I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The surviving cannibals weren't foolish enough to assume the people before them would let them go. These heavily armed, fiercely combative individuals certainly wouldn't mind killing a few more people. It was winter, and food was scarce; a few more dead meant more food.

"Please, please don't kill me... I can do anything." The other man's legs were weak and he could only be dragged over.

"Quiet, now I ask you a question and you answer it. If your answer satisfies me, I will let you go, understand?" Suomi picked up one of them like a chicken and shouted sternly.

He nodded his head quickly like pounding garlic.

"Okay, come one by one, no talking, no crying. Circle off the vaults, gun stores, bookstores, game stores, record stores, bars, nightclubs, in short, all the places where you can eat and have fun!" Suomi pulled the two people apart fiercely and put a map in front of each of them.

Are you fucking kidding me?! How the hell do I know all the locations?! Why the hell don't you just ask Wikipedia?! The cannibal looked at the map, sweat dripping down his forehead. But his not-so-smart brain couldn't come up with any other ideas, so he could only circle the places he thought were there.

Although he tried to think of a way to escape while circling the area, he had no idea until he was almost done. He couldn't possibly use the map information as a threat, could he? He could just tear up the map and him.

Finally, the surviving survivors circled the densely drawn map and returned it to Suomi. No conflict occurred during this period.

[Look at this map. It's like a game from a certain potato company, all collection points.] Suomi compared the two maps and took a photo or screenshot with his eyes.

"Very good, I will act quickly, don't struggle." Mosin-Nagant took out his pistol, and Suomi silently retreated with the map.

"Damn it! I knew it! Wait! I have more information! Also, you need people to move the supplies! I can be a laborer!" One of them cried out in despair.

"No need." Mosin-Nagant fired two shots, executing the two people in front of him.

Mosin-Nagant had no intention of cooperating with the cannibals. It would be extremely dangerous to have people around who could eat the flesh and blood of their own kind without any burden.

Now, the church was silent. Humanoid figures paced amidst the blood and flesh on the ground, gathering intelligence and remaining old gun parts.

Although the task seemed complicated and lengthy, compared to the work I had done before, it was already easy and enjoyable. At least compared to the rebels and EILD creatures, these people were really weak.

"So, where do we start? And where do we store the supplies we've collected?" Suomi asked the Mosin-Nagant while putting away the weapons that still looked good.

Mosin-Nagant put away the only rifle here and said after thinking for two seconds.

[Would you like to find a relatively normal survivor camp to cooperate with? ]

Unbeknownst to the other survivors of Chicago, a terrifying group has descended upon the city.

46 Coming Soon

"Find someone to store things? No problem. Are the supplies enough?" Sun Yang communicated with Mosin-Nagant.

Sun Yang and his group have already driven to Jackson City. The T-dolls left in Chicago and Detroit can only receive video communication commands from Sun Yang and cannot get more support.

"I distributed some of the weapons and ammunition I collected, and the survivors agreed. But Commander, you can't send supplies over, right?" Mosin-Nagant turned his head, revealing a small survivor camp behind him.

Behind her, eight trembling survivors put away their pistols and shotguns. These survivors were currently living in a well-insulated house, while the humanoids had converted a house next to the camp into a warehouse.

The house has been surrounded by a mass of barbed wire, heavy metal sheets, and sandbags. There are even firing slits. Now the house looks more like a prison or a sentry post.

"Their residence had too weak defenses and too many loopholes, so I helped them upgrade the entire house. They can't thank me enough." Mosin-Nagant said as he stretched his body.

"Did the communication go smoothly? Did it cause any conflicts?" Sun Yang asked.

"Just fire two shots into the sky to lure the people out and shout. Commander, we are not children anymore, just leave this kind of mission to us." Mosin-Nagant patted his chest.

Normally, this wasn't considered a smooth exchange. Sun Yang thought about it and decided not to complain about it. As long as the problem could be solved, it was fine.

"That's fine. I won't give you any more instructions. Send me a message if there's anything else." Sun Yang closed the window and looked at the AR15 in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Sun Yang opened the map to see how far it was from Jackson City.

"I'm looking at you." AR15 replied immediately.

"Quite irritable." Sun Yang shrugged.

