Facing the Zombie Horde

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin picked up the binoculars and silently watched the road in the direction of Ennis.

Meanwhile, on the GG Billboard facing Palmer,

Eugene crouched as low as he could, gripping the steel pole at the edge of the GG Billboard. He cursed at William.

"I must be fucking crazy to play this goddamn hero game with you. My brain must've been fried from smoking too much weed!"

"Fuck, why should I care whether my sister's dead or not? She can fucking die for all I care. Isn't keeping myself alive enough? And then there's your damn little brother!"

"Shit, I keep thinking the zombies will see me the second they look up. That's it, I'm going back. Maybe the stew's ready by now. If I'm going to die, I should at least get a bite to eat first. Shit!"

"That quarterback definitely has an ulterior motive. Maybe he's just waiting to see me piss my pants. You're crazy, I'm crazy, we're all fucking crazy!"

When he finished, Eugene warily looked around again and again. After making sure there weren't any zombies in sight, he slapped the steel pole hard.

Smack!

Hearing Eugene's angry blow, William swallowed and said to him with a pained expression, "Sorry, brother."

"Ha, now you know how to apologize? Then what the hell were you running your mouth for just now?"

Eugene immediately cursed at William.

"If you hadn't said that shit, I'd have finished my Coke and gone back to the RV to check out some tits!"

"By the way, William, don't you think that kid's mom is pretty good-looking? She's got a soft, delicate air about her, and her figure's not bad either. Just a few too many wrinkles, and her ass could be bigger~"

"If you hadn't said that shit, I might've gotten that old lady into bed with just a couple of lines. It takes a tough guy like me, with a military background, to satisfy a woman that age, haha~"

Laughing, Eugene took out his eight-power scope, braced it against his eye, and looked down the distant road.

Across from him, William lay prone and rolled his eyes, managing a strained chuckle.

"Give it a rest, brother. We've got Gavin King on our team. He's a god in the world of football, and women like him more than Beckham and Leonardo!"

"If a woman wanted a man, who do you think she'd pick first, Gavin or you?"

William swallowed hard. At the thought of the huge zombie horde he was about to face, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

As for Eugene, after hearing William's words, he grinned and looked down the distant road as he replied.

"I'm not arguing with you about that. The quarterback is pretty damn tempting, though he does like ordering people around."

"But he's fucking rich. What kind of woman hasn't he had? You think he'd be interested in an old woman like Doris?"

"Even if we meet more and more living people from now on, I bet he won't want to stick his dick in some other ugly woman's ass!"

"The pickier he is, the better. We can let him choose first, anyway. I'm not picky; I'll take all the ones he passes over..."

Eugene abruptly fell silent.

After a brief pause, William rolled his eyes and said, "You couldn't even finish your own sentence. You make it sound like you're some beggar, picking through leftovers..."

"Shut up."

Eugene suddenly cut William off. His voice was so low and unlike his usual tone that William tensed all over.

William looked at Eugene nervously. Eugene gripped the eight-power scope tightly and spoke, each word deliberate.

"Road directly ahead, three and a half kilometers out. Wind's blowing north at level four. The horde hasn't gotten any smaller."

"William, even if you weren't my sniper, I'd still have to warn you."

"From this moment on, slow your breathing, stay quiet, and get ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene's breathing slowed so much that William could no longer hear it.

William didn't dare say another word. Instead, he tried to look as far into the distance as he could.

But he couldn't make out anything several kilometers away with the naked eye, so he looked at Eugene instead.

Eugene's eyes were utterly calm, yet there was something coyote-like in them. William couldn't shake the feeling that those steady eyes could turn into the gaze of a predator about to devour someone at any moment.

William swore he'd known Eugene for ages, but this was the first time he'd ever seen him like this!

Meanwhile, inside the RV,

Madison rose from the driver's seat and headed for the shower room.

As he passed the stove, he gave Doris an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, ma'am. Could I use your bathroom to wash my face?"

"No problem... no problem at all!!!"

