Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Chapter 107 Blending in

After capturing the giant zombie alive, Zhang Zhong brought Sarah and Deacon who were still working at the school, and he led the army into other areas of Macon City and set out to occupy the third factory.

The leader was away leading the troops in person, while the people in the school were living a comfortable daily life.

That day, Rick, wearing a police coat and his cowboy hat, drove away from Gran Town alone.

Rick still remembers the promise he made to Morgan who helped him when he just left King County: if there is a safe place, he will come back and take Morgan and his son away.

More than three months passed in the blink of an eye, but Rick still couldn't contact Morgan. Now that his family's safety has been best guaranteed, Rick decided to return to King County to find Morgan.

The school's armory is still under the care of Dai Ya. Zhang Qiang has left enough ammunition on the top floor of the office building. Although Rick, as a junior executive, has no real power, he has priority in enjoying the supplies.

After obtaining enough guns and ammunition, Rick went to King County with an M4A1 rifle with a suppressor, five extended magazines, and two grenades.

This is Rick's personal matter, and he doesn't want others to put down their work and responsibilities and risk going out to help him.

All the soldiers of the Tianming Army were transferred by Zhang Qiang to attack the third factory, and the security of all strongholds was taken over by the former armed team.

The armed team was much smaller than the deployed soldiers who joined the school later, and now only had about 70 people. After being evenly distributed to the park, Green Farm, school, St. John's Farm, and Woodbury, the armed forces in various places were very weak.

Rick didn't want to apply for help to solve his personal affairs, so after comforting his wife and son, he left the school alone.

After Rick left, Lori, whose belly was already slightly bulging, was unwilling to be lonely. Now she could no longer stop her stubborn husband, but fortunately her loyal dog "Sean" was still in school.

Lori went to the shooting range, where laborers and students practicing shooting were shooting at iron targets with their pistols, while Sean, wearing a jacket and a wool sweater, sat behind the gun platform.

The task of guiding the novices was handed over by Sean to the "instructors" he had trained personally. Now Sean only needs to sit and guard the shooting range every day.

"Sean!"

Lori called out from outside the shooting range surrounded by abandoned cars.

Sean, who was directing the instructors one by one, suddenly stood up from his seat. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Lori for a week since Rick returned to school.

Meetings between the brothers have become more awkward since Rick punched him in the conference room last time.

Sean left the shooting range quickly, his boots clacking on the ground. He came to Lori and said with concern:

"Why are you wearing so little? You should keep warm. What do you want to eat recently? How do you feel?

......"

Sean stared at Lori's bulging belly from time to time. More than a week had passed since the beginning of winter, and Lori was still only wearing a loose, thick sweater. His concern now was more towards his own child.

Faced with Sean's enthusiasm, Lori was speechless for a moment. The triangle relationship between her, Sean and Rick was spread by Moore in the school. Even if she wanted to avoid suspicion, she couldn't allow it now that she needed Sean's help.

"Rick ran out alone. He said he has friends in King County. I'm worried about his safety..."

Lori crossed her arms over her chest and deliberately shrank her neck, appearing very cold.

"what?!"

Sean was shocked. Lori was still pregnant, and there were no tasks at school. Why did Rick run out? Didn't he want to take care of the unborn baby?!

Oh, Sean suddenly looked up and suddenly realized.

If you think about it carefully, the child Lori is carrying is not Rick's after all.

Thinking of this, Sean smiled, and felt a little lonely and ashamed. He took off his jacket and put it on Lori.

"Mom! What are you doing here?!"

A boy's voice was heard from the shooting range, and Carl happened to be there.

Carl found his mother and Uncle Sean talking, put down his gun with an awkward look on his face and walked towards them.

The school scandal about Sean and Lori (the truth) made Carl very embarrassed among his peers, and he often fought with other kids because of it.

"Karl, your father is out, I'm worried, so I want to ask Sean to help him"

Lori explained to Carl who was approaching aggressively.

The relationship between mother and son had long been strained because of rumors at school, and Carl often blamed Lori and Sean.

A child of his age would not understand how cruel the inner considerations were before Lori gave herself to Sean.

Carl only knew that his mother was now called an unfaithful person by many people, and as the child of an unfaithful person, he was often made fun of by unfriendly people.

"Humph."

Carl didn't say much, just looked at Lori and Sean angrily and left the shooting range.

"Karl!"

Sean looked sad, he wanted to call back the boy he treated as his own son.

Sean never imagined that after everyone had a safe and stable life, their relationship would become so bad.

Back to the topic, Sean looked at Lori. Even though Lori had hurt him thousands of times, he still treated Lori like his first love. Besides, Rick was his brother, so he was happy to help...

