Doomsday America

Chapter 96 Don't Use a VPN
Shaking his head to dispel the bad impressions of the farm, Gavin spurred his horse to catch up with Steve, leaving the road and entering the pasture, heading northeast.

Madison drove along, bored, following behind the two. After traveling only about four kilometers, Steve stopped on a small hill.

He raised his binoculars, glanced at the scene, then pointed into the distance and said.

"Boss, this should be it. Look in front of David's manor, there's more than one corpse there!"

"That's somewhat possible."

Gavin was also looking through his binoculars. In his eyes, there were six corpses piled up outside the small stone house 1.3 kilometers away.

Aside from the body, Gavin saw no other signs of human habitation.

There were no clothes drying, no signs of human activity, no lights, and not even a horse in sight.

Seeing this, Gavin lowered his binoculars, gripped the reins tightly with his left hand, and casually placed his right hand near the Colt Python's holster.

He then spoke to Steve and the other man.

"Survivors have been spotted here, but whether they still live here is currently impossible to determine."

"Perhaps the survivors consciously concealed their tracks, or perhaps they moved to other nearby farms."

"In any case, we approached the main gate on the way back, which made us appear less hostile."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin spurred his horse forward, leading the two back onto the path, and along the path to the gate, which was about two hundred meters in front of the small manor.

Standing here, Gavin looked at the entire estate through his binoculars.

At the same time, Madison whispered a reminder from behind Gavin.

"Boss, the curtain on the far right of the second floor of the manor seems to have moved!"

"Is it?"

Upon hearing Madison's statement, Gavin focused his attention on the target curtain.

Indeed, there was a slight ripple in one corner of the curtain, as if blown by the wind.

Looking at the almost invisible ripples, Steve waved his hand behind him in admiration and gave Madison a thumbs up.

"Wow, Madison, you have great eyesight! I didn't even see that curtain!"

"Ha, I play rugby, so how does the boss describe our sport? You have to look in six directions and listen in at least eight!"

Madison responded with a smile, then opened the car door, got out, and looked around with binoculars.

The surrounding grasslands are very open, with flat grasslands and rivers everywhere except for the forest at the far end of the field of vision.

In addition, there is a small lake about two kilometers southwest of the manor.

Eastern and central Texas are mostly plains with abundant waterways, while western Texas transforms into the sandy and plateau landscapes often depicted in Western films.

After scanning the landscape to confirm that the field of vision was extremely wide and that there were no zombies in sight,

Old Mai put down his binoculars and gave Gavin a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Gavin rode his horse to the manor gate, hoping to find the doorbell.

After searching around...

Very well, there's no doorbell at all, just a small, swaying bronze bell standing by the door.

Gavin went to the small bronze bell, which was thirty centimeters thick, grabbed the rope, and started shaking it.

dong dong...

After a few sounds, there was no response from the manor, as if no one was there.

Seeing this, Gavin turned around, shrugged at Steve and the other man, and then couldn't help but laugh.

"Look, they don't seem to like seeing us."

"I understand. The three of us walking together does look a bit dangerous. If a woman were hiding inside, she would only see us as even more dangerous!"

As Steve responded to Gavin, Gavin continued to shake the bronze bell.

clang clang clang clang...

"Wangwang!"

This time there was finally a response, but it wasn't from a person, it was from a dog!
Accompanied by loud barking, a European-style cream-colored golden retriever frolicked out of the dog hole in the manor gate.

From a distance, the golden retriever, with a silly grin on its face and a lisp sticking out of its mouth, charged toward Gavin and his two companions.

Upon seeing the blond-haired man, Steve gripped his pistol nervously and asked cautiously.

"This...this is a live dog, isn't it?"

"Of course, it's still smiling at us!"

Gavin answered Steve with a smile, and at the same time dismounted.

By the time he grabbed the tightly closed door, the cream-colored golden retriever had already pounced on the opposite side of him, peeking its fluffy head out through the crack in the door.

Seeing this, Gavin raised his hand and rubbed the dog's head. The golden retriever immediately let out a happy whimper and excitedly flicked its tail, leaving a blur of motion.

The golden retriever didn't care who came.

How could there be bad people among humans?
Steve walked over to Gavin's side and tapped the handle of his gun with his finger.

Steve made a slight sound as the holster moved the bullet belt, and after Gavin reminded him, he stared intently at the gun-wielding woman who walked out of the manor.

Upon hearing Steve's prompting, Gavin rubbed his head and looked up at the woman who was carrying an S686 as she walked out of the manor.

