Welcoming the Zombie Horde

As the words fell, Gavin King picked up his binoculars and silently observed the road in the direction of Ennis.

Meanwhile, on the GG Billboard in the direction of Palmer.

Eugene tried to keep his body as low as possible while gripping the steel pillar at the edge of the billboard, cursing at William.

"I must be fucking insane to play your goddamn hero game. My brain must be fried from smoking too much weed!"

"Fuck, why do I even care if my sister is dead or alive? She can die for all I care. Isn't it enough that I can stay alive myself? And don't even get me started on that hellish brother of yours!"

"Shit, I feel like the zombies can see me the moment they look up. No, I'm going back. Maybe the stew is ready. If I'm going to die, I should at least die with a full stomach. Shit!"

"That quarterback is definitely up to no good. He's probably just waiting to see me piss my pants. You're crazy, I'm crazy, we're all fucking crazy!"

As he finished speaking, Eugene scanned his surroundings vigilantly. After confirming there were no zombies in his line of sight, he slapped the steel pillar hard.

Smack!

Hearing the sound of Eugene's venting, William swallowed hard and said to him with a pained expression.

"Sorry, brother."

"Ha, now you know how to apologize? Then why the hell did you open your mouth earlier!"

Eugene immediately snapped at William.

"If you hadn't run your mouth, I'd be back in the RV looking at tits after finishing my soda!"

"By the way, William, don't you think that kid's mom looks pretty good? She's got a soft, delicate vibe, and her body isn't half bad, though she has a few too many wrinkles and her ass isn't big enough~"

"If you hadn't run your mouth, I might have already gotten that old lady into bed. To satisfy an older woman like that, you need a tough guy like me who's been in the military. Haha~"

Amidst his loud laughter, Eugene pulled out an 8x scope, propped it up, and looked toward the distant road.

Opposite him, William rolled his eyes and let out a strained laugh.

"Stop joking, brother. We've got Gavin King on our team. He's the GOAT of football, a guy more popular with women than Beckham or Leonardo!"

"Even if a woman were looking for a man, who do you think they'd choose first—Gavin or you?"

After saying this, William swallowed hard. The thought of the massive horde of zombies he was about to face made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest.

As for Eugene, he grinned at William's words and responded while gazing at the road ahead.

"I won't argue with you there. The quarterback is definitely a charmer, even if he is a bit bossy."

"But he's so fucking rich. What kind of woman hasn't he had? Would he even look at an old woman like Doris?"

"Even if we see more living people later, I bet he wouldn't want to stick his dick into some bottom-tier trash!"

"The pickier he is, the better. If nothing else, I'll let him pick first. I'm not picky at all; I'll take whatever he leaves behind..."

Eugene's words suddenly trailed off.

After a brief pause, William rolled his eyes and said to him.

"You couldn't even finish your own sentence. You sound like a beggar, only picking up leftovers..."

"Shut up."

At that moment, Eugene suddenly cut William off. The deep, unfamiliar tone in Eugene's voice made William tense up.

William looked at Eugene nervously, while Eugene gripped the 8x scope tightly, speaking word by word.

"Highway sector, dead ahead. Distance: 3.5 kilometers. Wind direction: North. Wind speed: Level 4. The size of the zombie horde has not decreased."

"William, even if you aren't my spotter, I have to warn you."

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

As the words fell, Eugene's breathing slowed abruptly; William couldn't even hear him breathing anymore.

For a moment, William didn't dare to speak, instead trying his best to peer into the distance.

But with his naked eye, he couldn't make out anything several kilometers away, so he had to look at Eugene.

In his eyes, Eugene's gaze was as still as a stagnant well, yet it held the shadow of a coyote. He felt that the calm look could turn into something predatory at any moment.

William swore that in all the time he had known Eugene, this was the first time he had ever seen him like this.

Meanwhile, inside the RV.

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

Passing the stove, he gave Doris an apologetic smile and said.

"Excuse me, ma'am, I'd like to borrow your bathroom to wash my face."