M4 on the other side couldn't bear it anymore and came up to give him a kiss. But she felt it wasn't enough, so she hugged Sun Yang's arm and pulled his palm down.

"Ayang, touch me too." AR15 hugged Sun Yang's remaining arm.

Sun Yang turned his arms and felt completely different feelings on both sides. The humanoid clothes were very warm, and his arms felt like they were wrapped in a hot water bottle.

"No, how should I work... Well, I can control it with my mind." Sun Yang used his mind to look at other things in the base.

"I, RO, beg you not to mess around in the car... Forget it, just don't do it too hard and turn the car over." RO said helplessly. She turned on the car player on the front of the car (which she found while collecting junk in Chicago), put a CD in it, and a melodious concerto started playing.

"Commander..." M4 hugged Sun Yang's arm, her legs nervously clamped around his fingers. As her fingertips explored and rubbed, M4 bit his shoulder, "Commander, I might have set the parameters too sensitive. Just be gentler. I like it to last longer..."

"Well, then on my side, don't stop, you must, you must not stop..." AR15 hummed softly, his body trembling.

[Brother 16, is this really okay? I've asked this many times.] RO privately chatted in the voice channel.

[Huh? What?] Sixteen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pulled out a tightly sealed bottle of mead from beneath his feet. There were also many other bottles of different drinks beneath his feet. These were the ones Sun Yang had specially found after visiting several wine cellars buried in the ruins.

"It's your turn to drive in an hour! Why are you still drinking? Brother 16! How did you get bribed by the Commander?" RO roared.

"RO, we're all letting loose, except for you. Are you the type who gets pleasure from following the rules?" 16 pulled the lid off the mead, and the rich aroma of alcohol gushed out.

Ton, tun, tun. Brother 16 smacked his lips and drank half a bottle directly.

"Aha! This stuff is no good. It tastes like beer, just a little sweet. It's been sitting there for over a decade for nothing. Uh, but the alcohol content is acceptable."

"I know I shouldn't be so nervous, but this is a mission after all. And T-dolls don't get drunk, do they?" RO complained in private chat.

"Uh, I added some parts to myself. That big-breasted Pascal and Drase, who's in charge of the humanoid maintenance, are very easy to talk to. Ah, the feeling of paralyzing my nerves is really strange. Don't worry, it will be over in ten minutes." Brother 16 drowsily closed his eyes, clutching the bottle of wine.

"Brother 16, Brother 16! I want to have a sip too! Ah! RO, don't drink it yet. You can't drink and drive." The dog sitting in the second row stuck his head forward.

"I know, but the next driver is already so drunk." RO shrugged.

"Here you go. Give some to the commanders at the back." Brother 16 handed the bottle over and Gou Zi took a sip himself.

"Huha~ That's fierce," Gouzi smacked her lips, but didn't react. She turned back to look at the commander in the third row, who was working hard, and M4 and 15, who were half-closed their eyes, and raised her brows. "Is this really comfortable?"

"Yeah, of course. Gouzi, stop staring at me. I'm a little shy." AR15 hugged Sun Yang's arm and buried his head in his shoulder.

"It's a bit late to talk about this now... You really don't treat us as outsiders. Want a couple of sips? I didn't feel anything after drinking this, it was just fuel." Gou Zi looked at the commander who was staring intently at the void and sweating, and then looked at his two teammates.

"Take a sip!" AR15 grabbed the bottle, took a sip, and exhaled. M4 happily took the rest.

"I don't object to you drinking, but please control your strength..." Sun Yang used his mind to adjust the order of his office equipment, that is, to organize his backpack. However, because there were so many things, it was very difficult for Sun Yang to organize them.

"Ayang, what are you busy with?" 15 pressed his entire body against Sun Yang. To be honest, if Sun Yang hadn't strengthened his body, he wouldn't have been able to bear it.

"No, I'm just tidying up the room. There's nothing going on at the base right now that requires my involvement." Sun Yang packed up the last few drip stones and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I'll leave it to you to take care of my reputation..." AR15 grabbed Sun Yang's hand. After taking a swig of wine, 15 let go.

"What are you asking for? This car only has so much space." Sun Yang pulled his hands away. The two men were hugging each other too tightly, and his arms were really uncomfortable, which caused dissatisfaction among 15 and M4.