Doris hurried to reply.

As far as she was concerned, as long as she didn't invite more trouble and nobody hurt her child, nothing else mattered.

Ever since her husband had died right in front of her, she'd been prepared to lose everything. What was one little bathroom, after all?

When Doris agreed, Madison nodded gratefully and started toward the shower room.

But just then, Gavin, who had been looking out the window with binoculars, suddenly stood up, went to the RV door, and stepped outside.

Thud!

The footsteps sounded on the roof again, landing heavily on Doris's heart and making her grip the frying pan, unable to hide her nerves.

Madison immediately abandoned washing his face, turned back to the driver's seat, and rested his S686 against the door.

Winnie came to the RV doorway, looked up at Gavin on the roof, and asked quietly, "Boss, are the zombies coming?"

Hearing her, Gavin frowned as he watched from the roof. "Birds keep taking flight in the forest. It might not be zombies; it could be a herd of deer or wolves."

"Oh."

Winnie hurriedly pushed the RV door wide open so Gavin wouldn't fall while getting through it.

She could never forget the time her mom had fainted in the doorway, forcing her to drive straight through a horde of zombies.

Time ticked by. After watching for two minutes, Gavin jumped down from the roof.

He didn't go back inside. Instead, he stood by the doorway and spoke to Winnie, who was waiting anxiously.

"Go sit on the bed, kid."

"Okay!"

Winnie hurried away, and Gavin continued, speaking to Doris. "And you, Doris, secure the pots and everything else. We might be leaving soon."

"So the zombies really are coming, then. I'll do my best not to spill the soup!"

With Doris's answer, Gavin closed the RV door and went to the driver's seat. He knocked on Madison's window.

After Madison rolled it down, Gavin spoke rapidly. "The birds in the forest are taking flight in a steady pattern. We can be pretty sure it's a horde of zombies moving at a constant speed. They haven't left the forest yet, though, and they're at least eight minutes away."

"We'll decide what to do based on how things go for Eugene and William. If the zombies haven't spotted them, we'll wait for them to come back and eat."

"If the zombies spot them but they don't lead them toward us, we'll fire to draw the zombies' attention, then circle the Artificial Lake and hold the horde back, trying to help them earn another life."

"But if the moment they're spotted, they panic and jump off the GG Billboard and run toward us, trying to bring those damn zombies right to me..."

Gavin patted the holster of his Colt Python and continued, "If they choose that, Old Mac, drive the RV around the lake and onto the road. Use the road to lose the zombies."

"What about you?"

Madison hurried to ask Gavin.

Gavin smiled as he replied, "I'll make sure they die at the zombies' hands, or mine."

Hearing that, Madison rolled his eyes. "Right. You rarely risk your life for strangers, unless you have to kill them, is that it?"

"Heh~"

Gavin waved a hand. "All right, Old Mac, don't worry about me. The Tyrannosaurus you modified is incredible. That beast has over a thousand horsepower."

"With the Tyrannosaurus's performance and the open ground nearby, losing the horde won't be hard. I can catch up with you."

"Besides, even if I'm just running, those zombies won't get their hands on my ass. Unless Bolt turns into a zombie, not many people can outrun me."

As he spoke, Gavin tapped on the window, then returned to the Tyrannosaurus and drew his Colt Python to check it.

After confirming the cylinder was full, Gavin slipped the gun back into its holster and raised the binoculars to look at Eugene and William.

In his view, the two of them were completely still. That was a good sign, wasn't it?

Gavin watched for a moment, then lit a cigarette and sat on the Tyrannosaurus's truck bed, continuing to keep watch.

On the GG Billboard, Eugene's breathing grew fainter and fainter.

But William's breathing and heartbeat began to grow ragged.

Because he could finally see the zombie horde!

Hearing William's harsh breathing, Eugene glanced back at him, wishing he could curse him out.

But after taking a deep breath, he finally spoke in a low voice to calm William down.

"Are you breathing like that because you're jerking off, buddy? Pinch your ear hard!"