Doomsday America.

Chapter 218 Gavin's Blessing

Chapter 218 Gavin's Blessing

After telling a joke, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie and strode toward Sean and his three colleagues who were working.

As Gavin got closer to the four, the number of corpses beneath his feet increased.

At the manor's main gate, in the vast courtyard, there were only about two hundred zombies lying haphazardly. Although the area was littered with corpses, at least there was still room to step.

And there's plenty of room to put your feet down.

But when Gavin had walked more than a hundred meters away, and was only about forty meters away from the four people...

The road in front of him was completely covered by zombies!

So, he stepped on the zombie corpses, making a series of splattering sounds, and simply dodging the occasional spurts of blood, and continued toward William and his group of four.

Upon seeing Gavin arrive, William stopped what he was doing and took two steps back, standing in the small safe area he had just cleared out, and spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, what brings you here? We can handle these chores; we need you to keep things in order at home!"

"Ha, to oversee things?"

From a distance, Gavin smiled, shook his head, and said softly.

"Stop kidding me, William. What the hell am I supposed to be doing here? Just staring at zombies covering the walls and windows?"

As he spoke, Gavin raised his hand, drew his short hammer, and went straight behind William.

Behind Gavin, looking at the huge pile of corpses in front of him, Steve pursed his lips and said to Gavin, "Boss, I'll take some men to the stable area and bring over our bulldozers, excavators, and heavy trucks!"

"Okay, do as you think. Go home and bring more people who can drive similar vehicles. If possible, gather all our heavy trucks together. It would be best to dispose of all the zombies tonight!"

Gavin responded with a sound of agreement, then waved to Steve.

Seeing this, Steve looked around, then patted Eugene on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Redhead, let's go together. You can drive the truck."

"Besides, with your small frame, I'm really worried you'll get pounced on by zombies again, haha, you'd be better off working as a driver with me!"

"ha?"

Hearing Steve's words, Eugene snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Are you kidding me? How could I possibly be tackled by them? I—"

Just as Eugene finished speaking, his eyes couldn't help but dart around, and his mind involuntarily recalled some scenes from the past.

For example, being tackled, being tackled, and being tackled ———

After a brief silence, Eugene spat on the face of a nearby zombie.

Then he rubbed his face in annoyance and cursed.

"Damn it, I'm not afraid of anything, I just want to drive a heavy truck!"

"Let's go, let's both go find the driver!"

After saying this, Eugene waved goodbye to Gavin and then returned to the manor with Steve.

At the same time, Gavin also came to the right side of Sean's trio and stood in a row with them, about 1.2 meters away from Paul on the outermost side, and together they began to examine the zombies on the ground.

Just as Gavin approached the pile of corpses, the gunfire from the rooftop quietly ceased.

A moment later, Lao Feng's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, we probably don't need to fire at the people on the roof anymore. On the one hand, aiming at long distances at night is a bit difficult for those guys who aren't from the military, and their shooting efficiency will be much lower."

"On the other hand, as everyone gradually participates in the wrap-up work, there are too many guys walking around nearby, and there is a possibility of accidental injury when searching for enemies at night."

"So, how about I rearrange things for the guys on the roof, leaving only six to operate the searchlights?"

"A smart move!"

Hearing Lao Feng's question, Gavin nodded readily and picked up the walkie-talkie to reply.

"You did the right thing, Feng. Let the gunmen go downstairs. As for the searchlight operators, arrange for them to work in two shifts, taking turns to rest and work."

"Roger that, boss, I'll arrange it right away!"

Old Feng smiled and said to Gavin, then went to make the arrangements. He liked to be involved in the various personnel arrangements at the camp.

While Lao Feng was making arrangements, Corbin, Jonathan, and Otto led the 6666 Ranch crew out from the main entrance and headed towards Gavin.

Gavin stepped on a corpse and keenly noticed that the corpse was twitching slightly. So he moved his right foot off the corpse and then hammered it into the top of the zombie's head.

Gavin discovered that even with the nail piercing its head, the zombie was still trembling. So he reached out, grabbed the zombie by the neck, lifted the shirtless zombie, and threw it aside.

After the zombie was thrown away, a constantly moving right hand immediately emerged from among the several corpses beneath it.

Seeing this, Gavin pursed his lips, then took out his mask, put it on his face, and turned on the walkie-talkie.

"They're all wearing masks and glasses, guys. I bet I'm about to get covered in zombie blood!"

As he spoke, Gavin, instead of wearing glasses, reached out and grabbed the swaying zombie arm while only wearing a mask.

Then he grabbed that arm and yanked hard, and instantly, Gavin pulled a zombie out from between two or three corpses as easily as pulling out a radish.

puff!

The sound of blood splattering rang out immediately. This was not a zombie, but half a zombie. Not only was the zombie's face charred, but its waist and abdomen had also been severed by machine gun fire, with only a little flesh and blood barely connecting its upper and lower body.

With Gavin's pull, the two halves of the corpse, which were already almost disconnected, were completely separated. Not only did it make a popping sound like a can being opened, but blood mixed with the filthy mucus of the large intestine also sprayed out in all directions.

