Teach Her to Shoot

Why did this happen?

He was certain he had been cautious enough, even rolling up his sleeves beforehand. Aside from the dull thud of the knife piercing the skull, he hadn't made a single sound!

But even so, he had still been discovered by the zombie in the convenience store. Why on earth?

Could it be that zombies were more sensitive to sudden, dull sounds than humans, yet less sensitive to ordinary noises like the wind, insects, or breathing?

Unfortunately, there was no time to ponder the cause in the current situation.

The moment Gavin and the zombie locked eyes, the creature began to move, charging in a straight line toward Gavin and heading directly for the glass display window!

Gavin rushed toward the convenience store door immediately, straining to observe the zombie's positioning.

After one glance, Gavin confirmed there were no obstacles between him and the zombie. As long as he kept the creature from slamming into the display window and shattering the glass, he could safely finish it off!

Once his instincts made the decision, Gavin immediately changed his sprint angle, running parallel to the display window to prolong the time it would take for the zombie to reach the glass.

At this moment, he was about thirteen meters from the convenience store door.

The zombie was only a little over four meters from the door, and less than two meters from the display window!

Therefore, he had to change the zombie's pursuit direction as quickly as possible, forcing it to adjust its footing to buy time. Only then could he snatch that split-second advantage to prevent it from hitting the window!

As Gavin ran parallel to the window toward the entrance, the zombie's pursuit path shifted to follow him, just as expected.

Originally, the zombie had intended to charge straight at Gavin, which would have resulted in it hitting the window in just over a second.

But by running parallel to the window, Gavin was able to manipulate the zombie's line of sight and pursuit direction much faster than if he had run diagonally toward the door.

The zombie's neck turned more than thirty degrees to track Gavin, and it was forced to adjust its direction less than a meter from the window.

Screech!

The zombie's shoes immediately scraped against the convenience store floor; it was clear that once a zombie started a pursuit, it truly gave every ounce of its strength!

Thanks to that friction and the turn, Gavin gained a second of time, putting over eight meters of distance between himself and the zombie, with only two steps left to the door.

He quickly pivoted, lunged toward the convenience store door, and grabbed both handles, pulling with all his might.

Clatter...

There was no time to secure the door before the zombie lunged at the entrance.

Seeing the direction of the zombie's pounce and noting the small, unobstructed space directly in front of the door, Gavin launched a fierce kick, slamming his foot into the zombie's stomach to keep it from hitting the glass frame!

The zombie was sent flying by the kick, sliding three meters across the floor while hissing as it tried to rise.

Gavin took advantage of the moment before the door could spring back shut, lunged inside, and knelt on top of the zombie with both hands on his knife, keeping his mouth tightly shut as he stabbed the creature in the face again and again.

After six consecutive stabs, he let out a long breath, pulled the blade from the zombie's nasal bridge, and carefully wiped it clean with the creature's clothes.

Once the blade was mostly clean, Gavin stood up, grabbed some wet wipes from a nearby shelf, and checked his reflection in a mirror not far away.

Sure enough, he had been too close to the zombie this time, and it was inevitable that blood droplets had splattered onto his face.

In the mirror, the man with the dark-gold pompadour and the distinctly Texan cowboy look actually resembled a character named Arthur Morgan from a certain outlaw game.

The difference was that he was more handsome than Arthur Morgan, and his face and neck lacked the wind-burned redness common to most traditional cowboys.

Redneck cowboys only existed on the western plateaus.

Texas had a diverse geography; the eastern half consisted of plains bordering the East Coast, while the western half was part of the Edwards Plateau.

Therefore, only those who lived on the western plateaus for a long time became the famous rednecks of America.

As for the eastern part of Texas—the triangle area of Dallas, Houston, and San Antonio—the people there were kept plump and fair by the humid air of the East Coast.

After identifying the spots of blood on his face, Gavin took out a wet wipe and wiped them away bit by bit.

That wasn't enough; he then found a paper towel soaked in alcohol and wiped his face more than once.

After finishing, he went to the sink in the back of the store and thoroughly washed his face.

Grabbing a fresh towel to dry off, Gavin pushed the door open, stepped onto the road, and waved at the vehicle.

On the road, Eugene was anxiously holding his binoculars.

He had felt that something was wrong the moment Gavin started his sprint, but he couldn't see the specific situation inside the store and had to endure Gavin's disappearance.

Now, seeing Gavin reappear, he let out a long breath and drove the car toward him.

Once the car stopped in front of the store and the others got out, Gavin pointed to the corpses on the ground and inside the store, saying, "Eugene, William, move them to the side of the road. Madison, tell Doris and Winnie to get out of the car."

"What?"

Madison opened his mouth in surprise.

He wasn't the type to question Gavin, but in this instance, Madison felt he had to offer some advice.

He instinctively glanced at the RV to ensure Winnie and the others hadn't heard Gavin, then whispered to him, "Boss, is that really necessary? At best, we're just restocking a few supplies; it makes no difference whether they're here or not. I can just help them find what they need."

"I bought something similar for my wife before, so I know what women use. You can rest easy!"

After saying this, Madison nudged Gavin's arm, waiting for his response.

Hearing this, Gavin grinned.

"Is that so? You know? Ha! How come I never knew you were the type to be a total simp?"

Gavin patted Madison's shoulder with amusement and explained.

"Don't be so presumptuous with your concern. I don't think Winnie necessarily needs your care; she might be tougher than all of you."

"Besides, the current environment is very safe. The nearest zombies are wandering in the town over a hundred meters away. Even if we make a loud noise, we have at least ten seconds to react."

"This is an environment well-suited for gaining experience, and it's also perfect for strengthening everyone's mental fortitude."

"Look, you can see the zombies here and feel the pressure they bring, yet there is still a safe distance. The risk isn't high enough to be unbearable."

"Is there any better training ground than this? Or are you certain that every one of us can live a long life in the apocalypse and keep them protected behind us forever?"

"Damn it, nobody could live forever before the apocalypse, so how is it that now that the world has ended, you, a jock, have suddenly opened up your neural pathways and switched careers to become Lex Luthor, launching a human evolution project?"

Having said that, Gavin patted Madison's arm and pointed toward the convenience store.

"Forget it, I'm going to get the two of them off the bus. You go find two power adapters and get some fuel additives. I have quite a few luxury cars at home, and fuel additives might come in handy."

With that, Gavin waved his hand to signal everyone to get to work, then walked toward the RV on his own.

Watching Gavin's retreating back, the group stared at each other, and Eugene couldn't help but grin.

"Look at this damn big shot, with that attitude—every word out of his mouth is an order!"

"If it weren't for the fact that he's always at the front like the political commissar over at Su Lian's side, I'd chop off a zombie's dick and shove it down his throat."

As he said this, Eugene walked toward the zombie by the gas pump, patting Madison on the ass as he passed by while speaking to him.

"As for you, tsk tsk, you're only fit to listen to your boss. Look at how right he is."

"In the face of the apocalypse, even the dames have to become warriors!"

"Never mind letting them scavenge for trash now; once we get settled, I'm going to teach that kid how to shoot!"

"You guys might not know this, but female snipers have always been in high demand internationally."

"Although I'm not a top-tier sniper, as a spotter and secondary sniper, I have a combat kill record of 1,600 meters. Teaching a little brat is more than enough for me, haha~"

Amidst his soft laughter, Eugene dragged the corpse away, while William silently went into the convenience store to find the bodies inside.

At the same time, Gavin arrived at the door of the RV and smiled at Winnie, who was blinking her large eyes.

"Get off the bus, kid. Time to go shopping~"