The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

With a swing of the heavily forged machete, the blade easily shattered the zombie's shoulder blades, then cut through the soft flesh to the zombie's groin, causing the zombie to collapse paralyzed, its organs spilling onto the ground.

The axe slammed down, easily shattering the zombie's fragile head, which exploded like a watermelon.

Aside from the melee weapons in their hands, every part of the black-armored warrior's body is a deadly weapon. The backs of their hands are equipped with brass knuckles, and a single punch can smash a zombie's head.

With a flick of the elbow, the sharp triangular spikes can pierce through every part of the zombie.

The armored figures had thick armor on the backs of their hands and forearms. One of them chopped a zombie in half with his right hand, raised his left hand to grab the neck of an oncoming zombie, and stretched it to the right.

His companion on the right brandished his machete, a flash of cold light, and chopped off the corpse's head.

They cooperated seamlessly, looking out for each other. In just a few minutes, the small horde of dozens of zombies was completely wiped out, turning into a pool of blood and gore.

The group of black-armored warriors shook the black blood off their weapons, wiped them clean, and held them in their hands, their chests not even heaving violently.

Two men stood at the head of the group. The taller one removed his helmet, revealing a short, stiff beard and sharp-eyed Asian face—Glen.

Glenn didn't even glance at the zombie corpses at his feet; there were only a few dozen of them, enough to give them a simple warm-up.

The person standing next to him also took off his helmet, revealing Maggie, who had short, feminine hair. Maggie's light green eyes were resolute, and she briefly discussed the matter with Glenn.

Glenn then gave the order, "You two go this way, there's a tavern and a small shop over there, and you two go that way, those are residential areas..."

Glenn's allocation was simple and reasonable; he quickly assigned areas, and everyone dispersed.

Only Glenn and Maggie remained.

Glenn glanced at his teammates' retreating figures and silently prayed for their safe return.

Then Glenn said softly, "Let's go too."

Maggie had already put on her helmet and was warily looking around. She didn't let up on her machete at all as she strode towards her area.

The two stood one in front of the other, each keeping a watchful eye on their respective sides with perfect coordination.

The area they were targeting contained pubs and restaurants, and as usual, they went to a pub first.

Although the restaurant sounds like it has plenty of food, anyone who has been scavenging for a long time knows that restaurants are among the first places to be looted or searched in the apocalypse, and they probably can't even keep rats alive.

The tavern door was gently pushed open; the old, unlubricated wooden door made a loud noise, instantly putting everyone inside on edge.

At the same time, Glenn also noticed someone inside, lunged to the side, and pulled Maggie down at the same time.

The moment he fell, a hail of bullets flew through the wooden door, and shattered glass and pieces of wood slammed into the armor.

Maggie, supporting herself against the wall, immediately stood up. Her carbine was already loaded, and without even aiming, she simply poked the muzzle out and fired.

Although the aim was off, the firepower of the automatic rifle still forced the people inside to take cover.

Without the suppressive fire, Glenn quickly stood up, made a few gestures to Maggie, and Maggie quickly understood and nodded.

Glenn, gun in hand, ran quickly around the tavern.

Once the gunshots are heard, the other team members will definitely gather here, so all he needs to do is block them and prevent them from leaving.

He darted out and approached the back door.

Before Glenn could stop them, the back door opened and two burly men with guns ran out, panting and cursing as they ran.

bang bang bang-

The bullet shot out of the gun like a tongue of fire.

Glenn's hand was steady, and his bullets had an extremely high hit rate. He hit two big men, who fell down after screaming twice.

The few who hadn't yet rushed out the back door saw the horrific state of their companions, their eyes darting around. They pressed themselves against the wall and fired at the spot where Glenn had fired.

Unfortunately, the bullet missed.

Glenn hid behind cover the moment he killed the two men.

Glenn hid in the corner of the tavern building, bullets whizzing past, only two or three meters away from him.

The sound of bullets whizzing past did not evoke any fear in Glenn; he simply wondered in his mind when the enemy's magazine would be empty.

The next second, a clicking sound came.

They need to reload!

With this thought in mind, Glenn turned to the side, pulled out a dagger, and thrust it forward.

The dagger had just been extended when a bullet came right after it, knocking the dagger away.

"Damn, I missed him."

"Damn it, he didn't even get out."

"..."

After a few curses, the bullets continued to fire.

Glenn's expression remained unchanged; with this alternating barrage, he had no chance of killing his opponent.

Seeing that Glenn still hadn't come out, the men at the back door exchanged glances and silently selected two of them to quickly walk out under the cover of gunfire.

They walked quickly, bending over, their steps cautious.

But just seconds after they stepped out, gunshots rang out, bullets pierced their bodies, and they fell to the ground with their eyes wide open as blood splattered.

Glenn dodged around the corner and glanced at a crooked tree a few meters away.

There was a broken mirror leaning against a tree; Glenn had set it up when he ran to the back door.

From this angle, you can easily see the situation at the back door.

At that moment, the other party also noticed the mirror, and in a fit of anger, shot and shattered it.

However, even after shattering the mirror, their fear prevented them from taking a single step out the back door.

Glenn raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

Time is up!

Da da da—

Gunshots, like those of a typewriter, rang out, and bullets with a much higher rate of fire rained down on the back door and the adjacent walls.

After a few screams, the people inside the back door hid and dared not come out.

On either side of the back door, several armored warriors carrying steel guns emerged from the streets. They took turns firing, suppressing the people inside the house.

Glenn revealed himself, nodded to them, and then quickly ran towards Maggie's location.

With a large force approaching from the rear, the enemy has no chance of escaping. Under the pressure of death, they will charge towards the front gate.

When Glenn arrived at the front door, he saw Maggie blocking the entrance. He shuddered and fell backward.

Maggie got shot?!

Glenn's eyes turned red instantly. He rushed forward with his gun in hand, just in time to run into an enemy who was running away with his gun.

Having undergone professional military training, Glenn fired first, and his bullet struck his opponent like a heavy hammer.

In a cloud of blood mist, the other person's head lolled to the side, and they were dead.

After Glenn finished off his opponent, he slid in on Maggie, put his arms around her, and with trembling fingers, removed her faceplate.

"Maggie, Maggie, don't die..."

Glenn's voice trembled as he spoke.

The mask was removed, revealing Maggie's slightly pale face, her eyes tightly closed.

Glenn looked as if he had been struck by lightning; his eyes were lifeless and his mouth was slightly open.