"Ugh—Mazefak—!"

Even Gavin couldn't help but gag for a moment.

The smell of death nearby was already unbearable, but Gavin had to admit that when he was confronted head-on by a terrible abdominal cavity, the smell became even more unbearable!

So, with a pained expression, he raised the hammer and smashed it hard on the zombie's head, hitting it two or three times before finally throwing the zombie behind him.

Behind him, Edward grinned, then pulled out a mask, put it on, and kicked the half-zombie as well, before speaking to Gavin.

"Boss, I've finally discovered one of your weaknesses: you're a germaphobe, haha?"

"Cleanliness obsession? Mazefakr, I think whether I have cleanliness obsession or not, I should at least feel some disgust towards a belly full of fermented feces!"

Gavin responded irritably and continued exploring forward, while two searchlights moved to their vicinity at the same time.

As the searchlight approached—

Click!

With a crisp sound, Gavin also felt a brief flash of light from the camera!

Gavin looked up at the rooftop in the direction of the flash, and in his eyes, Thomas was taking pictures of him.

Meanwhile, Diana and ZT were pushing one corpse after another off the roof next to Thomas.

As the corpse fell, Gavin heard ZT let out a disgusting sigh.

Thomas then waved his camera at Gavin and smiled.

"Boss, I swear I took an absolutely amazing photo! The way you all blended into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood was so breathtaking, it was absolutely exhilarating!"

"Haha, alright, since you put it that way, I won't assume you were just slacking off with the camera, my dear butler~"

Gavin gave Thomas a thumbs up, and their laughter echoed briefly in the night air.

Behind him, listening to Gavin and Thomas's laughter, Jonathan couldn't help but lick his lips, then quickly jogged to Gavin's side.

The sudden increase in footsteps made Gavin stop laughing and turn around warily to look at Jonathan.

He looked at the knife in Jonathan's hand, frowned, and asked.

"What's going on, Jonathan?"

"No—nothing, I'm just a little excited. I absolutely love this kind of mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood!"

Jonathan responded awkwardly, then simply stepped next to Gavin and moved forward with him.

Gavin didn't say much. There was already enough work tonight, wasn't there?

And so, more and more men gathered around the body, eventually forming a group of nearly twenty-eight.

Soon after, Steve and Eugene, along with seven or eight other men, arrived at the edge of the area with two excavators, a bulldozer, and three heavy trucks, crossing the grassland.

They were still quite a distance from where Gavin and the others were, as there were corpses blocking their way, and they had to start clearing the area from the outside before they could get close to the center.

After the vehicle arrived, Gavin casually dealt with a zombie that was only half a shoulder with its head still attached, then looked up in the direction of the construction vehicle.

After glancing at them, Gavin turned around and shouted something to his men.

"Father Hogan, stop standing on the corpses praying for the dead. Take two men to the vehicle area to protect it from zombies, and tell the drivers a few hellish jokes while you're at it!"

"Uh, Gavin, maybe I'm not that good at hellish jokes. Could I tell you a few heavenly jokes instead?"

As Father Hogan answered, he paused his actions and began selecting his men with his eyes.

When asked about his skill in selecting people, Gavin frowned and responded with a single sentence.

"Forget about heaven; not many of us like hearing angelic pronouncements like 'Hallelujah.' But you could tell a few jokes about priests and churches!"

"A priest's joke? Boss, that's way too hellish. I'll tell you a hellish joke instead!"

Father Hogan chuckled and waved to Gavin, then led Barn and Adele, who had already been moved down from the roof, away.

He admired the young couple and felt that a girl like Adele, whose physical condition was not particularly good, might not be able to do the physical work of constantly searching for corpses.

Meanwhile, the couple obediently drew their guns and went with the priest to provide security for the convoy.

About thirty meters to Gavin's right, Martin, who was working, reached out and grabbed a zombie's toes, pulling the wriggling toes out of the pile of corpses.

Martin pursed his lips curiously as he looked at the work clothes stained with blood on the corpse.

He was certainly surprised, since the attack happened in the early morning, and he had rarely seen zombies dressed properly.

Martin easily recognized the zombie's origin from its clothing.

So Martin called out to Gavin.

"Boss, this zombie is wearing a uniform from the Malakavnitli Nursery and Gardening Shop. Damn it, they seem to have come from near Malakav!"

"Oh! Malakov?"

Upon hearing Martin's words, Gavin stopped, turned around, walked to Martin's side, looked at the clothes that were stained red and yellow with blood and tissue fluid, and frowned as he spoke.

"According to the two survivors who brought the zombies to us, they were hiding in a campervan camp near a town in Trinidad when they were suddenly hit by a large number of zombies, so they had to evacuate and approach us."

"In that case, their words are basically corroborated to some extent, since Malakov is the town closest to Trinidad."

"However—Martin, if I remember correctly, Malakov has a population of less than 1,200. That small town alone cannot muster more than 3,000 zombies."

At this point, Gavin looked at Martin questioningly, and after a brief moment of thought, Martin hesitantly replied to Gavin, "0."