"Tsk, it needs a car that is big enough." M4 said quite dissatisfiedly.

"15, M4, why are you so keen on doing this kind of thing? I still can't understand..." RO finally couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that I'm keen on it, I just wanted to do it before, but I didn't expect it to feel so good. The reward threshold for tactical humanoids is quite high, so I can be happy for a long time. Although I don't know the specific principle, I think this is pretty good." M4 said, touching his chin.

"Is it really that good?" RO glanced at the commander behind him, still unable to imagine himself moving on him.

"I feel it's pretty good." AR15 grabbed Sun Yang's pants stealthily, but was pulled back by Sun Yang.

"Ayang, let me have a bite." 15 said, pulling Sun Yang's pants.

"I reflected on it a little. It's okay when I'm sleeping, but I'm still driving now and it feels uneasy." Sun Yang shook his head.

The problem is that there's no room to move around in the car, and soon we'll have to get out to clean up the old car. We can't just go down and clean it up naked and come back.

After some fun, the small convoy drove south from the northernmost part of the United States, finally arriving on the outskirts of Jackson. The snow had thinned slightly, and the temperature had risen.

However, the road conditions were still terrible, and the number of infected people around them was not decreasing at all. Sun Yang and the humanoids killed hundreds of infected people who rushed out to be killed along the way. Sun Yang couldn't help but wonder where so many infected people came from. It had been more than ten years, and the original batch had long since died.

Forget it, don't dwell on this kind of question. Who knows how these fungal infectors are refreshed? Sun Yang only needs to know that these infectors can provide him with a small amount of souls.

Soon, the convoy stopped at the foot of the mountain near the hydroelectric power station. The town and the hydroelectric power station were nestled in the mountains, and the remaining distance would require walking. Sun Yang consulted the map and quickened his pace as much as possible.

The timeline of the first and second generations is several years apart, and the town has grown from a small town to a large settlement. If it is the time point of the first generation, then this place is still safe. If it is the second generation, then you have to hurry up.

Sun Yang launched several drones into the air to search the surrounding environment, while also moving his legs towards the mountains.

47 THE LAST OF US, but 2, but the timeline changes

The drone quickly located the only large settlement here, which could also be called a survivor camp.

Next to the camp is the hydroelectric power station. Further away are many abandoned, dilapidated towns and endless mountains and forests.

Fine snowflakes were already falling in the valley, and it seemed that a blizzard was about to come.

As Sun Yang advanced towards the settlement, he observed the camp from afar via a high-altitude drone. From the air, the camp appeared to be quite large, with various buildings in good repair and walls built to withstand small arms fire.

In the shabby, abandoned town, a checkpoint was set up for patrols to rest and resupply. The town was thriving, bustling with activity, even boasting vegetable greenhouses. It was a paradise in this apocalyptic world, no matter how you looked at it.

However, I couldn't find Joel and Ellie, and I don't know where they went. They might still be sleeping in the house.

I feel like I could just ask these people to help me farm. Looking at the people working on the vegetables in the greenhouse, Sun Yang already had an idea in mind. Asking the survivors to help find things is one thing, but producing for me is another.

It was decided that after Ellie's matter was settled, he would go and talk to the leaders here about the material trade. Sun Yang didn't think these people would refuse the opportunity to eat more fresh vegetables.

Well...it's hard to say. Sun Yang's stereotype is that Americans don't really like fresh vegetables. They only eat meat when they can, or canned food. Although there are some national conditions involved, it's still a common taste.

Forget it, as long as there is food, they won’t refuse it.

[Commander, the blizzard will arrive soon. Should we move forward?] Mai Mai quickly gave the arrival time via the drone.

"We must move forward." Sun Yang looked at the sudden snowstorm ahead and wiped the snow off his helmet. He didn't wear his massive power armor; if he slipped in the snow, he'd be practically stuck. A heavy bulletproof suit and exoskeleton would suffice.

He recalled the plot. Sun Yang had completed the first game, but only watched the early part of the second game because he stopped watching after Abby was beaten to death by Joel. The subsequent content was pieced together sporadically based on various sources.

For example, Abby inexplicably lets go of her enemies, Ellie feels guilty for shooting a pregnant woman, and then at the end, she lets go of her father's murderer. Each one is more outrageous than the last. I really don't know how valuable the screenwriter is to write such a crap script. The highlight is the inexplicable.

