Doomsday America.

Chapter 249 Sending You on Your Way

Chapter 249 Sending You Off (5k)

"call----"

"suck----"

"call----"

"suck----"

The room was extremely quiet, with only Philip's heavy breathing and Cynthia's weak and intermittent breathing rising and falling.

Watching as the mere act of speaking caused Cynthia's face to contort and move in unison, making her features even more contorted, was a stark reminder of the danger.

Looking at Cynthia, her facial features were still connected to her skin, but her face had been peeled off, creating a gruesome scene that resembled a bloody butterfly.

Philip silently wept as he slowly approached Cynthia, his hands trembling as he tried to touch her nose, but worried that even such a simple gesture would cause her more pain.

So he lowered his head, panting, and carefully, very lightly, touched Cynthia's nose.

"Ugh————"

Cynthia shuddered violently and let out a half-sob, but the sob was immediately interrupted by the rapid breathing of struggling and crying out in pain.

"Hiss—uh—wooo—wooo—"

Cynthia burst into tears, which flowed down the cracks in the skin around her eyes, making her feel even more pained.

Her skin separated right from the middle of her eyelids; the half near her nose was still intact on her face, while the half near her ears had been flipped up and flattened.

At this moment, Philip was absolutely furious.

Even in his anger, he stopped yelling and instead turned around through gritted teeth, looking at Gavin pleadingly.

"Gavin—Boss Gavin!"

Philip called out to Gavin in a pleading voice.

"What—what else can we do to save her?"

"I mean—no matter what, God, is there any hope for her now?"

Even Philip himself was somewhat unsure at this point.

After all, Cynthia's situation was really bad.

And Gavin—

Faced with Philip's question, he frowned and approached Cynthia, silently looking at her face.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Cynthia opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Her body moved slightly, but she quickly stopped, trying to remain still as much as possible.

Because even the slightest movement would cause her excruciating pain, the kind of pain that feels like her bones are being shattered.

And Gavin.

He swallowed hard, then came up behind Cynthia and looked at her back, which was covered in rotten, festering sores and was bloody with no skin left.

"Gulp!"

Gavin swallowed hard, then raised his right hand.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word immediately.

So he shut his mouth, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then finally spoke.

"Paul, Nicholas, take—everyone still alive in the voodoo camp—fuck them—"

Bring him here!

At this point, Gavin pulled out his dagger, then dodged Cynthia's rotting back and buttocks, and returned to Cynthia's front.

Behind him, Paul and Nicholas silently left Cynthia's room.

Outside, Lucien was still yelling and shouting, venting his anger over the death of one of his men while punching and kicking the surviving enemies.

Seeing Paul and the other man approach, he cautiously released the sandbag in his hand and asked with a frown.

"What's going on? What are you two doing here?"

"Leave me alone, the boss wants to see them, all of them!"

Nicholas raised his gun and jabbed Lucien, forcing Lucien to take two steps back.

This action greatly displeased Lucien, and he immediately wanted to raise his gun and aim it at Nicholas.

However, when he saw Eugene and the others eyeing him menacingly, as well as Sean sitting in the cockpit of the Black Hawk helicopter and the machine gun on the helicopter...

Lucien swallowed hard and tossed the sandbag in his hand to Nicholas with a hint of annoyance.

Meanwhile, Eugene and Martin, after inspecting a room, noticed the situation in the hall and came over to ask Nicholas a question.

"Nicholas, what's going on? Why does the boss want to see these prisoners again?"

"Don't ask me, Eugene. You'd better see for yourself, because I don't want to describe that tragedy. As for the boss, he probably needs to figure out who in this camp deserves to die, or maybe—he'll decide to leave no one alive?"

Nicholas responded, and then together with Paul, they pushed the remaining seven prisoners away.

The two of them weren't enough, so Eugene and Martin came to help and sent all the prisoners to Cynthia's room.

Seeing this, Lucien became curious and followed them.

As for Lucien's men, most of them were collecting supplies in the resort area, and only two or three of them followed Lucien over.

And so, a moment later.

Everyone finally saw Cynthia clearly; she was still barely clinging to life.

The fact that Cynthia was still alive successfully raised the indoor temperature considerably, as everyone took a lot of deep breaths of cold air.

Gavin stood in front of Cynthia, coldly watching the voodoo survivors being pushed in one by one.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, the first survivor to enter knelt down with a thud, hurriedly explaining.

