Doomsday America

Chapter 95 The Farmer's Enemy
After saying this, Gavin walked straight out of the hospital and returned to his horse.

Inside the Raptor, Madison rolled down the car window and asked Gavin from a distance.

"Boss, judging from your expressions, are we not going to search the hospital?"

"Hmm, let's not search the hospital for now. It seems we've found a living person!"

"A living person?!"

Gavin's words startled Madison, who then quickly asked a question.

"Where are they, man or woman? I can't see them!"

"It's probably a woman, or a man with small feet, around size 5.5 to 6."

Gavin answered, and Madison exclaimed in surprise at the answer.

"Oh ho, a woman, that's great!"

"What a fart!"

Hearing Madison's cheers, Gavin rode past the car with annoyance, casually knocked on the window, and said.

"It's not like there aren't women at home, but I haven't seen you flirting with anyone. What, do you only enjoy the moment you find a woman?"

"Uh... haha, I don't want to think about that right now. I'm just happy for you guys because there are more men than women here, aren't there?"

Madison laughed off Gavin's question and then drove toward Steve.

Meanwhile, Steve, on horseback, tried to make out the faint hoofprints as he followed them toward the road leading east of the town.

Looking at the road ahead, Steve shrugged and turned to Gavin.

"Brother, I can't tell anymore here. Nobody can distinguish the hoofprints on the asphalt road."

“But I think the survivors at least came to the town through this road. If we follow the road, we’ll surely find some new clues.”

"Okay, let's follow the road."

Gavin waved his hand, and the three of them immediately walked down the road.

After leaving the town, this road will cross pastures and farmland, leading to the airport on the eastern edge of the farm, and then leave the farm.

It is about thirteen kilometers from the town to the airport. Along this thirteen-kilometer route, nearly 130 households live scattered along the roadside or in other areas further away from the road.

As for the identity of the survivor who went to the farm to collect medicine, Gavin estimated that she was either a resident of a loosely connected house or had simply left the farm area and was a worker or a family member of the owner of another small farm nearby.

As for whether she might be a farmer?

At least two years ago, there were no farms in this area where women were in charge.

They continued through the town without encountering any new zombies. However, after leaving the town, Gavin tightened his grip on the reins and gave the two a reminder.

"Stay vigilant on the road ahead. The pack of dogs can only attract zombies within a few kilometers at most. Beyond that range, there will likely be some zombies remaining in scattered residential areas!"

"receive."

"clear."

Steve and Madison agreed, then proceeded more cautiously forward.

After walking about two kilometers and passing five wooden houses,

The three stopped in their tracks because they saw two corpses.

Gavin surveyed the surroundings and, after confirming there were no zombies nearby, dismounted and went to examine the corpse.

The two corpses were about 26 meters apart, one male and one female. Gavin first examined the male body that was closer to them, his gaze sweeping over the corpse's head and chest, and then he spoke.

"Number 12 buckshot, judging from the dispersion, there were about two shots, one to the chest and one to the head, but I can't tell what kind of gun it was."

"It should be a double tube."

Steve rode past the male corpse, then came to the female corpse. He dismounted, turned the female corpse over, looked at the wounds, and said...

"Two shots, one to the chest and one to the head. The shooter had a good reload speed, completing the reload in two seconds and killing two people at a distance of about thirty meters while escaping the zombie horde!"

At this point, Steve walked to the roadside and pointed to the messy footprints on the ground.

"Look, there are many footprints here, in all directions. As for the number... I can only estimate roughly, probably less than fifteen zombies."

"Fifteen..."

Upon hearing the number, Gavin nodded; it was still within the range that the three of them could bear.

Or rather, given his and Steve's rapid-fire revolver skills, as long as there are no more than twelve zombies, they basically only need one round of rapid fire.

As for why the zombies gathered here...

Gavin looked into the distance, compared the distances to the surrounding buildings, and said thoughtfully to Steve.

"This survivor was probably in a hurry. As she was heading to the town, the sound of her horse's hooves likely alerted the zombies, causing them to gather along the way and follow her toward the town."

