Doomsday America.

Chapter 50 The Manor Recapture Plan

Thinking of this, Gavin quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the unlucky thoughts from his mind.

Then, he waved to the woman who was still trembling and saying she was going to call the police.

"Feed".

"We have to call the police, call the police quickly, we... Ah? Gavin, are you calling me?" The woman looked up in confusion.

"Well, I have to tell you, don't even think about calling the police, because everyone in the world has turned into zombies."

Gavin shrugged at the woman, who immediately fell silent.

The woman remained silent for a long time before finally speaking to Gavin.

"If someone else told me this, I'd think I'd been tricked, that it was all a conspiracy by some zombie-making company to shut me up... blah blah blah!"

"But that's what Gavin King said... God, I always thought the only disaster movie in Hollywood that would actually come true was 2012, but you're telling me that what actually happened was World War Z..."

At this point, the woman looked up in confusion, grabbed her coat, took a deep breath, and muttered to herself.

"Who wants a future like this... tsk tsk..."

With the woman's sigh, the small boat slowly approached the dock.

As Eugene jumped onto the dock, the woman stood up shakily, clutching her clothes to her chest with her left hand, and habitually extended her right hand to Gavin.

Gavin glanced at her, then strode onto the dock and said.

"Come on, let's go to the villa and rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin walked further and further away, leaving only the woman with her mouth slightly open for a moment before she hurriedly supported her thighs, which were frozen and turned bluish-purple, and jogged across to the dock.

When Gavin returned to the villa, he saw old Bert already sitting on the sofa, holding a warm bowl of hot water in his hands and covered with a blanket.

Seeing the woman carrying a denim jacket in the distance, old Bert habitually whistled and laughed.

"Wow, there really are women who don't wear clothes. So whose damn denim jacket is that, Redhead? Aren't you being nosy?"

"Hey!"

Before Eugene could respond to Old Bert's words, the woman who rushed into the house stood behind Gavin and started cursing at Old Bert.

"You piece of shit, you old white bastard, is that the same look you give your mother?!"

"Haha, stop joking, kid. Your figure isn't even as good as my third girlfriend after my divorce. Do you think I'm too old to stand up? There's really nothing about you that I respect."

Old Bert retorted rudely, leaving the woman standing there stunned and at a loss.

Seeing the woman's bewildered expression, Eugene gave her a rather irritating reminder.

"You can't just say 'look at your mom' all you know, can you? If I were you, I'd rush to the bathroom and take a hot shower before the power and water are cut off to relax!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene turned to Gavin and asked.

"How about it, boss? Can we rest here for a bit? It's not far from the farm anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene and Madison looked at Gavin, who nodded slightly after a brief moment of thought.

"Sure, there's a bit of trouble at the farm. Madison, Eugene, go and drive the car in, and while you're at it, have Doris get the little girl a set of women's clothes ready."

"Okay, okay, I guess I'm just born to do chores~"

Eugene gave a curt reply and then left the villa with Old Mike.

As for the naked woman wearing only one piece of clothing...

Stop joking around. They're just joking and having some fun. Nobody's going to stare at them like a little kid.

In America, unless you are autistic, you have countless opportunities to see strangers naked.

Since 2003, in major American cities such as Houston and Dallas, there have been multiple large-scale nude parades initiated and participated in by women every summer.

This is why American feminism is actually popular with some men; after all, it does offer real benefits.

While American feminism also has its extreme aspects, aside from those extremes, it focuses more on emphasizing that women should have the same rights as men, rather than demanding that men not have certain rights.

For example, regarding the fact that men often go shirtless in the summer, American feminism emphasizes that if men can go shirtless, then we women should also be able to go shirtless!

So they'd rather march shirtless than impose a blanket requirement on all men to wear shirts in the summer.

It's easy to imagine just how open-minded America will become under the influence of American feminist thinking.