"We didn't do it, God! Maurice did it himself! Only he has that kind of swordsmanship, only he—"

"Shut him up!"

Gavin raised his hand to interrupt the man, but Eugene, the moment Gavin opened his mouth and uttered the first word, had already guessed what Gavin wanted to say and turned around to kick the man hard in the mouth.

Boom!

thump!

Whoosh!

The person who spoke fell heavily to the ground, his teeth bouncing wildly on the floor.

Before he could even scream, Eugene pressed down on the back of his head, pinning his mouth to the floor so he couldn't make a sound.

And Gavin.

Watching the seven survivors being completely pulled into the house by Nicholas and the others, kneeling in a row in front of Cynthia.

He took a deep breath, then spoke to Cynthia without turning his head.

"You are Cynthia, right? I'm sorry, I can't save your life, and—I will have to end it for you when the time is right. I'm very sorry."

"Waaaaah!!!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, Philip, who was standing next to him, suddenly burst into tears. He cried and desperately covered his mouth, not wanting Cynthia to hear.

As for Cynthia.

Hearing Gavin's words, she moved slightly and then tried to open her mouth.

"ah----"

After finally letting out her first sigh, Cynthia looked at Gavin. Her expression was devoid of a smile, because she couldn't smile, but Gavin could see that her eyes weren't sad, and even a little—relieved.

Gavin sighed and glanced at Cynthia's injuries again.

This woman—he really couldn't save her, not even old Bert could.

Cynthia's body was only left with skin from her stomach up to her chest, and the skin around her face still attached to her body.

As for the other parts, they were all exposed and bloody, without any antibacterial measures, allowing bacteria to attack them completely.

Even a miracle worker couldn't save them from this level of illness, let alone in a post-apocalyptic world where surgical conditions are extremely rudimentary.

Moreover, Cynthia's own skin was damaged by the drying process, so she had no hope of even getting a skin graft.

Especially since her back was already quite rotten, which was clearly a sign of death. Gavin was neither God nor Odin.

but----

Gavin can send many people to meet God!

And so, Gavin continued speaking to Cynthia.

"Cynthia, look at all these people in front of you. Apart from the dead, everyone should be here."

"I'll point them out one by one. If you think someone deserves to die, then—then—"

Gavin thought about it and felt that no matter what Cynthia did, even blinking would be torture for her.

While Gavin remained silent, Cynthia moved her lips sharply, revealing a cruel smile despite the unbearable pain.

The scab immediately broke open, and blood and pus flowed down her torn corner of her mouth, leaving two yellow-red marks.

Gavin nodded knowingly and said softly.

"Fine, if you think someone deserves to die, then open your mouth. First person, the very first one!"

At this point, Gavin pointed to the guy Eugene was stepping on.

Seeing this, Cynthia didn't hesitate and quickly moved her mouth, laughing and crying at the same time because of the pain.

Gavin nodded after confirming Cynthia's actions, then waved to Eugene.

Eugene grinned, pulled out his knife, gestured at the guy on the ground, and asked.

"Boss, how about I make his death more painful?"

"I don't like torturing people, but I can't deny it's a fantastic idea. Do as you wish, Eugene."

Gavin nodded to Eugene, who then turned the groaning man over and casually pulled open his clothes.

"No—Waaaaah—No! I have nothing to do with this, believe me, don't listen to her, she's crazy, she's completely crazy, I have nothing—"

puff!

Eugene didn't bother listening to the man's screams, because Eugene was certain of one thing.

In cult camps like voodoo camps, it's not fair to say that every living person deserves to die. But if someone can survive in such an environment by being well-dressed and clean, then they have at least done something to gain acceptance from other cult members.

Does it even matter whether those things hurt Cynthia?

Eugene realized that at this moment, Gavin actually wanted to eliminate all the threat and leave no one alive!

So, despite the screams of agony, Eugene plunged a knife into his stomach, peeled back the flesh, and pulled out the intestines.

With increasingly rapid and ferocious screams, he threw his intestines to the ground, raised his hand to clamp the chest of the voodoo survivor, and forcefully cut open the man's ribcage with a dagger.

The survivor felt he was dying, but Eugene felt it wasn't enough, so he forcibly pried open his ribs, pulled out two internal organs, and yanked them off with all his might.

Even then, the survivor was still convulsing and desperately breathing, and it wasn't until a dozen seconds later that he finally quieted down completely.

