The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

"Hand over the food, and we'll let you go."

When the governor said this, his face was full of sincerity, but his eyes were full of mockery.

Not only the governor, but Martinez and his men also knew that the governor was lying.

The survivors inside the building had no choice: insufficient firepower meant they couldn't win a fight, and they couldn't escape.

Forced into a corner, the leader of the survivors quietly opened the door and raised his hands.

To prove he hadn't brought any weapons, he took off his shirt, revealing his thin, bony body.

The wind blew and the man shivered all over.

His voice trembled as he said, "I am their leader."

The man turned to his companion and said, "Bring out all the food."

Two or three equally emaciated people emerged from the shadows inside the door, taking out two travel bags, the contents of which looked rather empty.

After putting down their bags, they quickly retreated.

The governor's eye twitched, and he glanced at Martinez.

Martinez knew something was wrong; how come they only had so little food?

"Bring that bag over here."

Two henchmen quickly stepped forward, picked up the bag, and threw it in front of Martinez.

Martinez handed the gun to his subordinate, opened his travel bag, and his face turned pale.

There was only two-thirds of the food inside; the travel bag wasn't very big to begin with, and it wasn't even full.

Martinez had already anticipated the governor's wrath.

Sure enough, the governor didn't even bother to maintain his smile; his voice, tinged with coldness, rang out:

"Kill them all."

The survivor leader, whose hands were still raised, froze, his expression hardening, and stammered, "Wait, wait a minute..."

bang——

The bullet pierced the man's thin chest, and a spray of blood exploded, staining the door behind him red.

His knees buckled, and the man knelt on the ground, head bowed.

The governor strode over, kicked the man aside, fired a shot that struck the lock, and burst inside.

The men at the back door also attacked at the same time.

The number of survivors was small, and the governor's side quickly killed them with automatic rifles.

The smell of blood wafted into his nostrils, and the governor squinted, taking a deep, enjoyable inhalation.

Opening his eyes, the governor stood amidst a group of corpses, pointed to a wooden chair beside him, and said, "Give it to me."

The subordinate next to the wooden chair quickly handed it over.

The governor took the wooden chair, smashed it on the ground, picked up a wooden leg from the wreckage, and waved it around.

Once you feel the weight is right, swing it down hard.

The wooden leg struck the corpse's head heavily, one blow after another.

The governor's exertion was so great that it could no longer be considered as eliminating the enemy; it was more like venting anger and committing atrocities.

The governor did not stand up until the heads of the corpses on the ground had all turned into mincemeat.

The governor dropped the stick, smoothed his hair, noticed a little meat sauce on his hand, and frowned, saying, "Paper."

While wiping his hands with a tissue, he said, "That's disgusting."

After wiping it clean, the governor stepped out, casually tossing out a single sentence.

"Take everything with you, and don't leave any bullets or weapons behind."

Several of the men who remained in the room, after holding it in for a long time, turned their heads and vomited all over the floor.

The others, who had been holding it in, joined in vomiting as soon as they smelled the vomit.

The governor walked out of the building, glanced at Martin not far away, and said indifferently, "Martin, I won't hold this against you this time."

"Next time, next time find me a big fish."

Upon hearing that the governor would not hold it against him, Martinez couldn't help but smile and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

After speaking, the governor glanced at the man at his feet.

He wasn't dead after all; he weakly murmured, "Why...why? Didn't I...offer the food to...you?"

"Didn't I... beg for mercy?"

"We...we just want to...live!"

boom--

boom--

The governor grabbed a gun and smashed it on the man's forehead with the butt, muttering, "You bastard, with so little to eat, you might as well die."

"In your next life, give me more food, and I'll definitely make things easier for you."

After striking it a few times, the governor seemed to have vented his anger, and his expression returned to normal.

As he walked toward the vehicle, he casually shoved the gun, smeared with minced meat, into Martinez's arms as he passed by.

After the bloody battle, the governor and his entourage drove along the road toward Woodbury.

Midway through the journey, one of his men shouted, "Helicopter! There's a helicopter!"

The excited subordinates stared intently at the helicopter flying overhead, their eyes gleaming.

The helicopter's flight attitude was somewhat off, as if it was being pulled along by strong winds.

The governor, sitting in the back seat, raised his eyelids and looked at the helicopter.

The helicopter was seen falling into the woods nearby, its altitude decreasing as if it were about to crash.

The governor shouted urgently, "Chase after them! Hurry up!"

Urged on, the convoy sped up and rushed into the woods.

Before the governor and his entourage could even get close to the grove, a loud explosion could be heard from afar.

The governor's face turned cold. Driven by greed, he thought, "Maybe he still has some good stuff left."

Besides helicopters, there might be other heavy weapons.

The governor continued to urge, "Speed ​​up, speed up, get through!"

After a whirlwind of speed, the governor and his entourage finally approached the site of the explosion.

In the woods, there was a clearing of grass, and the helicopter lay on the grass.

Debris from the helicopter wreckage was scattered everywhere, a truly horrific sight.

One of the blades was stuck in the ground, one was bent almost broken, and only one remained intact.

The helicopter's windshield and everything else shattered, and parts were scattered all over the ground.

From a distance, you can see several bodies next to the helicopter.

Two bodies were cut in half at the waist, with the upper and lower parts separated by a great distance.

The governor, seeing that the helicopter was now just wreckage, put his hands on his hips and calmed down considerably.

He waved his hand, "Search everything and see if there are any more weapons or ammunition."

After speaking, the governor watched his men work, then walked to the side and looked around at everything, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

For some reason, the governor felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, the half-corpse at the governor's feet slowly transformed into a walking corpse.

The zombie opened its eyes again, which were murky and turbid. Its eyes locked onto the governor, and its hands crawled toward the governor.

The governor was intently observing his surroundings, his suspicions growing.

Suddenly, my leg was tugged.

The governor looked down and was immediately startled, so he stomped his other foot down.

After a few hard kicks, the half-dead corpse stopped moving.

The governor felt utterly disgusted by the soft, squishy feeling under his feet.

"Fuck—"

At this moment, the governor lost all interest in observing his surroundings.

In a bush in the distance, several figures hid behind, observing the governor's group's reactions, locking in information about each person and recording it.

Behind them was an intact helicopter.

The helicopter was obscured by dense tree branches, and its shape was strikingly similar to the one that had previously been suspected of crashing.