Snatching Guns

The vehicle reached the entrance to Atlanta. Mori turned off the engine, and the two of them got out to walk. This time, they didn't dare to be as reckless as they were in the small town. There were too many walkers in the city, and if they alerted them, even gods couldn't escape their fate.

Mori, holding the Viper, led the way, with Kirk following behind, holding a police handgun. Mori had already warned Kirk that unless it was a dire emergency and Mori gave permission, he couldn't fire his weapon, lest he attract a horde of zombies. For close combat, it was best to use a dagger.

Kirk admitted he had never used a dagger before and felt immense pressure. So, Mori had to teach him some knife skills again. As a result, Kirk was once again surprised to find himself possessing a second passive skill: [Basic Small Knife Mastery].

[Basic Small Knife Mastery] Level 1: Increases proficiency with close-combat small knives such as daggers, long daggers, military knives, and wrist blades. Damage increases by 5%, speed increases by 5%.

With this, Kirk's belief that Mori was a huge goldmine solidified. He followed closely with a smile.

The two of them quietly crept to the back door of a building facing the street. They couldn't go any further from the front. Kirk peeked. Just like in the original show, it was a massive intersection. A symbol of the invincible armed forces of the United States of America—an American M1A1 main battle tank—stood majestically by the roadside. However, its driver had died on the massive tank cannon, his body hanging from the barrel, torn apart and eaten.

The male protagonist, Rick, had already been here. His horse was being dismembered and devoured by walkers. The blood and flesh had attracted almost the entire city's "people," who blocked the intersection and were still pouring in.

At the feet of the walkers, next to the tank, was that large bag of firearms, long guns and short cannons, very conspicuous. This was the purpose of Mori and Kirk's trip.

"That's it," Kirk said excitedly, pointing.

"Mmm," Mori narrowed his eyes. "Go get it."

"Okay. Huh? What did you say!" Kirk jumped.

"I said to go get it, that bag of guns."

"You want me to go?" Kirk was stunned. "Shouldn't you be going?"

"Of course. Why do you think I taught you skills with guns and knives? It's so you wouldn't be a burden anymore. Now is the time to show the results of your training," Mori said with a cold smile. "If you don't go, then we part ways, and you fend for yourself. Your choice."

"Damn it!" Kirk shouted. "My Agility is enough to be kited by walkers, isn't it?"

"That's your problem. The difference between you and them is that you have this," Mori said with a cold laugh, pointing to his head. "Use it well, before you can't use it anymore."

What else could Kirk say? He continued to observe.

In the original plot, after Rick was surrounded by walkers, he hid under the tank's chassis and got inside. With the help of the Korean Yuan, who attracted the walkers' attention from outside, he escaped.

How could he get that bag of damn guns this time?

Kirk watched and suddenly thought of an idea. He pointed behind him, and Mori followed.

"I need to find a walker."

"Be my guest," Mori shrugged.

A small stone hit a distant white-collar female walker, attracting her attention. Then, this "lady," who hadn't mutated for long and whose face still showed traces of her former beauty, was lured by a series of stones into a small alley. There, two thugs hiding in the dark, with ill intentions, despicably attacked her from behind, knocked her down, and then... well, not raped and killed, but raped and killed. After killing her, they dismembered her body and removed her organs. The poor "lady" never walked out again. (Walker screams: You beasts! You won't leave me alone even after I'm dead!)

Kirk vomited again, completely. Mori's tastes were truly heavy!

Just now, Mori had forced him to kill a walker with his own hands. This was the first time he had used a dagger. The feeling of the blade entering rotten flesh was quite bizarre. Although rationally he knew it was no longer human, it wasn't badly decomposed, and its face was mostly intact. He had to use the dagger to stab **its head, and rotten brain matter splattered on his face. He was also forced to cut open its abdomen and remove its organs. He had started to get used to the strong stench of walkers, but this time he had to disembowel the walker. All sorts of rotten organs, large intestines, and foul blood were splashed all over him. The stench was so overpowering that even the ruthless Mori kept his distance.

"I didn't expect this, you idiot. You actually thought of this trick. But if they recognize you're not one of them, I won't save you," Mori chuckled. "You were really pathetic just now, like a little girl. You need to get used to it."

Kirk, spitting up sour fluid, retorted irritably, "It's fine. If I die, I'll come find you tonight."