Every summer, when you walk down the streets of a middle-class neighborhood, you can see girls partying in bikinis in every courtyard.

When they get into the swing of things, the girls sometimes actually take off their bikini tops, not to mention the more popular internet-famous beaches.

On the contrary, the slums are not as open as the middle-class residential areas. After all, if it were too open in the slums, there would really be a chance of being raped in one's home.

The police force in poor communities is far inferior to that in middle-class communities.

So, if you've been in America for three years and haven't seen more than three hundred naan, then...

Then you have to consider whether you've always lived in a slum, or whether you're just too shy to fit in with American society.

Getting back to the main point, while Madison and his companion went to get their car, old Bert pointed out the location of the bathroom to the woman in the lake.

So after the woman went to the bathroom, only old Bert and Gavin were left in the hall.

At this point, old Bert finally let out a long sigh and asked Gavin with a sigh.

"Now it's just the two of us, Gavin. I have to ask you, what you said on the phone earlier... wasn't just a prank?"

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert raised his head with cloudy old eyes and looked at Gavin expectantly.

In these large southern farms, the cowboys between villages and towns don't have much to do. They spend their time drinking, chasing girls, chatting, and joking around, while also playing all sorts of exaggerated pranks.

At that moment, old Bert wished it was all just a prank.

The phone line can be blocked, and everyone ignoring him might be a pre-arranged plan. Even the two kids who were with Gavin and that woman might be actors they hired.

And this is Old Bert's greatest hope at this moment.

Looking at old Bert's expectant eyes, Gavin wanted to say that it was just a prank.

But he eventually sat down next to old Bert, took off his mask, and looked at old Bert with a solemn expression.

Before Gavin could speak, old Bert quickly turned around and said to Gavin in a rapid-fire tone.

"Alright, that's enough. Your expression is just like those stupid officers in movies who deliver death certificates to people's homes!"

"Since the North collapsed, I thought I would never have to worry about seeing that damn expression in real life again, screw it."

"Today is a terrible day. I lost two children, but luckily, I found another child I've known since he was a baby alive."

At this point, old Bert leaned his head back on the sofa and gave Gavin a very forced smile.

Gavin sighed, raised his hand and placed it on old Bert's shoulder, remaining silent for a long time.

In the midst of this silence, Madison, carrying a bowl of vegetable salad, pushed open the door and called out to Gavin with a smile.

"Boss, Doris ate this meal way faster than this morning! She made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, tomato pasta, and a huge salad too. It was fucking amazing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison eagerly placed the salad in front of Gavin, pointing to the thick salad dressing on it.

"Look at this! We didn't eat this much salad dressing in six months during our training!"

"Is that so? Looks like there's still something to look forward to in the apocalypse after all~"

Gavin responded with a smile, then patted old Bert on the shoulder reassuringly, got up, took the salad, and carried it to the kitchen.

Eugene and the others carried various dishes into the room. Gavin pointed to the kitchen, and the small table in the kitchen was immediately filled with plates.

However, they can't eat for a while, since there are two new members on the team, one of whom is still in the bathroom, and Doris has gone to bring her clothes.

While waiting for the two women to leave the bathroom, William sat in the dining room, Eugene and Old Mike stood in front of Gavin, and Winnie sat on a single sofa to the side.

Seeing that Eugene seemed to want to say something, Gavin asked.

"What, are you urging me to pray before cooking?"

"No, I'm just waiting for those women to eat, and also... I wanted to chat about the afternoon's plans."

Eugene replied with a forced smile.

Upon hearing this, Gavin rubbed his forehead and responded in a low voice.

"Originally, I planned to rest at my own lakeside villa, which is three kilometers away from here."

"But it's the same to rest at Old Bert's place, and there's an extra blacksmith shop here too."

"As for after this short break, Eugene, Madison, we're probably about to face a real challenge."

"We need to scout out my farm and try to retake it. I reckon there are at least seventy zombies there!"