy farm!"

"Damn it, Eugene got it, haha~"

Eugene responded by riding his horse, then spurred it to gallop away.

Watching his departing figure, Gavin shook his head and spurred his horse forward, while Madison also got back into his car and chased after him.

But just as the two were chasing after Eugene...

Eugene, who was ahead, suddenly let out a sigh and steered his horse to slow down.

He then forcefully raised the sniper rifle and looked through the scope towards the forest.

After a quick glance, Eugene put the sniper rifle back on the saddle and raised his right hand to Gavin from a distance.

"In the direction of the Dead Horse in the forest, there is currently only one zombie moving eastward in a strolling manner."

Eugene's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing this, Gavin pulled out his binoculars and glanced around, while Madison stopped nearby, watching Gavin intently as he gripped the steering wheel. A moment later, Gavin spurred his horse towards the forest, simultaneously taking out his walkie-talkie and speaking.

"It came at just the right time."

“Do you need me to take him out? It’ll be good for me to test my gun,” Eugene said.

"No, I say it came at the perfect time; it's a gift from my godfather, God."

Gavin made a joke over the intercom, then suddenly remembered something and immediately turned his horse around and galloped back to the stables.

He galloped past the edge of the racecourse and casually picked up a bundle of ropes hanging on a clothes rack.

With one end of the rope looped around the saddle, Gavin rode toward the zombies at least 2.5 kilometers away, making the rope into a noose.

Gavin picked up the rope and swung the lasso closer to the zombie, getting used to the feel of the lasso.

"Oh dear, boss, you're going to capture it alive?"

Eugene exclaimed in surprise over the intercom.

A moment later, Madison cursed.

"Even an idiot can see what the boss means!"

"Wait, what are you doing? Boss, you've encountered zombies?"

Just then, Bella's voice suddenly came through the intercom!
Then, Winnie's voice came out.

"Bella, don't interrupt them, don't delay the field workers' work!"

"The kid's right, logistics personnel switch to frequency band two!"

Gavin swung the lasso with his right hand and picked up the walkie-talkie with his left to give a warning.

Just then, the zombie spotted Gavin and roared as it charged at him.

Gavin adjusted his direction slightly, circling around to avoid the zombies, and then suddenly threw the lasso.

Although he hadn't used this technique for over two years, his lasso was still incredibly precise, landing squarely on the zombie's shoulder.

The horse's speed hardly decreased, and Gavin let the rope be quickly straightened.

As the lock tightened and pulled the zombie away, the rope at the saddle head also experienced intense friction.

As the rope was fully stretched, the zombie was pulled backward and fell to the ground. Gavin dragged him all the way across the river, past Eugene, and towards the dairy farm.

Watching the zombie being dragged along, struggling and screaming, Eugene was stunned for a moment before letting out an excited roar.

"Boss, you're fucking handsome, fuck!"

At this point, Eugene felt something was missing, so he switched the intercom to band two, turned it on, and shouted back.

"Boss, you're so fucking handsome! You guys have no idea how handsome he is, fuck, I'm about to climax from looking at him!"

"Damn it, did you guys go on a field mission to the Holy Valley?!"

Bella hurled a tantrum at Eugene over the intercom, and Eugene immediately switched back to his old radio and rushed into the dairy farm right behind Gavin.

At that moment, Gavin rode his horse around the zombie that kept changing direction with him several times, wrapping it even tighter, before dismounting and walking towards the zombie.

The zombie relentlessly charged toward Gavin, but as soon as it got close, Gavin kicked it to the ground.

Gavin stepped on the zombie's back, then wrapped its already mostly bound arms twice more, before forcefully lifting the zombie horizontally.

Even so, the zombie tried to bite Gavin's leg, but couldn't reach it at all.

Gavin pointed to the dairy farm and said to Eugene.

“Eugene, drive the cows out of the dairy farm and make at least one barn available.”

"It's all up to you!"

Eugene jumped off his horse and scratched his crotch as he walked.

He'd only ridden a horse a few times in his life, and after just two gallops, his thighs were definitely a little sore.

Even if he was a soldier and has been discharged for so many years, he couldn't possibly train the skin on his inner thighs specifically.

Madison got out of the car, went to Gavin's side, kicked the zombie, and asked.

"Boss, why don't you try investigating the specific reason for the appearance of the zombie cows?"

While asking the question, he took the shotgun off his back and checked the large drum magazine of the OR12 before Gavin could respond.

Gavin nodded and said expressionlessly.

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin grabbed the zombie, dodged the cows that were rushing out of the barn, and threw the zombie on the ground to stomp on it.

After being hungry for a whole day and a half, Niu Niu's eyes were almost red. Even the pickiest cow in the past only focused on munching on the grass on the ground.

As the herd of cattle surged ever larger, Gavin picked up the zombie and swam against the current through the herd.

As they passed by the herd of cattle, two or three handsome cows approached Gavin and hummed at him as if complaining, while another cow sniffed the zombie.

Gavin pulled out the Colt Python, silently looked at the cow sniffing the zombie, and aimed at its head.

Even when the cow's face got very close to the zombie's face, the zombie didn't try to bite the cow.

Seeing this, Gavin carried the zombie away from the cow, raised his hand and pointed his gun at the overly curious cow.

"Old Mike, take it into the cattle pen."

"Ha, I'm reminded of this cow's epitaph: It was a curious cow, and a cow that died of curiosity."

Madison laughed and grabbed the cow's ear, tentatively guiding her towards the cow pen.

The cows were somewhat disgruntled, but they still obediently followed Madison's lead, going against the herd back to the pen.

Eugene, standing in the empty cattle pen closest to the entrance, waved to Gavin and spoke.

"Boss, over here."

"coming."

Gavin moved closer, raised his hand and threw the zombie into it, making way for Old Man Mike and the cow.

Bound, the zombies crawled across the ground like insects towards Madison Pupa.

Madison kicked the zombie several times, then left the cow and the zombie inside the pen.

Seeing Old Mike leave the cattle pen, Eugene put his left hand on his shoulder, raised his elbow, propped HK on his elbow, and leaned against the cattle pen, smiling at Gavin.

"We can begin now. I'll aim at their heads."

"Yes, stay vigilant."

Gavin nodded to Eugene, then pulled out his claw hammer and walked toward the zombies and cows.

At the same time, Madison also raised his shotgun, but as soon as he raised the gun, Eugene yelled at him back.

"Hey, what are you doing, you big black guy? You're a fucking shotgunner. Put the gun away, I can do it myself!"

"Ah, you're right, I fucking made a stupid mistake."

Madison hurriedly put his gun away. After all, his gun wasn't as accurate as Eugene's. If a buckshot hit Gavin, they would be finished.

At the same time, Gavin raised his hand and struck the zombie's leg, the blood immediately soaking the claw hammer.

After confirming that the cow was contaminated with zombie blood, Gavin approached the cow and silently glanced at it.

Then he patted the cow's head and said.

"Forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin forcefully shoved the claw hammer into the cow's mouth.

Once he confirmed that the bloodstains were in the cow's mouth, Gavin quickly turned away, leaped out of the pen, and coldly observed the cow's condition.

Inhale...exhale...

The sounds of the three breathing back and forth, accompanied by the sound of the cow licking its lips in dissatisfaction.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds...

More than three minutes passed, and the cow didn't change at all!
"Fake..."

Eugene's hand was getting a little sore, so he cursed and turned to Gavin to ask.

"Boss, why don't you try cutting a gash in the cow?"

(End of this chapter)