The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

The automatic rifle spat out a tongue of fire, continuously firing bullets.

The bullets were like sharp swords, piercing out suddenly and instantly sending one zombie and the zombies behind it flying. The zombies' flesh was also pierced, and their blood exploded into a bloody mist.

Moore suppressed the recoil, keeping the gun barrel aimed at the walker's chest, and twisted his body to the side.

The gun barrel spun, bullets streaked across the battlefield, and rows of zombies fell.

The walkers, along with the wall behind them, were covered in horrifying wounds. Some were almost cut in two, while others had lost control of their bodies and could only move their heads.

This demonstrates the power of firearms; they annihilated all the zombies in an instant, rendering them incapable of attack.

Moore stopped firing, secretly estimating the number of bullets remaining.

Hopefully Caesar can get here before he runs out of bullets, otherwise my dear brother will only see my corpse.

"Uncle is so amazing." The little girl ran a few steps, her innocent appearance very well-behaved.

Moore reached out to touch the little girl's head, but his hand froze in mid-air, covered in the blood of the zombies.

Unexpectedly, the little girl took two steps forward and, in the blink of an eye, pressed her cheek against Moore's palm.

Moore paused for a moment, then pinched Ida's cheek.

A child's face is so soft.

……

The zombies entered the basement time and time again, and thanks to the size of the entrance and exit, the number of zombies entering at one time was limited to a certain number.

However, the zombies can keep attacking.

In the basement, the walkers had built up sandbag-like defensive fortifications, blocking the newly appeared walkers from Mor.

Even when the zombies fall, they step on the soft corpses of their companions, and can't even stand up, so they can only crawl forward.

Moore pulled back the bolt, shifted the lever to switch to single-fire mode, and, with steady breathing, began firing bursts at the walkers.

bang bang bang-

The walkers died again, and Moore looked at the basement filled with their corpses, as if he could see the dawn of victory.

But Moore knew that he was running out of rifle bullets, and with the suppressive power of his pistol, he would most likely let the walkers get close again.

And now, his physical strength is almost completely exhausted.

The hoarse roar of the walkers rang out.

coming!

Moore raised his gun, aimed at the walker's head, and fired, one shot after another.

Not a single bullet was wasted.

But bullets are ultimately limited.

The next second, the rifle clicked, and Mohr's eyes widened—it was out of bullets.

The walker maintained its pace, staggering as it crawled out of the area beneath the entrance and exit, entered the basement, pushed aside the piled-up corpses of its companions, and waved its claws forward.

Moore casually tossed aside his rifle, drew it swiftly, and fired.

In just two seconds, the gun was fired.

The advancing zombies blocked the way, and somehow, even after Moore cleared them out, the zombies behind him continued to appear without any pause.

The number of zombies suddenly increased.

Moore grinned, bracing himself for the pressure, making sure every bullet hit the walker's head.

bang bang bang-

While firing, Moore moved toward the other side of the mother and daughter.

The pistol made quite a commotion, and all the walkers attacked Moore.

The pistol was used to suppress the walkers; the closer they got to Moore, the faster they died, each shot to the head.

Click—

The familiar sound of an empty gunshot rang out. Morley landed and threw his pistol, hitting a zombie right in front of him.

This time, the bullets were all gone, and it was much more dangerous than the last time, with the zombies right in front of them.

Moore drew his machete, cleanly slicing down a zombie, then turned and swung the machete again.

With a slight sway, Mo'er, lacking strength, staggered a few times and lost his balance.

A zombie appeared behind him, its mouth snapping at the back of Moore's neck.

Moore keenly sensed it, turned around and blocked with his arm, about to cut down the walking corpse in front of him.

A zombie lunged at him from the right, and Moore's right hand was also restricted.

Fuck you!

With a roar, Moore kicked out with his right foot, sending the zombie flying.

He slashed down with his right hand at the zombie that was blocking his attack.

Before he could even feel happy, the zombies suddenly surged up and crushed Moore.

Moore raised his right hand, trying to cut a way out, but when he swung it down, the sharp cleaver got stuck in the neck of a zombie.

Moor was slightly taken aback, only to find that the machete was no longer as sharp as before, and the blade had curled up.

It seems like this time I'm really... going to die.

As the zombies shoved him around, Moore felt as if all his bones had been removed, and he lost all his strength.

Moor looked at Ada, who was wailing not far away, and the images of Daryl, Caesar, and others appeared in his eyes. These figures eventually became his fathers.

That despicable man.

The person he wanted to kill, he ended up letting go.

"Oh--"

Moore gave a bitter smile, looked at the hideous zombie before him, and threw a punch. "Trying to kill me?"

Come on!

A surge of power, seemingly appearing from nowhere, compelled Moore to throw a punch; even if he couldn't survive, he would die in the battle.

Come on!

"Kill me!"

Boom—

bang——

At the entrance to the basement, a tall figure in black armor burst in, leaped forward, and let gravity pull him down.

It slammed heavily onto the zombie skeleton, the fragile flesh making cracking sounds.

The figure in the dark armor raised its head, and a murderous intent surged beneath its blood-red pupils.

Caesar raised his left arm in front of him, exerted all his muscles, and charged forward, smashing away every zombie that stood in his way like a bulldozer.

Entering the basement, Caesar's eyes swept across the area and quickly locked onto the mother and daughter.

He turned his body and changed direction to crash into them.

The zombies were no match for him, and in the blink of an eye, Caesar appeared before the mother and daughter.

Caesar gripped the zombie's head with one hand, then with a burst of strength in his right arm, smashed the zombie's head against the wall.

"Are you all alright?"

The mother and daughter were stunned; the overwhelming sense of power, ferocity, and bloodshed was palpable.

The mother mechanically shook her head, glanced at Mor trapped among the walkers, and then looked at Caesar in front of her.

They're the same protective armor, so why is there such a huge difference when you put them on?

Caesar nodded and turned to walk toward More.

A row of walkers outside the horde turned their heads, and Caesar swung his axe in a flourish, hacking from left to right.

A cold glint flashed, and the heads of the zombies flew in a row, rolling to the ground.

Caesar walked forward and crushed the zombie's head.

"Moll, you've been slacking off. You need to intensify your training when you get back to Yellowstone."

Moore struggled for a moment, his face flushed, and he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

He wanted to say that not everyone is as monstrous as Caesar, whose physical strength is unmatched by ordinary people. It can be said that Caesar is the most powerful person he has ever seen.

He suspected that even the pre-apocalyptic boxing champion Mike Tyson wouldn't be able to withstand a punch from Caesar.

In fact, More was right; Caesar's physical strength did indeed far exceed that of ordinary humans.

In fact, this force has continued to grow stronger over time, although at a much slower rate than at the beginning.