"He's home, right? I'll go get the equipment and the vehicle ready."

Sean looked Lori seriously in the eyes.

Now that Rick is not around, Sean doesn't want to have much contact with Lori, for fear that rumors within the school will spread and cause mental harm to the pregnant Lori.

Going out to catch up with Rick just gave Sean a reason to leave…

Carl disappeared from Lori's sight and walked out of the school gate with his pistol. He walked around the town bored, with his head down, enjoying his own solitude.

The town of Gran was still as deserted as before. The farther away from the school one was, the more garbage one saw on the empty streets around, and human excrement could be seen from time to time.

Order collapsed after the disaster, and workers who went out for a walk in the school did not care about protecting the environment. Many people even felt that there was a special pleasure in defecating on the busy streets before the disaster.

Carl walked around a pile of hard rocks and on the curb near the shops. Almost all the goods in these shops had been emptied, especially food and water, which were nowhere to be seen.

The doors of all the buildings on the street were open, and the soldiers looted all available supplies.

Carl continued walking, looking at the empty buildings around him from time to time, as if he wanted to make some interesting discoveries. Unfortunately, he passed by one shop after another on the road, and there was no one that made him stop.

It was not until he reached the end of the street and found himself almost in a residential area that Carl stopped and prepared to turn back.

At the end of the street, the last shop also had its doors open, but Carl had no interest in the furnishings or existence inside.

"Karl? What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from the empty shop next to him. Carl, who was about to turn around and leave, shuddered with fear and skillfully reached for the pistol at his waist with his right hand.

"Calm down. It's me! You coward!"

The owner of the voice appeared from behind the shelf at the back of the store. Alan, with dark brown hair, was holding a small sword and slowly walked towards Carl.

"Alan? Didn't you go to Macon? When did you come back?"

Carl relaxed his right shoulder and a smile appeared on his face.

The students at school called Alan and her friends freaks behind their backs, but Carl didn't care because Alan, Eric, Patrick and others would never make fun of his family.

"The principal went on a mission, and I was bored staying in Macon, so I asked Eric to drive us back."

Alan put the small sword back into the scabbard behind her back. This was the prize Zhang Qiang gave her after capturing the giant zombie alive. Eric and Patrick also got one, but theirs were a skull mask and a shield respectively.

"Hoo uh uh..."

Suddenly, a low roar of zombies was heard behind Alan.

"careful!"

Carl's right shoulder moved again, and he reached for his pistol.

Alan frowned slightly. Her knife skills were still not good enough, and she failed to get rid of the zombies that sneaked into the town.

"I'll take care of it."

Alan reached out and patted Carl's shoulder, signaling him to relax. Then she walked into the store and came to the back of the deepest shelf.

A male zombie with his left knee cut off was lying on the ground, with a wound on the rotten flesh on his face pierced by a sharp weapon.

After seeing the little girl who had seriously injured it again, the zombie crawled hard on the ground, raised its rotten face, and stretched out its dirty hands to Alan.

Carl followed behind Alan and watched carefully. He saw Alan pull out the small sword from behind his back, put one foot on the zombie's head, and stabbed the tip of the knife into the side of its brain.

"I have to wipe it again..."

Alan pulled the small sword out of the zombie's head, looked at the dirt on the sword with disgust, shook the blade hard, then took out a piece of cloth to wipe it before putting it back into the sheath.

Carl swallowed, he also wanted a handsome and sharp knife.

Alan pulled out a walkie-talkie from the pouch around his waist and called Eric and Patrick.

After the three kids returned to Gran Town, they found that many zombies had sneaked into the town. So Alan suddenly decided to compete with Eric and Patrick to see who could kill more zombies.

"How are you guys? I met Carl."

"Hey... I killed seven zombies. Do I have to cut off their ears as proof?"

Eric replied.

"No, I don't think you'd lie."

Alan replied coldly.

"Uh……"

Eric was speechless.

"Come and help me! There are so many zombies in the woods west of the cotton mill! I can't handle it alone!!"

The panicked voice of Fatty Patrick came from the intercom.

Alan sighed, pushed aside Carl who was in the way and ran out of the store immediately. She wanted to support Patrick.

"Wait for me! I'll go too!"

Carl subconsciously touched the holster on his waist and hurriedly followed Alan.

The two children ran on the empty streets of the town and soon met Eric at a crossroads. Eric followed Alan silently. He knew that he should talk as little as possible while running, otherwise it would be bad for his breathing adjustment.

Eric parked the car on the street near the town entrance. It was too late to drive back now, and the cotton mill was not far away.

The cotton mill in Gran Town was in a dilapidated state before the disaster. As an old and backward industry, the cotton mill had long been on the verge of bankruptcy.