After a glance, Gavin narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

The guns matched, but was it really this girl?
This girl looks to be only a little over 1.6 meters tall, and her face looks like a doll's, with red lips and white teeth, white with a rosy glow, red like blood... Hmm, there's blood on her hoodie!
As for the girl's age, Gavin had a hard time guessing accurately, because for young women in Europe and America, the age between sixteen and twenty-three or twenty-four is really hard to tell.

Gavin could only guess that she was roughly in that age range, but he couldn't tell whether she was sixteen or seventeen or twenty-three or twenty-four.

However, her blonde hair was quite long, and it vaguely reached down to her buttocks.

From a distance, the woman warily aimed her shotgun at Gavin and his group, while shouting at the blond-haired man.

"Bruce, come back, Bruce!"

"Ha, its name is Bruce? That's a good name."

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Gavin rubbed his head one last time before standing up.

He raised his hands slightly to the sides, indicating to the woman that he had no intention of using the gun, while continuing to shout at her.

"This is David's farm, right? Who are you to him? Is David still alive?"

"You know my father?"

This made the woman relax her guard a little. She lowered the muzzle of her gun and cautiously approached the door with the gun in hand.

As she approached, she pressed Gavin for answers.

"Are you guys from the nearby farms too? Can you tell me which farm? You... wait, you are... you are... you are actually that freakish quarterback from the Cowboys!"

"Uh... at least I know you're not a fan of me or the Cowboys."

Gavin chuckled and put his hand down, then bent down and rubbed the dog's head.

Meanwhile, the woman's guard dropped lower and lower, and she even started jogging towards the gate.

She continued shouting to Gavin as she ran.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. I meant... I'm a Giants fan, the New York Giants!"

Upon hearing this, Gavin was taken aback, then gave the woman a reassuring smile.

"That's really tough. We're in the same division as the Giants, and your former team hasn't been doing so well these past few years because of my dominance."

At this point, Gavin released the golden retriever who was standing in front of the door, and waited for the woman to come to the other side of the door.

When she got within about twenty meters of Gavin and his group, the woman finally hesitated and stopped, pointing her gun at the ground and saying in shock.

"It really is you! Good heavens, how did you end up here?" "Oh right, I remember now, I've heard my dad mention you more than once. Your hometown is in the Richard Lake Farm District!"

"But my dad doesn't have a good reputation for you. The things he says about you sound even harsher than what my mom says about you."

"By the way, my mom doesn't actually swear much, but she's been a huge fan of the Giants since she was little, you can understand, right?"

At this point, the woman scrutinized Gavin and his group's movements. After confirming that no one was making any unusual moves, she took a few more steps forward, slowly approaching within ten meters of Gavin.

At the same time, Gavin nodded and smiled.

"Of course I understand. I've been a Cowboys fan since I was a kid, and I used to criticize Giants players too. I even criticized the New York Knicks, who play basketball!"

"Is that so? Well, now that you've won five consecutive championships, do you still criticize me?"

The woman asked a question in return while shifting her gaze to Steve, then looked warily at Madison in the Bird of Raptor.

Noticing the woman's gaze, Gavin smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not cursing anymore, because I can just beat them up on the field. By the way, this is Madison, my guard, and over there is Steve, my brother and the chief cowboy of my family's ranch!"

"Madison Konacek? The one who's always bragging in the media that he's the best striker?"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, the woman looked at Madison with suspicion, as she couldn't quite make out Madison's appearance.

Gavin sensed the woman's suspicion, so he beckoned to Madison, who immediately jumped out of the car.

"Wow……"

The woman stared blankly at Madison, who was taller than most people, for a moment, then went to the door, pushed aside the frolicking dog, and opened the door.

As she opened the door, she stepped aside to let her gun pass, saying...

"It really is you guys? This is a bit unbelievable. How did you manage to escape from the big city?"

"You all know how terrible it is outside, right? The internet is down, and people have turned into wild animals. They bite people, infect people, and they never get tired no matter how much they run. Haven't you encountered this situation?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman belatedly glanced at the open door and took two steps back, looking slightly nervous.

Noticing the woman's nervousness, Gavin waved to Steve and Michael, and said something.

"You call zombies beasts? Haven't you seen any zombie movies or TV shows?"

"Uh, my mom didn't allow me to watch TV before she died. She was super strict with me. But after she left me, I got used to that kind of life. So what is a zombie?"

The woman whispered a question back to Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin pulled Octavian up and naturally walked into the woman's courtyard.

As they walked, Gavin continued speaking to the woman who kept backing away.

"Since you haven't seen similar movies or TV shows, let's put aside the zombie issue for now. Do you have an injured person in your family? Were you the one who went to the town hospital to get antibiotics?"

