blood plague

Chapter 93 The Walton Story
On this sunny morning, after Walton Moore quickly finished his fried eggs and bacon, he drank a cup of just-hot coffee in one gulp.Afterwards, Walton drove from home, and 5 minutes later, the car drove into the underground parking lot of his company.

Walton Moore may not be so famous in other places, but in Rapid Creek Town, he is a well-known name.

The four-story department store building in Rapid Creek Town, a local landmark, is Walton Moore's private property.

The first and second floors of the department store are full of various shops, and the third floor is Moore's own supermarket.

After Walton drove the car into the VIP parking space in the employee-only parking lot, he stepped into the exclusive elevator from the first floor of the basement to the office area on the fourth floor.

After entering the office, Walton threw his huge body into the large boss chair, stuffing the chair full.

Subsequently, Walton threw himself into the busy work.

It has to be said that Walton has never been slack in his work. He has to work seven days a week, for up to three hours a day, and sometimes even work overtime until two o'clock in the afternoon.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Walton took the first cup of coffee and the report from the secretary. The dense numbers on the report made him dizzy.

These numbers should not be underestimated, they are elves in charge of wealth codes, as long as you understand the signals they send, you can make a lot of money.

When it was almost noon, Walton heard continuous noises from the street, followed by various sharp voices, screams, car horns, and gunshots.

American people don't like to watch the excitement, even if they are watching the excitement from the 4th floor.Because it is possible to be accidentally injured by stray bullets at any position, the only correct choice is to stay away.

Walton got up and went to the coat rack and put on his coat. He turned back to the desk and picked up the unfinished report, rolled it up and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"Philip, I'm leaving first. Email me if you have something to do." Walton shouted loudly as he walked past the secretary's room in the corridor without turning his head.

After walking a few steps, there was no response. Walton turned a corner and went back. He opened the door of the secretary's room and shouted, "Philip, you..."

Just as Walton yelled this sentence, he saw the young secretary Philip pounced towards him in a strange posture.

Walton slammed the door nimbly, and Philip slammed into the wooden door, making a loud noise.

Then, with a bang, the door lock was broken, and Philip smashed through the wooden door and fell out.

"Philip, Philip!" Walton didn't know what was going on, and he backed away repeatedly while calling his secretary's name loudly.

Philip quickly crawled towards Walton on the ground, his mouth was dripping with mucus, and he made an inexplicable "ho ho" sound.

Walton didn't hesitate at all. He turned and ran back to his office, closed and locked the wooden door, and quickly took out his mobile phone to dial a private number.

"Beep beep..."

After the phone rang for more than ten seconds, no one answered. Walton cursed secretly, then hung up the phone and dialed another private number.

"Beep beep..."

After the phone rang for a long time, no one answered.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The wooden door made a loud noise, and it seemed that Philip was banging on the door hard. Walton turned around and looked at the wooden door of his luxurious office, and saw that the screws on the edge of the wooden door seemed to be shaking with the door.

"Damn it!" Walton hung up the personal phone angrily. He quickly dialed the police number, and the phone answered after a beep.

Walton yelled into the mobile phone at a fast speed: "The fourth floor of Moore Company in Rapid Creek Town, emergency! My secretary seems to be crazy, and it seems that he has an outbreak of rabies. He is attacking me crazily! Hurry up! Police officer..."

Walton suddenly felt that something was wrong. The operator on the other side of the phone didn't answer anything, but he clearly heard some strange sounds. It sounded like someone was biting and chewing.

Walton's hand holding the mobile phone gradually dropped, and he was walking back and forth anxiously. Only then did he see what the street looked like through the window glass.

The streets are full of infected people who are eating a big meal.

For a moment, Walton's scalp tingled, and he realized that the legendary doomsday had come.

It's too late to think too much, the wooden door can't stop a young and strong adult man who doesn't hesitate to use his body as a battering ram for too long.

Walton walked to the desk, he opened the middle drawer, and a Remington M870 shotgun lay in the middle of the drawer.

Walton picked up the shotgun, pulled the movable handguard hard, and only heard a slight "click" sound, and a 12-gauge shotgun was pushed into the chamber.

Walton stood behind the desk with a shotgun and waited for a while. With a sound of "dong", Philip finally broke open the wooden door, and he staggered into the room.

After Philip fell headlong, he struggled to get up again and swooped towards Walton, only to be blocked by the huge desk.

The ferocious-looking Philip was reaching out and grabbing forward, while Walton stood calmly out of reach of his arms.

Walton pointed the shotgun at Philip's head, and he thought of something before shooting, so Walton stopped his trigger finger, and he said to Philip, "I'll take this shot." Presented to you on behalf of Marianne, thank you for giving her a good job!"

"Beng!"

With a gunshot, the part above Philip's jaw disappeared, and the residue even splashed outside the office door.

Walton pulled the movable handguard of the shotgun and threw a hot shell out flat.

Walton walked quickly to the window, and he looked downstairs.

It's over, I don't know if this world is over, at least Jixi Town is over.

Walton returned to his desk. He sat on the office chair and took out his mobile phone. After unlocking it, he quickly opened the social software.

Then Walton mass-messaged the words "Is anyone there! The end of the world is coming!" to everyone.

The message was sent out smoothly, and Walton stared at the screen for a few minutes without any reply.

Well, the world is over together.

Walton glanced at the shotgun in his arms. He was considering whether to take the gun to the street to try his luck, or just turn the gun and shoot at himself.

At this moment, Walton suddenly remembered that there was actually a "Doomsday Fortress" that could allow him to escape this crisis of annihilation.

Walton stood up, picked up the framed family photo on the table, glanced at it, and threw it on Philip's body without any attachment.

You bastard, I raised you for 15 years, and in return, you gave me a son and a daughter?
Walton had difficulty urinating half a year ago. After going to a urologist for a series of examinations, he learned a shocking secret about himself: his vasculature was naturally blocked.

No wonder I've been flirting outside for so many years without a single accident.Here comes the question, how did my two children come about?

Walton fell into deep thought.

Afterwards, Walton hired a private detective to do a detailed investigation. After getting the results of the investigation, he also consulted a very professional divorce lawyer.Walton had only one request: how to keep that bitch from getting a penny.

The divorce lawyer came up with an excellent idea for Walton, which is to ask him to find a way to sign a fidelity agreement with Marianne.The agreement came into effect after it was signed, and whoever strayed will leave the house without leaving the house.

Marianne would definitely be extremely happy. She knew that Walton liked to have a good time outside. As long as Walton couldn't help it and made a mistake again, she could get all the family property and kick the old man away justifiably.

In the past few days, Walton was thinking about how to create an opportunity to sign an agreement, but he did not expect that all the problems would be resolved by themselves at once.

With the thrill of blasting Philip with a single shot, Walton walked into the exclusive elevator and went directly to the first floor of the basement.

It was daytime working hours, and there was no one in the underground garage. Walton walked to the warehouse door and skillfully entered the unlock code.

After a beep, the door lock opened.

Walton forcefully opened the iron door and walked inside. He turned around and took a last look at the outside world, before closing himself permanently in the dark warehouse.

　Showa America Story, watched the promotional video with great interest, and to be honest, I was overwhelmed by Reggio.

　　This is not just a zombie game made by the Chinese that took place in the United States.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)