bookcurios Chapter 174 Ordinary (1)
Chapter 174 Ordinary (1)
Atlanta, the largest city in Georgia, still has many survivors.
The movement of the sea of corpses took away almost all the zombies in the city of Atlanta. Except for some extremely hidden corners, zombies have become a rare species on the streets.
The empty city lasted for a long time. The survivors living in their respective shelters saw that the outside world had become safe and finally plucked up the courage to search for supplies in the city.
The survivors in the city, wearing dirty and old clothes, carrying backpacks and holding guns with only a few rounds of ammunition, searched everywhere for supplies that could be used in life.
On the empty streets, there were occasionally broken corpses of zombies lying in patches, and the streets were covered with indescribable filth, which was unknown what part of the tissue was from the corpses.
A tall black woman was walking on the street. She was wearing a black leather jacket and had a sword on her back. She was leading two zombies with their arms and jaws cut off.
Michonne, the swordswoman, has been wandering without a fixed place to stay after the disaster. With her excellent Japanese swordsmanship and sharp Japanese swordsmanship, Michonne survived well after the disaster. She is a calm and wise woman who often discovers things that others overlook.
The zombie slave with his arms and jaw chopped off is Michonne's great creation.
The zombies that lost their "claws" also lost their aggressiveness. They allowed Michonne to walk safely and perfectly in the doomsday without being attacked by other zombies.
This is different from the corpse mask worn by the Whisperers, but the principle is similar, both use zombies to disguise themselves.
However, the sword girl's corpse servant cannot take her through a zombie swarm that is too dense.
There are no zombies in Atlanta. This is what Michonne heard from other survivors when she was wandering outside. A group of wandering survivors fled the city after the sea of zombies in Atlanta left.
Michonne has no destination. Living in the apocalypse, she often dreams of her dead children and husband. She killed her family members who had turned into zombies with a knife with her own hands, which has become Michonne's lingering nightmare.
On the street, several survivors wearing worn down jackets found Michonne leading a zombie.
A black woman, leading the two zombies that people hate, and the key is that these two zombies will not attack her. This scene instantly makes Michonne an outlier in people's hearts.
The group of survivors were carrying backpacks. They had originally come out to find supplies for the team, but when they saw the strange Michonne, they had evil thoughts in their hearts.
"Hey, nice dark chocolate, what are you doing? Why aren't the zombies you're holding attacking you?"
A sturdy white man approached Michonne and said frivolous words.
Michonne had already discovered this group of survivors. She noticed that they did not obviously carry any guns, so she was not panicked at all.
"Fuck off."
Michonne looked at the burly man coldly. She didn't want to cause trouble, and her tough attitude was a warning to the group of people.
"Hey, be nice, we just want to make friends with you."
Another skinny white man stepped forward, looking irritable.
The long period of retreat after the disaster has distorted the personalities of these people. Perhaps they don't want anything to really happen between them and Michonne, but they have to say it in a boastful way to add a little fun to their days of survival.
Michonne ignored them and led the zombies to the street shops. When the thin white man saw that she ignored him, he became furious and rushed towards Michonne.
Sonorous!
With the sharp cold light and the chilling sound of metal, the knife was pulled out of the scabbard. Michonne let go of the zombie she was holding and looked at the thin white man calmly.
The other party is holding a big knife, but I am facing him empty-handed. What should I do now?
The thin white man decisively chose to lower his head. If he didn't show any fear, the blade would have been about to chop off his body.
"Uh...I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to hurt you."
The thin white man froze in place and raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of taking any more dangerous actions.
The remaining survivors looked at each other and decisively stood behind the Thin Man. They did not approach Michonne in an encircling manner, which made Michonne feel relieved.
No one wants to escalate the situation.
"Let's go to another street, damn it, we won't run into you again."
The strong white man pulled the thin man away, and Michonne's calm attitude made him dare not continue to provoke the black woman.
Michonne watched the group of survivors leave until they were a hundred meters away. Then she put her sword back into its sheath, walked over to lead the zombies wandering around, and continued searching the shops on the street.
Bang bang bang! !
Gunshots were heard from another street. Michonne frowned, quickened her search for supplies, and prepared to leave the street.
After a disaster, the probability of conflict between survivors is extremely high.
Michonne and the group of people just now handled the situation well. No one wanted to get hurt in the apocalypse when medicine was scarce.
The gunshots only lasted for a moment and then stopped, but Michonne knew that someone must have died on the other street.
There will never be a shortage of real thugs in this world. A person's good or evil nature depends on the education he or she receives when he or she is young and the living environment in which he or she grows up.
Some people are villains before the end of the world. After losing the constraints of the rule of law, they will become even worse and turn into maniacs who take human lives lightly.
Buzz rumble rumble————!
The noise of a helicopter flying was heard in the air. Michonne walked out of the store and observed that a huge Chinook helicopter was flying over Atlanta.
A black object fell from the tail of the Chinook and quickly scattered into countless black dots and sprinkled towards the city. Michonne was not afraid. She observed the objects floating in the air. Their slow flying posture looked like paper.
On the other side of the street, a dozen thugs with guns were beating and scolding people kneeling on the street. Among the oppressed survivors were several people who had previously clashed with Michonne.
"You bastards, is it so hard for me to hand over your backpacks? Do you have to point a gun at me?!"
The leading thug had short gray hair. He looked middle-aged, tall and thin, but had an extremely hot temper.
"Silas, what should we do with them? Kill them?"
A fat white man asked stupidly.
Silas's mentality exploded immediately after hearing this: "Of course!!"
The gunmen around were about to attack, but Sera suddenly raised her hand to stop them:
"Wait a minute, kill those who carry guns. Forget about those who don't. Remember to kill the leaders."
The fact that they are still walking around without carrying guns in this situation can only mean one thing, that is, this group of people don't have any guns at all.
Survivors without guns, even if they were a group, would not be enemies. Silas was happy to see this group of people again, so that he could harvest another wave of them happily.