But there was one detail that Sun Yang still remembered. Before Joel died inexplicably, they were advancing in a blizzard.

The drone flew off towards the distance, following the camp. Sun Yang barely remembered that Abby and her group had found a villa halfway up the mountain to rest in. The lights should be on inside by now.

[Commander, there are a large number of infected people active, and they seem to be chasing something.] The drone operator reported to Sun Yang.

The drone's camera looked towards the crazed infected people. In front of them, there were three figures running wildly in the abandoned base.

Tommy, Joel, and Abby. Is this the time period? Surprisingly, this is the timeline of The Last of Us Part 2.

They were the only ones who could move around at this time. Arriving early was better than arriving late. Sun Yang immediately ordered the drone operator to brave the blizzard and search for any nearby villas halfway up the mountain. Soon, the drone, braving the strong wind, located the only building nearby that still had lights on.

It was a large house surrounded by a fence. It looked safe.

According to the plot, Joel and his crew will spend a long time running, and finally ride on horseback to Abby's team, where they are finally killed.

At this moment, Ellie and her girlfriend should be smoking marijuana and making love while they are high.

Damn, my fist is hard. Sun Yang angrily waved his fist twice, asked the drone operator to mark the house, and then rushed towards the house halfway up the mountain with the humanoid at full speed.

The blizzard had arrived, but the humanoids weren't worried about getting lost. As long as there was a signal between them, they could confirm each other's location. And undead beings like Sun Yang weren't afraid to run.

"Operator, keep an eye on those three. Yes, remember this: Joel, Tommy, and Abby. Let the first two live, but kill the last one. Let me know when they're approaching the house."

Sun Yang shot an infected person who suddenly appeared from the side while running. The humanoids followed easily behind him and blew up the heads of the infected people who crawled out from nowhere.

"The Commander said he was looking for someone, and it turns out there's actually a camp here. I'm increasingly convinced that the Commander is a prophet..." UMP9 said in the public channel, clicking on the infected head that emerged from the forest.

"Even if he's a prophet or not, our commander looks quite angry, almost like he's losing his mind," HK416 said. Ahead of her, Sun Yang consulted a map while climbing the rock face. "Just climb over this mountain and walk a kilometer straight ahead to get there."

But it was obvious that this kilometer was entirely mountainous. One kilometer in a straight line was limited to flying over it.

"Commander! This cliff is too high! We can't climb over it!" Brother 16 grabbed Sun Yang's arm and said.

"Damn it! If I had Old Gun's horse, would I have to take a detour?! Damn, there's no time. Team 404, you go one way alone. There's a group of humans inside. Two of them, named Tommy and Joel, can't be killed. Kill the rest! AR Team, keep moving forward!"

"Commander, what exactly are you going to do?" UMP45 asked.

"I'm going to kill them with my own hands!" Sun Yang shouted, then ran wildly around the mountains.

[Our commander is finally acting up. Congratulations!] 16 waved to UMP45 and continued forward, following the commander.

"I just can't understand you, Commander. You were fine a while ago, but now you're acting like a psychopath." UMP45 circled to the other side.

Despite her doubts, UMP45 continued to carry out her orders. No matter how personal the grudges were, they were of no concern to her. As long as the commander continued to do his job, that was all that mattered.

Elsewhere, the drone was transmitting the footage to Sun Yang. Joel and his companions had already mounted their horses and were galloping towards the house. Abby's teammates had also rushed out of the house and were waiting at the door to meet them.

The drone's lens was already covered in snowflakes, and it could only barely see what was happening below. But this was enough for Sun Yang.

Sun Yang, who was rushing frantically, finally arrived nearby just as Joel and the others entered. He happened to see a small fire in the blizzard. It was a few Molotov cocktails thrown by Abby's teammates, burning the infected people who gathered at the door to death.

The direction chosen by Team 404 is slower, but there is nothing that can be done about it. The mountainous terrain is too complicated, and it will indeed take more time without a local to lead the way.

Sun Yang rushed forward with the humanoids without hesitation. Seeing that the infected at the door had been almost cleared, Abby's teammates also hurried back into the house. The blizzard was so strong that he didn't notice the humanoid team running wildly in the blizzard.