Then, a creature more monstrous than a walker walked onto the streets of Atlanta.

Kirk slowly imitated the gait of a walker, inching his way towards the horde.

A few wandering walkers approached Kirk, sniffed him, and seemed to find him too smelly, leaving in disappointment.

Kirk was overjoyed. To be honest, it was a lie to say he wasn't scared. Kirk was now perfectly imitating the trembling of a walker's legs; in reality, he was shivering and sweating profusely.

Especially as he moved forward, there were more and more walkers. It was inevitable that they would bump into each other. Whether his scent of a living person would be exposed was uncertain, but now the arrow was on the string, and he had no choice but to press on.

There were too many walkers. Despite Kirk dodging and weaving, he was still knocked down by a reckless passerby. This guy had been pushed down while fighting for food and had also affected the bystander, Kirk. The most striking part was that the large intestine Kirk was wearing around his neck as a scarf flew off.

"This is bad!" Kirk thought, not daring to look up, crawling to pick up the large intestine. The foul-smelling, rotten intestine was now more appealing to him than his favorite German sausage.

Unexpectedly, a meddlesome walker picked up the large intestine and took a few bites. Perhaps it had a heavy palate and found the large intestine similar to its favorite food before death (Kirk thought, Wasn't it German sausage?). It then began to chew it with large mouthfuls!

Kirk cursed inwardly, What kind of person is this? He won't even let his own kind go.

He had no choice but to continue walking.

But in this world, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

That walker with a heavy palate discovered a new continent. Chewing on the "German sausage," it followed the source, tracing the scent, and caught up.

Kirk felt miserable, but he didn't dare to run at full speed, or he would die too quickly. He could only continue to shuffle, albeit at a faster pace.

However, this food-loving, heavy-palate walker was not only persistent but also likely a champion race walker in its former life. It chased closely and lunged to bite Kirk's neck.

Kirk was so scared he peed himself and screamed, attracting the attention of all the zombies.

Fortunately, the gourmet's target was a piece of kidney or liver-like organ on his neck. It snatched it, tasted it, and spat it out.

Kirk was on the verge of a breakdown. He could only continue to move forward. He didn't have many protective decorations left on him now.

The "gourmet" had no intention of letting him go and walked closer. This time, it took another piece of intestine wrapped around his waist as a covering. It seemed to have a particular fondness for intestines.

Kirk could already see more and more walkers around him sniffing thoughtfully. They were very sensitive to the smell of humans.

Kirk didn't want to end up like this and continued to shuffle. Finally, he reached the bag of firearms. Overjoyed, he reached for the package.

However, the "gourmet" greatly admired Kirk's taste. It believed that anything this guy took must be a delicacy! So, this guy rushed forward again, acting as a robber, to snatch the gun bag from Kirk's hands.

Kirk was once again in a tragic situation. He didn't even have the strength of a normal man's 5 points; how could he possibly snatch it from a sports champion + gourmet who was stronger after death than before?

Mori, watching from a distance, was laughing so hard he was rolling on the ground. This idiotic kid.

Kirk couldn't help but laugh if it weren't a matter of life and death. The guy must have been a comedian in his life, having so much entertainment spirit even as a walker!

But, but, he was currently surrounded by thousands of bloodthirsty, flesh-eating monsters. Something that should have been hilarious was happening to him right now!

Kirk snatched the gun bag back and quickly walked out.

The Gourmet chased after him again. The surrounding walkers were already highly suspicious of Kirk's identity, just as they might have been suspicious of an Asian person's American nationality on the street in life. They coldly surrounded him.

Seeing a great situation about to be inexplicably ruined by this guy's mouth, Kirk's anger surged. He pulled a police riot gun from his gun bag and shoved it into the Gourmet's foul-smelling Taotie mouth.

"How about I treat you to some lead, old man!"

With that, he angrily pulled the trigger!

The Gourmet's final meal was over. His jaw separated from his face, and his entire head exploded into pieces, scattering everywhere. However, his dentures actually flew onto a McDonald's sign by the roadside, a fitting end.

Then, Kirk began to sprint!

Just like guys who rob a bank and run off with tens of millions, he was on the run!

He shot as he ran, and when he ran out of shotgun shells, he used the gun itself to smash walkers, charging straight ahead.