"What? You came from the town hospital? My God! You guys are amazing! I thought you just happened to come here by chance!"

The woman immediately gasped in surprise, then her face turned deathly pale, making her already strikingly white complexion even paler.

She walked up to Gavin with a pale face, quickened her pace, and led Gavin and his group toward the manor, saying to Gavin as she did so.

“I do have a wounded person at home, and he is seriously injured and has lost a lot of blood. I don’t know how to treat him, so I can only bandage him up haphazardly.”

“He had a high fever last night and kept talking nonsense. I didn’t know how to help him, but I knew that finding some antibiotics would be the right thing to do, so I went to the town.”

"By the way, that hospital belongs to your family, right? I'm so sorry, I thought you were all dead... I'm so sorry..."

"In any case, he really needs help. You've come just in time. I'm Nikita, Nikita Starbucks. It's nice to meet you."

"Walter?"

Beside him, Steve narrowed his eyes suspiciously and instinctively asked Nikita.

"Isn't your dad's last name David?"

"Uh... I take my maternal grandmother's surname, and my parents... they've been divorced for a long time..."

Nikita explained, and then opened the door for the three of them.

Gavin and his party parked their carriages at the entrance and then followed them into the manor, where Nikita led them to the second floor.

Following Nikita all the way to the rightmost bedroom, Nikita stood at the door and took an exaggerated deep breath.

Just as Gavin was wondering why she was taking a deep breath, Nikita opened the door and led the three of them to the wounded man's bedside.

Gavin couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at the wounded man on the bed, whose upper body was only covered by a blanket, and the several bows on the bandages around the mummy's waist, abdomen, and thighs.

"This... the bandaging is quite unique..."

In a jest, Gavin came to the bedside and reached out to brush away the bloodstains, revealing a bit of bandage.

"call……"

The man on the bed took a deep breath, opened his eyes, frowned as he looked at Gavin, then immediately closed his eyes again and continued humming.

Steve and Madison came to the opposite side of the bed, and Steve looked at the bloodstains and said to Gavin.

"Boss, there are two wounds. The one on the outside of the right thigh is clearly a laceration, and the bandage is poorly applied; the wound is almost exposed. The wound on the right abdomen is..."

Steve hesitated for a moment, then squatted down, looked at the blood-soaked bed, and said with certainty.

"The wound is a penetrating wound in the right abdomen, but the bleeding is not much, so it should not have damaged the kidney."

At this point, Steve smiled and turned to Nikita, asking a question.

"This guy's lucky. Is he your boyfriend?"

"Boy friend?"

Nikita tilted her head and paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, it's not like that. My eighteenth birthday isn't until more than two weeks later. My mom says I can't... date until I'm an adult..."

At this point, Nikita lowered her head uncomfortably, feeling extremely ashamed that she had never been in a relationship at her age.

Upon hearing this, Steve gave Nikita a thumbs-up in surprise, and then said to Gavin.

"Boss, this kid's pretty tough. He's so young and he's already wreaked havoc in the living quarters. He must have played a lot of frisbee. So what should we do? Should we take them back to camp for treatment?"

"Yes, we need to take them back."

Gavin nodded affirmatively, then turned on the walkie-talkie, tuned it to frequency two, and said.

"Albert, this is Gavin. You have a laceration to your thigh and a penetrating wound to the edge of your abdomen. Are you confident you can treat this?"

"Fuck! Who's injured?! Anyone bleeding heavily?! Stop the bleeding! Come back here! I'll handle this!" Albert's shouts were deafening.

“Don’t worry, we’re fine, but we found two survivors, one of whom is seriously injured,” Gavin explained.

“Oh, that’s all right now. Bring them back. How long have the survivors been injured? Have they had any major bleeding?” Old Bert continued to ask.

Upon hearing this, Gavin checked the amount of bleeding and responded.

"There was no major bleeding, just a slight fever. By the way, when was he injured?"

Gavin casually asked Nikita.

When Gavin asked her question, Nikita's face turned pale again, and she answered Gavin weakly.

"He was injured at 2 PM yesterday. The wound was caused by a No. 12 buckshot shell, fired from 55 meters away at a height difference of nearly 6 meters..."

"Good, the information is very detailed. Since it's a gunshot wound, you were in a firefight? Are there any other survivors around here? Your complexion..."

Gavin instinctively asked Nikita a few questions, but as he asked, he suddenly stopped when he saw Nikita's expression.

At the same time, Nikita lowered his head, looked at his boots, and said with his head down.

"You guessed it, didn't you? Yes, it was me who hit it..."

(End of this chapter)