"I know."
Eugene replied, then glanced at the woman's face.
Pretty good-looking, what a shame. No use for that now.
Bang!
Eugene fired, avoiding her face and blowing her entire chest to pieces.
Seeing this, Gavin turned and headed toward the Tyrannosaurus, saying,
"I'll go send that God of War Man on his way."
"Let me do it. I said I'd blow his balls off, and I don't want to go back on my word!"
Eugene cut Gavin off, then picked up the shotgun and walked toward the driver, who was still spitting blood. He sneered and aimed the muzzle at the man's balls.
On the ground, however, the driver didn't look at Eugene or even at the gun pointed at him. He kept staring intently at Gavin as he approached.
Noticing the driver's gaze, Eugene glanced at Gavin, then laughed and said to the driver,
"Hahaha, of course you recognized him. You probably never expected the one coming to send you to your death would be the one and only GOAT in sports, the famous King of Cowboys!"
As he spoke, Eugene prodded the driver's abdomen with the gun muzzle, making him spit blood even more violently.
Nearby, Gavin watched the driver keep spitting blood while staring at him. He shook his head and said to Eugene,
"You're probably the right one to kill him. Otherwise, I'd be afraid he was a fan of mine. If I did it, he might enjoy it too much."
"That son of a bitch almost killed me. Good thing he only hit the passenger seat. I—huh?"
Gavin was in the middle of lamenting when a burst of static suddenly sounded in his ear. He quickly raised his SCAR and looked toward the noise.
At the same time, Eugene warily raised his gun and aimed at the source of the sound.
Right before their eyes, the woman Eugene had just shot through the heart somehow propped herself up!
Even with her spine twisted into a mangled mess, even as pieces of her organs fell from her chest.
Even with her blood almost flowing in a stream...
The Red Dress Woman was still crawling relentlessly toward Gavin and Eugene!
"Gulp!"
Gavin swallowed.
Eugene simply cursed aloud.
"Shit, what the hell is that? I'm sure she hadn't turned into a zombie before she died!"
"Don't fucking ask me. I don't know either. Goddamn it!"
Gavin gritted his teeth and fired a short burst, blowing the head off the woman, who was only seven meters away.
When the Red Dress Zombie fell, Eugene looked down at the driver, who was still coughing up bloody foam, and asked in a trembling voice,
"Boss?"
"I'm here."
Gavin came to the driver, his rifle in hand and his head still swimming. He aimed at the driver's heart.
Nearby, Eugene swallowed and asked quietly,
"This guy didn't turn into a zombie before he died. Do you think he'll turn into one after he dies, too...?"
Bang!
A gunshot cut Eugene off.
Gavin shot the driver through the heart, then stepped on his left hand and said gravely,
"Don't ask me. We can find out with an experiment."
"Fine by me. I'm looking forward to it—no, actually, I'm not looking forward to it at all. Fuck!"
Eugene cursed along with him and stepped on the driver's other hand.
Gavin raised his wrist and stared silently at his watch.
When the driver's final breath faded, Gavin started the timer.
One second...
Seven seconds...
Whoosh!
The driver on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and Gavin and Eugene felt him struggling beneath their feet.
Watching the zombie driver open and close his mouth as he howled, Eugene broke into a sweat.
Gavin, meanwhile, pulled two cigarettes from his pocket and tossed one to Eugene from a distance.
Eugene caught it, took out his lighter, and shakily lit it.
After exhaling his first mouthful of smoke, Eugene quietly asked Gavin,
"Quarterback, do you think we'll end up like those two after we die?"
As he spoke, Eugene looked at the zombie driver, still shaken.
At that, Gavin exhaled smoke, held his rifle in his left hand, and drew his tactical knife with his right.
He plunged the knife through the driver's eye socket and into his brain. As he twisted it hard, he answered,
"That doesn't matter. I don't give a damn what I turn into after I die."
"As for the situation right now, heh. Isn't this how it always goes in TV shows?"
Gavin pulled out the knife and carefully wiped the blade on the driver's clothes.
Nearby, Eugene spat and continued,
"You mean The Walking Dead? Fuck, are we really going to be like that show, with zombie viruses inside everyone?"
It was 2013, and The Walking Dead had already reached its third season.