Alan ran breathlessly to the street outside the cotton mill and found a hole in the brick wall outside the factory. Half of the wall had collapsed.

Behind the brick wall is a bare cotton field, which covers a small area. At the edge is the woods outside the town. The wall there has collapsed a long time ago, and there are broken walls and ruins everywhere.

At this time, on the cotton field, Patrick was carrying the explosion-proof shield in one hand, and was pushing away the zombies that were surrounding him, trying to find space to break through.

"Bend over! Parker!"

After climbing over the hole in the wall, Alan saw Patrick in such a state of disgrace that she immediately pulled out her pistol, calmed her heavy breathing, and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the zombies coming behind Patrick.

“Roar…!”

“Hoooo!!”

“Ahhh…!”

There were not many zombies on the cotton field, only about a dozen, but there were more swaying figures in the woods.

Alan shot the heads of several zombies, rescued Patrick, then drew the small sword behind him and walked towards the zombies.

She only had a limited amount of spare bullets, and only had one magazine left, but her strong personality wouldn't allow her to run away and ask the adults in the school for help.

A few dozen scattered zombies seemed to her to be just a slightly difficult challenge.

boom!

Carl followed Alan and shot at the zombies with his gun, but his chest heaving violently caused him to miss, and the bullet only hit the neck of the zombie he was aiming at.

"Control your breathing!"

Alan turned her head and glanced at Karl, her eyes were very serious. She turned her head and said to her companions:

"Kill them all."

Patrick, who had escaped from the zombie swarm, staggered to Alan. Eric shrugged indifferently and followed him.

"What are you doing? There are too many of them! We can't handle them! Let's go!"

Carl looked at his three fearless peers standing together and walking slowly towards the group of zombies. His body began to tremble unconsciously.

Carl was not scared, he just thought this scene was stupid and exciting!!

"Can I join them?"

Carl asked himself in his heart, but his mother Lori's worried and blaming look appeared in his mind again.

Facing the roars that came one after another, Alan looked at Eric. After Eric nodded heavily in response, he pulled off the mask that was stacked like a hat on his head, completely covering his entire face.

【Ghost Mask】!!

Eric took out a baton from his waist, shook it hard, and the long steel core fell out completely from the baton.

He walked towards a tall male zombie, his height only reaching the zombie's belly. The zombie looked down at Eric and ignored this suspicious "companion".

Snap!!!

Eric hit the zombie's fragile knee with a stick, breaking the latter's kneecap directly and causing the whole body to inevitably fall forward.

Upon seeing this, Alan immediately stepped forward, raised the small sword in one hand, and chopped hard at the exposed back of the zombie's neck. A corpse head with its mouth open and closing rolled to the ground.

"Watch this way!"

Patrick shouted.

He stood on Alan's right side, holding the shield tightly in front of him with both hands, and slammed hard into a zombie attacking from the side.

The zombie screamed, staggered back two steps and almost fell. Eric ran over and hit the zombie that wanted to go around him with a stick!

card!

The zombie's shin bones made a cracking sound.

Eric continued to move forward in silence and kicked down the zombie that was shaking its body but refused to fall. Then he swung twice at the side of its head with a stick. The protruding diamond-shaped steel head of the stick was like a knight's bone, crushing the zombie's head.

The zombies continued to slowly approach the three little ones. Alan quickened his pace and swung his knife to cut off the zombies' knees and then chopped off their heads, just like he had learned in school.

There was no chance that the extremely sharp military katana would get stuck in the gaps between bones, and it was more reliable than the dagger she used for practice in school.

Carl couldn't stand it any longer. He just wanted to join these lunatics. His fighting skills were always terrible, but he could use a gun! He brought two magazines with him!

Carl walked to the side of the zombie group with a pistol in hand, shooting at each zombie that ignored him. Bullets blew up several zombies' heads, and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

Bang bang bang! !

The sound of gunfire was very loud, and a group of zombies at the end of the zombie group turned their rotten and terrifying faces and walked towards Carl who fired the gun.

"This idiot! Eric! Patrick! Stand back and shoot!!"

Alan stopped hacking at the zombies and shouted to his companions.

The direction of the zombie swarm's movement was dispersed by Carl, which meant that the three people's flanks were even less safe, so direct shooting was the best option at the moment.

Alan and the other two stepped back, took out their pistols at the same time, and fired wildly at the rotting zombies.

BANG-BANG-BANG!!!

There was an endless stream of deafening gunfire, and none of the students present put silencers on their pistols.

In just a dozen seconds, the heads of the zombies exploded with blood, and they fell to the ground with a final roar, losing their voices...