"It's fine... it's perfectly fine!!!"

Doris responded hurriedly.

To her, as long as it didn't bring more trouble and no one hurt her child, nothing else mattered.

Ever since she watched her husband die before her eyes, she had been prepared to lose everything. A mere bathroom, what did that even count for?

Seeing that Doris agreed, Madison nodded gratefully and stepped toward the shower room.

Just then, Gavin, who had been looking out the window with binoculars, suddenly stood up, walked to the RV door, pushed it open, and stepped outside.

Thud!

Footsteps rang out on the roof once more, landing heavily on Doris's heart and making her grip her frying pan in unconcealed nervousness.

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

Winnie walked to the RV entrance, looked up at Gavin on the roof, and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, are the zombies coming?"

Hearing this, Gavin, who was observing from the roof, frowned and said.

"Birds are taking flight from the forest in succession. It might not be zombies; it could be a herd of deer or a pack of wolves."

"Oh."

Winnie hurriedly pushed the RV door wide open to ensure Gavin wouldn't trip at the threshold.

As far as she was concerned, the experience of her mother fainting at the door and forcing her to drive through a horde of zombies was something she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Time ticked by, and after two minutes of observation, Gavin jumped down from the roof.

He didn't return to the RV, but stood at the door and spoke to the nervously waiting Winnie.

"Go stay on the bed, kid."

"Okay!"

Winnie scurried away, and Gavin continued, speaking to Doris.

"And you, Doris, secure the pots and everything else. We might be leaving soon."

"So it really is zombies, isn't it? I'll do my best not to spill the soup!"

As Doris replied, Gavin closed the RV door and walked to the driver's side to tap on Madison's window.

After Madison rolled the window down, Gavin spoke at a rapid pace.

"The birds in the forest are taking flight in a rhythmic pattern. It's almost certain to be a horde of zombies moving at a steady pace, but they haven't left the forest area yet. They're at least eight minutes away from us."

"We'll decide our course of action based on Eugene and William's situation. If they haven't been spotted by the zombies, we'll wait for them to come back for dinner."

"If they are spotted, but don't lead the zombies toward us, we'll fire our guns to draw the zombies' attention, then circle the Artificial Lake to kite the horde and try to buy them a chance at life."

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

Gavin patted the holster of his Colt Python and continued.

"If they choose that, Old Mac, you drive the RV around the lake and hit the road, using the road to shake the zombies off."

"And what about you?"

Madison asked Gavin hurriedly.

Gavin responded with a smile.

"I'll make sure they die at the hands of the zombies, or at mine."

Hearing this, Madison rolled his eyes and said.

"Yeah, you rarely risk your life for strangers, unless you absolutely have to kill them, right?"

"Heh~"

Gavin waved his hand and said.

"Alright, Old Mac, don't worry about me. The Tyrannosaurus you modified is absolutely brilliant; that's a monster with over a thousand horsepower."

"Relying on the Tyrannosaurus's performance and the open ground nearby, shaking off a horde of zombies won't be difficult. I'll be able to catch up with you."

"Besides, even if it's just running, those zombies won't be able to touch my backside. Unless Usain Bolt turned into a zombie, not many people can outrun me."

With that, Gavin tapped the window, returned to the side of the Tyrannosaurus, and drew his Colt Python to check it.

After confirming the cylinder was full, Gavin holstered the gun and raised his binoculars to look at Eugene and the other man.

In his view, the two were motionless—a good sign, wasn't it?

Gavin watched for a moment, then simply lit a cigarette and sat on the bed of the Tyrannosaurus to continue his watch.

Up on the GG Billboard, Eugene's breathing grew increasingly shallow.

However, William's heartbeat and breathing began to turn ragged.

Because he had finally caught sight of the zombie horde!

Hearing the harsh, ragged breathing, Eugene looked back at William, itching to curse him out.

But after taking a deep breath, he ultimately spoke in a low voice to soothe William.

"Are you jerking off with that heavy breathing, pal? Pinch your ears hard!"