The news that the main group of survivors all carried the zombie virus and would turn into zombies after death had also spread far and wide along with the show's popularity.
Now that he had witnessed the deaths of God of War Man and Red Dress Woman with his own eyes, the truth was right in front of Gavin, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
Though he didn't know where the zombie virus had come from, when it had first appeared, or how it had spread.
The virus had probably infected everyone in the world before the Zombie Crisis broke out.
As for why his group had survived, Gavin couldn't work out a pattern yet. He might never figure it out in his entire life.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was seeing as many tomorrows as they could!
Thinking this, Gavin tossed the cigarette after only two puffs, crushed it underfoot, and said,
"So what if we have the virus inside us? And what if we don't?"
"If we have it, is it going to stop me from drinking and eating meat?"
"If we don't, does that mean my body will be free of illness and I'll live a long, healthy life?"
"Bullshit!"
With that, Gavin returned to the Tyrannosaurus and looked at the hood.
There were three bullet holes in it, so he slung his rifle over his shoulder, lifted the hood, and started checking.
Eugene came up behind him. He glanced at the engine and, seeing that the damage wasn't too bad, gave Gavin a wry smile.
"You really are the boss. You sure know how to make things sound easygoing..."
"But you're right. As long as the virus doesn't keep me from fucking women, the zombie virus inside us sounds less terrifying than an STD!"
As he spoke, Eugene tapped the gun on Gavin's back with his cigarette and continued, sounding more relaxed,
"Damn, this gun sure isn't cheap. SCAR-PDW, the civilian version of the SCAR. The bare gun alone costs at least two grand!"
"And this one's been modified, too. The regular civilian SCAR can only fire one shot at a time, but this one can fire in full-auto."
"Let's see... Whoa, the laser, the three-times holographic sight with a switchable red dot—every last bit of it is from a major manufacturer."
As he spoke, Eugene couldn't help giving it an admiring look. He stroked the SCAR's body with a lascivious gaze and continued,
"Boss, how much do you think this little beauty is worth, accessories and all?"
"How much?"
Gavin pried a bullet embedded in the engine free with his tactical knife, tossed it aside, and asked Eugene.
When Gavin played along, Eugene looked pleased and revealed the answer.
"At least six grand!"
"Oh."
Gavin gave a nonchalant "Oh," then smiled.
"That's a lot cheaper than the stuff at my place. I've got a few HK416s at home, and each one has at least three accessories for every rail."
With that, Gavin continued searching for other bullets lodged near the engine.
Eugene excitedly let go of the SCAR and took a long drag from his cigarette.
After tossing away the butt, Eugene ground it into the ground with his foot, twisting hard as he muttered,
"I knew it. Rich people like you always use the best, the most expensive, or something like the HK416 that's both good and expensive. Hahaha!"
Amid Eugene's laughter, the RV sped toward them from afar and finally stopped behind the Tyrannosaurus.
Once it stopped, everyone piled out and anxiously looked at the Tyrannosaurus, which had lost its windshield.
Madison came over to Gavin, looking worried, and asked,
"Fuck, are you hurt, boss? That bastard shot at you!"
In response to Madison's concern, Gavin stood up, patted his arm, and smiled.
"Do I look hurt? That was really dangerous just now, though. You know I don't like taking risks, so I had to kill him."
As he spoke, Gavin pointed at the hood.
"Good thing you're here. Help me check whether this car can still run. It doesn't look like it's smoking, so there shouldn't be any major problems, right?"
"Uh..." Madison froze. "I don't know how to fix cars..."
"What?"
Gavin paused as he looked at Madison's awkward expression, then suddenly grinned and said,
"Come on, kid who grew up on the streets of Chicago. When you were running around the streets, I was still at home playing with tits~"
"Boss..."
Madison rolled his eyes, then looked to the others for help.
Nearby, William staggered over and said quietly,
"Let me take a look."
"No need for you, kid with no tits. I learned a little in the army. I've got this."
Eugene loved showing off, and this was a chance to do it in front of Madison, so of course he had to seize it!
Eugene waved William off from a distance and swaggered over to the front of the car.
As he passed Madison, he exaggeratedly patted him on the chest and mimicked Gavin's taunt.
"Get out of my way already, kid who grew up on the streets of Chicago. Tsk, tsk~"
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