Doomsday America

Chapter 86 Is a dog faster or a horse faster?

The sound of horses' hooves, accompanied by the occasional mooing of cows, accompanied Gavin and his group as they gradually approached the town.

Holding the reins, Gavin instinctively wanted to raise his hand and breathe on it, but when he brought his hand to his mouth, he remembered that his gloves were covered in blood.

So he took off his gloves and took turns bringing his hands to his mouth, breathing out a few breaths of hot air to warm them up.

Originally, as they walked from the manor to the town, the wind was blowing from their right rear to their left front.

The wind was blowing against their backs, and they were traveling with the wind at their backs, so even though the weather was cold, they weren't too cold.

But not long ago, after Gavin and Eugene cleared out some isolated houses, they ran against the wind towards the herd of cows, getting quite chilly.

Fortunately, Gavin is physically strong, and Eugene is not a fussy person. Although he is currently experiencing a slight dip in form, his overall condition is good.

As Eugene removed his gloves and rubbed his arms from time to time, he also had the leisure to turn on the walkie-talkie and speak.

"Guys, I have a question for you. Do you know why the first person to invent the airplane was Wright?"

"What kind of question is this?"

Madison immediately cursed, while Eugene chuckled and shook his head, continuing to ask.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I forgive your ignorance, old man, but do you know why Armstrong was the first person to walk on the moon?"

"Because they're all from Ohio, but nobody wants to live in Ohio, haha~"

Before Madison could respond, Eugene answered his own question and then burst into loud, silly laughter.

Seeing Eugene laughing so hard he was practically vibrating, Gavin and Steve couldn't help but exchange a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness and a strong urge to complain.

Seeing that Eugene's silly grin was almost uncontrollable, Gavin coughed lightly, intending to remind him to be normal.

Just then, Madison's car jolted violently, followed by an even more exaggerated laugh coming from the walkie-talkie.

"Pfft, hahaha, you shitty Ohio! So this is what going to space and landing on the moon is all about. You're a fucking genius, redhead!"

“I knew it would be funny, and yes, I have many more jokes to tell you.”

Eugene waved excitedly to Madison, who gave him a thumbs-up from inside the car.

Not far away, watching the two interacting, Steve leaned closer to Gavin, stroked Annie's mane, and said.

"I suddenly find it kind of funny too~"

"Don't be like that, bro. If you turn into one of them, I'm fucking scared."

Gavin raised his right fist and bumped it with Steve's.

At the same time, Eugene finally stopped laughing, put on his gloves while maintaining the vibration mode.

It wasn't that he had finished telling his jokes, but rather that he was beginning to vaguely see the shadow of the town.

He tightened his grip on the reins, reached for the binoculars, and prepared to take a look.

Gavin, like him, was about to pick up his binoculars, but when his gaze swept over the small house that was faintly visible in the distance, his eyes suddenly narrowed instinctively.

"what is that?"

Gavin felt that two tiny black dots had appeared in his field of vision. It felt like mosquitoes were flying dozens of meters away from him. He couldn't see them clearly, but they kept his attention because they were constantly moving.

Gavin cautiously raised his binoculars and focused his gaze on the distant black dot.

Before he could figure it out, he heard Eugene's excited voice.

“Oh dear, boss, it’s three dogs, at least three kilometers away from us, and they look just like the zombie cows from back then.”

"This distance is good. They're still running straight toward us. I think I can try my gun out. Maybe I can break my previous record for the longest sniper kill."

At this point, Eugene deliberately slowed down his horse, intending to stop, pull out his TAC, and then lie prone to aim.

He'd been holding back his TAC50 for a whole day, and the distance and trajectory of the three dogs were just too pleasing to the eye; Eugene really wanted to have some fun.

Hearing Eugene's words, Steve shook his head and smiled.

"Zombie cows, zombie horses, zombie dogs, what else can I see next? Will I see zombie rats?"

"Speaking of which, those dogs are really fast. Luckily, when I escaped from town early yesterday morning, there weren't any of these monsters in town."

At this point, Steve picked up his binoculars, intending to admire Eugene's marksmanship.

When he went out for a drive with Eugene McIlroy at noon, he had already heard Eugene boast about his kill record.

Although everyone present had only experienced less than two days of the zombie apocalypse, they had all witnessed some great storms.