Meanwhile, all around, the surviving people urinated on the ground, and two of them even vomited.

Cynthia let out a long sigh and looked at the next person.

Noticing Cynthia's shifting eyes, Gavin moved to face another person.

Before Gavin could ask a question, Cynthia nodded eagerly.

Seeing this, Gavin kicked the man over, and before he could explain, he stomped hard on the man's chest.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Gavin kicked again and again until the man's chest first went limp, then swelled up with blood, and finally burst open, before he finally pulled his foot back.

Gavin rubbed the tissue fluid and bloodstains on the floor while muttering a curse under his breath.

"I made a mistake, damn it, Maurice shouldn't have died so easily. I'll be more careful next time."

"No, no, no, it's not your fault, boss. We just hadn't realized back then that he was even more of a bastard than we thought."

Martin shook his head, picked up on Gavin's words, then spread his hands with a look of disgust and continued cursing.

"The two people we saw in Margaret died fairly cleanly, at least they weren't tortured."

"As for Margaret and those women, to be frank, I originally thought the worst they could do was be sexually assaulted. After all, it's only been less than a day. Even if cultists wanted to eat people, they wouldn't kill women they hadn't even slept with in just one night, would they?"

"But now—they really know how to make an example of someone. I've never skinned an animal in half when I was hunting. This is just so damn inhumane!"

"So, it was our kindness and our bottom line that prevented us from imagining their evil. And the fault lies with them, not us, boss. We've already done everything we could!"

At this point, Martin picked up the next survivor who had peed all over himself and lifted him toward Cynthia.

Surprisingly, this time, Cynthia remained completely still.

Seeing that Cynthia was unresponsive, Philip was worried that she had fainted, so he lifted up another person and pulled him toward Cynthia.

This time there was a reaction; Cynthia gasped for breath as Philip grabbed her.

And so, until the very end, two of the seven survivors who were brought in actually survived.

However, Gavin didn't want to figure out why they hadn't been singled out by Cynthia, because the most important thing now was to send this tormented woman away from this filthy world that caused her so much pain.

This kind of thing—

Gavin didn't like it.

But he's the boss, so there are some things only he can do.

So, in everyone's sight, Gavin silently approached Cynthia and solemnly pulled out the silver dagger he had been hiding under his bra.

This is one of Gavin's most prized knives, hidden deep within his clothing, close to his chest.

He held the gleaming dagger in front of Cynthia and spoke to her with a serious expression.

"Child, do you believe in gods?"

"If you don't believe, then please believe for me for a moment, because at this moment I am willing to unconditionally accept you into my divine kingdom."

"My child, may your soul rest in the land of dreams, may your passion dance in Valhalla, may your next life not fall into despair, and may all the filth of your past be washed away by the clear spring."

"Please remember, you have won my admiration, you have gained my sympathy, may good people be your parents, may all people love you."

"And none of us will forget you."

We remember your name.

"Until the world is destroyed."

At this point, Gavin's brow twitched, and he then brought the dagger in his hand closer to Cynthia's head.

Two streams of bloody tears immediately welled up in Cynthia's eyes, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Gavin didn't let her tremble for long; instead, he swiftly plunged the dagger into Cynthia's skull.

laugh!

After a brief thud, Gavin pulled out his dagger, raised his hand, and placed the back of his hand on the last bit of scalp on Cynthia's forehead.

"Guys, take her down from the shelf and wrap her in the cleanest clothes."

"Philip, I think she deserves a grave, what do you think?"

"No, not only that, I will take his ashes back to Atlanta. My mother's grave is there, and I will bury her ashes near my parents' graves. I will be with her."

Philip roared in response to Gavin's words, then carefully put Cynthia down and took off his own clothes to cover her body.

But just as Philip was holding Cynthia and crying,

Outside the room, Sean suddenly turned on the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Boss, someone jumped off the second floor and escaped down the mountain. Didn't you search the area thoroughly?"

"Damn it, we just had something else important to do!"

Gavin responded sharply, then pointed at Eugene and said.

"Eugene, take him down!"

"receive!"

Eugene immediately picked up the TAC50, ran out of the room to the hillside, found a sniping spot, and began to aim.

And the moment he aimed, it was inside the room.

Lucien looked at the five survivors, each with a different manner of death, with lingering fear, then swallowed hard at Gavin.

He seemed to want to say something, but also seemed he didn't dare to.

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