But the intersection ahead was narrow. After charging for dozens of meters, he couldn't go any further. The walkers ahead were a sea of people, just like Beijing's Xidan and Wangfujing.

"This is it!" Kirk cried in despair.

Suddenly, a motorcycle roared in. The high-powered motorcycle's engine thundered as it ran over walkers, knocking them over, and charged directly towards Kirk.

"Boss Mori!" Kirk's eyes welled up with tears. "You finally came to save me! I'll never call you a white pig again..."

However, the rider, wearing a helmet, snatched the gun bag from Kirk's hand and was about to flee, without Kirk!

Kirk was furious. He grabbed the gun bag and yelled, "Robbery! Bikers! Mori, you white pig! Police! Cops!"

Silence fell over the scene. The walkers were clearly trying to recall what bikers were, what police were, what white pigs were, and what cops were. They were confused.

The rider paused. Kirk jumped onto the motorcycle. "If you don't want to die, hurry up and go!"

The motorcycle sped away.

Kirk was thrown to the ground, bound and gagged.

Many feet stepped on him. Kirk naturally realized the rider wasn't Mori and that he had likely been kidnapped by someone else. He cursed inwardly, "My luck is just terrible! Who did I offend? Why do people keep putting their smelly feet on me?"

A voice with a Spanish accent asked, "What about him?"

"Kill him!"

Then, Kirk heard the sound of a bolt being pulled back. A flash of inspiration struck Kirk. Based on the accent and the location of Atlanta, he figured out the person's identity and yelled, "Don't shoot! I'm a prophet!"

There was a moment of silence, then a rifle butt came down, and Kirk's nose began to bleed profusely.

"Nima Prophet!"

"How did you know I'm a Nima Prophet?" Kirk decided to play along. "You're Guillermo!"

"Huh?" Kirk was grabbed and lifted. "How do you know my name?"

"I not only know your name, but I also know your current predicament," Prophet Kirk said excitedly. "Your grandfathers and grandmothers are all in this nursing home. You're short on medicine, food, and supplies, without guns or cannons. So, you risked going to steal guns, right? You didn't expect to meet me, so you decided to rob me instead?"

"Let him go," a shaky old woman's voice said.

Kirk's hood was removed, and he saw a young Black man and an elderly woman. The young Black man said, "Grandma, we can't trust this liar! He's not a prophet at all. We can't take the risk, we have to kill him!"

"Guillermo, I know he's not a prophet, but he brought guns," Grandma said with a smile.

"Those are the guns I brought!" Guillermo was furious.

"He found them first, and he knows our situation. He's our gospel," Grandma said, still smiling.

Guillermo was helpless and signaled for the young people around him to disperse.

Grandma took Prophet Kirk on a tour of the nursing home. Just as Kirk had known, the situation was dire. The elderly residents could no longer walk. The young people, out of filial piety, couldn't bear to leave the elderly to die, so they held their ground here. Now, the elderly were well cared for; there were doctors, nurses, and guards. They were living quite well.

Moreover, Kirk saw the plot character kidnapped by Guillermo – the Korean-American Green. He was also taking care of the elderly here. It seemed Rick and the others hadn't come to pick Green up yet.

In the original plot, Green was kidnapped by Guillermo while trying to retrieve the gun bag. Now, Kirk had completed his unfinished task.

Kirk proactively approached Green and mentioned Mori. Green's expression changed drastically. However, Kirk also mentioned Rick and his group. Although Green was suspicious, he tacitly accepted Kirk's "prophet" status.

Then, a commotion erupted ahead!

"Are the zombies attacking here, or has Rick found us?" Kirk's heart leaped. In the original story, Rick and his group found this nursing home. To rescue Green and retrieve the firearms taken by Guillermo, they were prepared for a fight. However, after seeing the tragic situation, Rick generously gave half of the firearms to the nursing home, and then they left with Green.

A perfect ending, right? But! Kirk had seen the director's cut scenes. In reality, this nursing home eventually fell! The kind Grandma became food for a walker Guillermo!

This was the reality of the world. Even with the power to defend themselves, the nursing home was no match for the frenzied zombie horde!

Mori was called in by Guillermo. He and his brother Daryl were skilled trackers, so they followed the motorcycle's tracks.