Needless to say, Eugene McMillin was a formidable figure, and Steve was also a tough guy who escaped from the town in the early hours of the morning and was chased into the forest by the horse farm zombies and zombie horses, where he spent the night.

After these experiences, they will naturally feel a sense of calm.

But just as Eugene's horse was about to come to a complete stop...

Gavin, standing nearby, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!
He suddenly thought of something!
At that moment, Gavin seized upon the fleeting clues that flashed through his mind and began a frantic brainstorming session.

The words Steve mentioned—zombie cow, zombie horse, and zombie dog—spun rapidly in his mind!

Cows are the most docile animals and will not launch large-scale attacks on zombies, so the appearance of zombie cows is extremely rare.

As for horses, they are more temperamental than cows. When zombies get close to a horse, the horse will often kick it, causing the zombie to retaliate. Therefore, there are as many as three zombie horses chasing Steve.

That's the situation with cattle and horses. What about dogs? Under what circumstances and in what proportion would dogs attack zombies?

Dogs in the city are mostly kept in residential areas, making it difficult for them to form a pack effect.

The two dogs in Gavin Manor, familiar with the scents of everyone in the manor, had no reason to attack the manor's zombies.

What about the dogs in the farm town?
Thinking of this, Gavin swallowed hard and asked Steve in rapid succession.

"Steve, approximately how many households in this town own dogs?"

Upon hearing this, Steve casually responded.

"There are so many, almost every household has one. After all, we're a cowboy town. Whether it's herding cattle, guarding fields, or hunting, dogs can do everything... Fuck!"

At this point, Steve instinctively sensed something was wrong and blurted out a curse!
Gavin suddenly shouted at Eugene.

"Get the fuck on the horse! Run! Run in my direction!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned his horse around swiftly and spurred Octavian to charge forward.

At the same time, after a moment of stunned silence, Eugene instinctively obeyed orders, mounted his horse, and asked questions while chasing after the enemy.

"There's no need to make such a fuss, boss. Your condition is even more exaggerated than when I first saw the zombie cow. I..."

"Shit! Oh, shit!"

Stab it!

Before Eugene could finish speaking, Madison's scream and the screeching of brakes filled the air.

He wasn't using a walkie-talkie, but his screams still managed to get through the car window and reach the ears of people 40 or 50 meters away!

At the same time, Steve steered his horse around to catch up with Gavin, while looking back through his binoculars and shouting something.

"Dogs! So many dogs!!!"

“That’s right, screw it, we only saw three dogs because those were the fastest greyhounds, greyhounds!” Gavin shouted to the crowd, then hurriedly spurred his horse into a gallop.

Meanwhile, on the distant horizon.

Nearly 200 meters behind the three greyhounds, more than 40 gray-yellow German Shepherds were following closely behind!

Greyhounds are undoubtedly the fastest dogs, while German Shepherds are the most popular breed on Texas farms, and are only slightly slower than Greyhounds.

Gavin believed that behind them, there were definitely many more dogs running even slower, hurrying after them!
The cowboys on the farm raise dogs to be hunting dogs, guard dogs, and cattle dogs. How could they possibly keep them at home or locked in the yard as pets?

Cowboys usually cut dog holes in their doors, allowing their dogs to come and go freely, thus exercising their strength and maintaining their natural instincts.

Dogs' nature dictates that once they gather in packs, they will inevitably form a group effect, with a alpha dog emerging, and they will solidify into a group as strong as a wolf pack!
In such a pack of dogs, once one dog starts a fight or hunts against a certain creature, at least 80 percent of the dogs in the pack will fight side by side!
In addition, dogs will not attack their own owners, even if the owners turn into zombies.

But if this situation were to occur in a small town, it would mean many dogs facing many owners at the same time. They don't care who the other dogs' owners are. If they feel threatened, guard dogs and hunting dogs will really bite!

If even one dog attracts a zombie to attack it, a zombie-dog war will likely break out, and the chain reaction caused by this battle will lead to the damn situation we are in now!

A pack of dogs?

Do not!
That's a pack of zombie dogs!

At least dozens, or even hundreds, of zombie dogs!

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

Eugene spurred his horse away while cursing incessantly.

At the same time, he hurriedly put the TAC back on the saddle, pulled out the HK416, and cursed incessantly.

"Is a horse faster or a dog faster? Can anyone tell me whether a horse is faster or a dog is faster?!"

"Fuck him, dog fast! A cowboy on horseback can never shake off his dog, he just can't!"