"So when she returned, she encountered the zombies that were tracking her."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we should find similar corpses ahead, because the loosely distributed living areas are spread over nearly thirteen kilometers. Within this distance, it is difficult for zombies to gather into a large group, but rather they will be scattered into small groups of zombies."

"Let's keep chasing. We should see more bodies within three kilometers at most."

"indeed."

Steve returned to his horse, adjusted his direction, and spoke.

"About three to five kilometers apart, there are always a few families who like to live close together. Only in that kind of residential area can small groups of zombies gather together."

"Yes, let's continue searching forward. Hopefully, the survivors won't die along the way."

Gavin nodded and led the three of them onward.

Sure enough, they found a new body just 1.2 kilometers away.

There was only one body this time, and the wounds were very clear, which Gavin could see clearly without dismounting.

He glanced at it and smiled.

"The survivor only used one shot this time, a No. 12 buckshot that hit her head with one shot. She started to conserve bullets, probably because she guessed that she would encounter more small zombie groups later."

Having said that, Gavin urged his horse to continue forward.

1.4 kilometers away, a corpse, shot in the head.

Two and a half kilometers away, three corpses lay within a distance of nearly forty meters. Gavin and Steve dismounted to examine the bodies.

After a brief investigation, Steve frowned and said...

“This zombie horde is quite large; I suspect it gathered near the veterinary station about two kilometers away.”

“There are at least thirty houses surrounding Old Bert’s veterinary station, but this horde of zombies has at least forty of them, and their chaotic movements are giving me a headache.”

"A veterinary station?"

Upon hearing Steve's words, Gavin suddenly remembered something, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

After a moment, Gavin said thoughtfully.

"It seems this survivor isn't from our farm..."

"why?"

Madison stuck his head out of the car window and asked.

Upon hearing this, Steve smiled knowingly and responded on Gavin's behalf.

"Almost everyone on our farm knows Old Bert well. He spends most of his time going back and forth between the veterinary station, the blacksmith shop, and the town hospital." "No matter who he runs into, Old Bert likes to exchange a few sarcastic remarks with them and chat about how effective veterinary drugs are."

"The Bert family started out as blacksmiths, and the reason why old Bert became a veterinarian can be traced back to his grandfather."

"His grandfather participated in World War II and was fortunate enough to be discharged from Omaha Beach after being wounded. After returning home, he was hit by a wild boar while hunting, which aggravated his old injury. The wound became infected and he almost died."

“Back then, this farm area did not belong to us. The farm town was just a place where many farmers bought and sold livestock and held livestock competitions.”

"In short, there was no hospital in the town at that time. It was only thanks to old Bert's grandmother borrowing some veterinary disinfectant that his grandfather's life was saved."

“From then on, old Bert’s grandfather and father began to learn veterinary techniques, which were passed down to old Bert many years later.”

"However, compared to treating cattle and horses, their whole family seems to be more enthusiastic about using veterinary medicine to treat people."

"so……"

At this point, Steve spread his hands and smiled at Madison.

“If this survivor were from our farm, she would most likely have tried to find some disinfectant at the veterinary station when she passed by, since the old Bert family’s story is too famous on our farm.”

"Yes."

Gavin, standing nearby, affirmed Steve's statement, then mounted his horse and continued onward.

He continued speaking as he moved forward.

"If the survivor approaches the town before us, she will become the target of the zombie dogs and hordes of zombies before us."

“Since she wasn’t in town before us, she has no reason to know that the zombies in town have been lured away by us.”

"For her, the town was a place many times more dangerous than the veterinary station, but she still abandoned the veterinary station and chose to venture into the town to collect legitimate medicines."

"Tsk tsk, I'm kind of looking forward to meeting her. I can't say anything about her intelligence, but her courage is definitely beyond the average person!"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but show a smile of admiration.

This survivor's courage is extraordinary; he dared to venture alone into a town teeming with hundreds of zombies.

Moreover, based on the circumstances, it is highly likely that this survivor was searching for medicine for one of her relatives or companions.

Would you dare to do something so risky for someone other than yourself?
Gavin felt that he could only find someone with such courage and a sense of justice in the early days of the apocalypse.

As time goes by, most of these people are forced by circumstances to take risks time and time again.

This kind of person would be the most suitable companion.

However, these people are often among the first survivors to die.