"Boss, it seems that the towns of Trinidad and Malakoff are both within the city limits of Cannonball and Cedar Creek Reservoir."

"Within a radius of nearly 15 kilometers, there seem to be a total of 20 different towns, including Gunpipe and Maybank, as well as Starport, Little House, Payne Springs and Incharntyok, which are relatively well-known tourist towns."

"During the recent mass migration of zombies in Richard Town, we suspected that we encountered a group of over 10,000 zombies coming from that direction, namely the group of zombies that passed through our stable from the northwest."

"Those zombies might be hunters from the direction of Athens, or they might be hunters from the Cedar Creek Reservoir urban area, right?"

"As for the group that attacked us today, at least we can confirm that they are basically from the Cedar Creek Reservoir town cluster. However, how they gathered together is a mystery, and I'm not Sherlock Holmes."

At this point, Martin nodded toward Gavin and shrugged.

Gavin put aside the question of where the zombies came from and went back to his work.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. Ever since the Bloodseekers and the Aggregators appeared, at least within the Aggregators' influence area in Richard Town, the distribution of all zombies has been thrown into chaos!

Moreover, even without the aggregates in Richard Town, the mere presence of the Bloodseekers was enough to create chaos among the zombie hordes.

For living people like Gavin, it's difficult to accurately grasp the movements of each wave of zombies, since they can't keep track of every bloodsucker searching for their target!

The current horde of thousands of zombies is clearly one of the problems arising from this chaos, and it is bound to have a significant impact on the living!

"Oh! Shit!"

Just as Gavin was thinking this, about eighty meters to his left, a fellow suddenly screamed and slid down from the pile of corpses.

But he did not fall completely, because his left hand was tightly bound by something, leaving him hanging from the pile of corpses with one arm.

"Aaaaaaah!"

The hanging man suddenly let out a violent scream, while Tara, who was closest to him, suddenly cursed loudly.

"Fuck!"

While cursing, Aunt Tara fiercely picked up her hammer, stomped on the corpses of several zombies, and rushed towards the screaming waiter.

"Damn it, Wells, how are you?!"

Tara finally recognized the screaming man—it was their repairman, Wells!

Upon hearing Tara's greeting, Wells screamed and shook his head, his eyes filled with terror as he shouted back to Tara.

"I don't know, I'm doomed, my hand got bitten, ahhhhh!"

"You're finished, you damn fool! You're wearing three layers of clothing and leather gloves!!!"

Tara responded loudly while pulling Wells's bitten arm hard.

Click!

Several zombie teeth flew out as Wells' sleeve was pulled up, while Tara flung Wells three meters away, then strode up to him, hammer in hand, staring intently at him.

As for Wells, after finally getting rid of the zombie's head, he sat on the corpse, hugged his arms, and cried out decisively.

While crying, he kept checking the condition of his left arm.

He was seen groping his arm as he cried out to Tara.

"Wait, Tara, don't do it! I might still be alive! Don't do it!"

"I know, you idiot, get checked out, but I guess you'll be fine!"

As Tara responded to Wells, Gavin had already jogged over to their side.

"What happened?"

Gavin, holding the Colt python in one hand, turned to Tara and asked.

Upon hearing this, Tara gestured angrily toward Wells.

"You're bound to run into some minor issues, boss. No one can completely guarantee their safety in the apocalypse, but our heavy clothing probably saved his life."

At this point, Tara glanced at her watch and realized that more than ten seconds had passed since Wells screamed.

Gavin squatted down with his gun in hand, grabbed Wells' sleeve and glanced at him.

On Wells' left forearm, a clear bloody tooth mark was visible, but Gavin could also clearly see that the tooth mark had not penetrated Wells' clothes.

As Wells was about to roll up his sleeves to check his arm, Gavin interrupted him and scolded him.

"Don't fucking do anything stupid, Wells. Just make sure you haven't turned into a zombie, don't roll up your sleeves here!"

"Use your brain and think about it carefully. If your skin is bitten but hasn't come into contact with zombie blood yet, wouldn't your actions expose your wound to a germ-infested environment?"

After saying this, Gavin waited for another ten seconds before lifting Wells, whose eyes were vacant, off the ground.

Half a minute has passed since Wells screamed. If he was going to turn into a zombie, he would have done so long ago, wouldn't he?

Gavin raised his hand and patted Wells' arm, then pointed at the manor with his free hand and said.

"Alright, Wells, go home, take a shower, change your clothes, and hurry up!"

"Okay—okay, sorry, boss!"

Wells didn't refuse; he was genuinely terrified by what had just happened.

Although there is still a lot of work to be done, forgive him, God, all he wants now is to sit down, have a hot drink, and work up a cold sweat.

So he left the pile of corpses in a daze and was escorted home by Martin, where he went into his room.

Before taking off his clothes to shower, Wells swallowed and looked at the outside of his left forearm, where there was a purple tooth mark and swelling.

"Good heavens, this was really dangerous! My flesh is all bruised and purple from being bitten; no wonder it hurts so much!"

"But—thank you Gavin, I'm so damn lucky, he really didn't bite through my clothes!"