Steve roared in response to Eugene, his mind momentarily blanking as he spoke.

Yes!

Horses carrying people can never shake off dogs, so how are they supposed to shake off zombie dogs that have greater endurance and seem to be even faster than before they turned into zombies?
Thinking of this, Steve felt dizzy, and only one word kept echoing in his mind.

Finished!

At that moment, he glanced at Gavin's back in a daze, and then made a choice in an instant.

Suddenly, he yanked the reins to the left, breaking away from the group and charging to the right!
"Fuck Squid Steve!"

Eugene, who was positioned right behind Steve, widened his eyes. At that moment, he wished he could shoot that coward who had deserted his post!
Gavin, who was much faster than Eugene and Steve, heard Eugene's shout and quickly turned around to glance at them.

At the same time, Steve's calm voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Brother, I'll go lure them away. You wait for me at the manor, don't worry about me!"

After he finished speaking, Steve pulled out his HK416 and charged straight toward the pack of dogs.

As he galloped away on horseback, he trembled as he removed the muffler from the HK416.

In the distance, Gavin gripped the reins tightly, forcibly slowing the horse down!
As Eugene sped past Gavin, he roared at Gavin incredulously.

"What is he doing? What are you doing now! You're all crazy! Crazy! Fuck your damn crazy lunatics!"

When Eugene finished cursing this part in his most vicious tone, he gritted his teeth and tightened the reins.

"Hiss!!!"

The black Arabian horse slowed down with difficulty, while Eugene, carrying HK416 in one hand, charged towards Steve with his right leg trembling violently.

Chu Chu Chu!
In the distance, the sound of gunfire without silencers rang out, and the zombie dog pack adjusted its direction slightly in response to the high-frequency gunfire, chasing after Steve.

At the same time, Gavin finally brought the horse to a complete stop, then freed his hand to pick up the walkie-talkie and yelled at it in the loudest voice he had ever used.

"Are you fucking an idiot?! You think you're Captain America, Steve Rogers?! Tell me! Is the Raptor faster or the dog?!"

"Holy shit?" Eugene instinctively cursed as soon as Gavin finished speaking.

"Fuck!"

Madison suddenly drifted on the road, turning the Raptor around completely.

At the same time, the distant, intense gunfire abruptly ceased, and Steve's handsome white horse quickly slowed down, leaving a trail of gray dust on the grass.

"Fuck..."

Steve's mind went blank for a moment, then he quickly perked up, and his face even turned two shades redder in an instant!
At the same time, Gavin, gripping the walkie-talkie, continued to roar furiously.

"I don't want heroes, I want obedience, obedience!"

"If I only wanted to lure the zombie dogs away, sending birds of prey to distract them would have been enough. But the zombie dogs are too mobile and have stronger senses. Letting them roam freely around the farm poses immeasurable risks!"

"So we have to try to kill them. It's a crazy idea, but we have a chance to do it!"

"Get back here! Follow me! Don't mess things up while I'm trying to think!"

At this point, Gavin pulled on the reins and slammed his feet into the horse's belly.

The next moment, Octavian sped off, heading straight for the highway.

In the distance, Steve, riding a white horse and wielding a silver spear, had his face so red that it looked like he should be wearing Red Hare and Crescent Moon!

He was seen clumsily clutching his gun as he hurried back to Eugene's side, where they together tried to catch up with Gavin.

Sensing Steve's approach, Eugene grinned maliciously and cursed.

"Tsk tsk, the chief cowboy? He's clearly Captain America from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Hey buddy, give me some face..."

Steve blushed and retorted, but before he could say anything more, Gavin's words continued to come through the intercom.

Gavin regained his composure and asked in a somber tone.

"Steve, has the width of the river downstream of Lake Richard changed significantly in the last two years?"

"no!"

Steve agreed, then his face lit up with joy, and he continued to ask.

"You're going to use the river to wipe them out? Are you sure it's feasible?"

When Steve pressed him for an answer, Gavin replied in rapid succession.

"If that doesn't work, then have Old Mike drive through the pack of dogs and lead them into the forest!"

"I'm not like you, willing to treat yourself as a last resort, so I always prepare more escape routes!"

"Now, answer me!"

"Within a radius of two kilometers, there are several sections of the river that are deep enough for a dog to barely stick its head out of the water while standing on the bottom!"

"And it won't submerge the racehorse's belly!"

(End of this chapter)