Hearing Gavin's words from the side.

Madison patted the steering wheel and laughed.

"From what you've said, I'm getting more and more excited to meet her, boss."

"Who knows, we might run into a Lara Crawford next who's got the aura of a mature, sophisticated woman, plus strong thighs and a big butt!"

"Haha."

Gavin was amused by Madison's remark, and he responded to Madison with a smile.

"Actually, I prefer someone like Daenerys Targaryen, but someone like Laura isn't bad either. Anyway, I hope she can live to deliver the medicine to her family or companions!"

After offering their final blessing to the survivors, the three followed the trail of corpses until they reached the airport.

I stopped outside the airport, looking at the thirteen helicopters parked inside, and then at the bloodstains and three bodies left on the ground.

Gavin dismounted and walked to the nearest corpse, rubbed the dried bloodstains with his foot, and frowned.

"They're definitely not from our farm, because the area east of the airport is no longer our farm's territory."

"The zombie blood has completely dried, so the survivor probably acted at night. Perhaps the survivor's companion's injuries worsened at night, or perhaps the survivor felt that it would be safer to act at night."

At this point, Gavin raised his head and looked towards the distant grassland.

After Madison and Steve had been observing through binoculars for a while, Madison suddenly raised his binoculars and spoke.

"Look over there, isn't a section of the iron railing over there collapsed?"

"Which way?"

Gavin asked the question back while making out the direction Madison was pointing.

Before Madison could give a specific answer, he picked up his binoculars and looked over. Sure enough, he saw a small section of the simple iron fence used to mark the edge of his farm had collapsed about two kilometers away.

"That's great!"

Upon seeing this, Gavin immediately burst out laughing.

"She led all the zombies away. The zombie horde she attracted broke through the fence and left our farm. The majority of the zombies in the loosely populated living area that we were worried about have probably been lured away by her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin spurred his horse to the fence and looked with satisfaction at the nearly twenty-meter-long fence that had fallen to the ground.

After scanning the area, Gavin dismounted and went to a section of the wire fence that had been cut off, showing the two men the damaged section, which was about 160 centimeters high and 100 centimeters wide.

Gavin said as he demonstrated.

"She cut through the fence and entered our farm. Indeed, the airport gate should have been locked. It would be difficult to open the lock without shooting. This survivor probably didn't want to shoot easily."

"Let's go, let's continue in this direction, maybe we'll find something next."

"About 48 kilometers east of here is the Native American settlement, where there is also a Native American hospital."

“Since the survivor chose to come to our town to find medicine, the distance from where she was hiding to our town should be shorter than the distance from her to the Indian hospital!”

After saying that, Gavin mounted his horse, leaped over the collapsed fence, and began to track the zombies in the direction they were heading.

Steve and Madison followed him to a wide meadow, observing the direction of the zombie footprints.

After chasing for nearly a kilometer, Steve spurred his horse forward for a short trot, raised his hand and pointed to the ground, saying...

"Boss, the road ahead is covered by zombie footprints, I can't see anything."

"But after arriving here, a series of hoof prints were moved out from the zombie footprints, indicating that she must have already shaken off the zombies by the time she rushed here."

"The zombie's footprints continued forward in the direction she had originally left, while she rode her horse northeast."

At this point, Steve suddenly paused for a moment, then couldn't help but continue.

"Wait, northeast, could that be David's farm? I've always heard that besides his two sons, the old man also has a precious daughter."

"Of course, I've only heard about it. After all, David and his wife have been divorced for over a decade, and his youngest son and the legendary daughter have long been taken to New York by his wife to live a good life."

At this point, Steve raised his hand and pointed northeast.

"So, boss, how about we try our luck at David's farm?"

"Of course, since you know the way, then lead the way."

Gavin agreed with Steve's suggestion, since he couldn't remember who his farm's current neighbors were.

And all the neighboring farmers he knew when he was a child were acquired and merged by him one by one after he grew up...

Thinking of this, Gavin suddenly swallowed.

Because he had just remembered that although he was the core of Gavin Farm, he was also a superstar in Texas and even the whole of America.

But in the Richards Lake Farms region, he seems to be the enemy that every small farmer wants to get rid of!

(End of this chapter)