The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 156 Texas Adventure
Old Downey was a policeman. The war took away one of his eyes. This war did not bring him glory. On the contrary, his physical disability made his character very weird, withdrawn and unique. Aggression.

And it was precisely because of his eccentric and withdrawn character that his wife left him with their children not long after he was discharged from the army, turning Old Downey into a real loner.

After the zombie apocalypse broke out, Old Tang used his fighting skills honed in the war to fight his way out of his hometown and came to Georgia by chance.

He did not believe in the People's League, and did not think that this organization established by survivors would be as noble and upright as they advertised.

He believes that this organization, just like the companies formed by smart and wealthy people in the past, is just a tool used by rich people or officials to exploit the people at the bottom.

However, the safe environment in Georgia and the People's Federation's practice of not rejecting outsiders' exchange of labor for supplies allowed the old man to stay. Everyone does not want a comfortable life.

On this day, he went to Farm No. [-] as usual to help Kerim, the farm manager there, with his work in exchange for contribution points.

Suddenly, he noticed that many free survivors like him who were doing odd jobs on the farm were not busy working, but were gathering around the bulletin board chatting about something, which made him a little curious.

Old Downey walked up to Krim, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his fur coat pocket, handed one to Krim, and asked:

"Old man, what are they looking at?"

"Don't you have to work today?"

Krim took the cigarette and glanced at Old Downey. Both of them were veterans of the Vietnam War, but he was luckier and was not injured in the Vietnam War. After the disaster, although he lost his son and daughter, he successfully brought his grandson with him. My granddaughter joined the People’s League together.

Because like Maggie, they are both farmers, upright, responsible in their work, and very familiar with farm affairs, so they were assigned to Farm No. [-] and responsible for managing the affairs here.

Although Downey didn't talk much in the past and seemed withdrawn, he took great care of this old guy who was also a veteran of the Vietnam War. The tasks assigned to him were usually relatively easy ones.

Klimt took out a match, lit his cigarette, took a puff, and then said:
"That was a recruitment order to recruit a group of warriors to go to Texas to perform a secret mission."

Old Downey frowned, looked at Krim strangely, and asked:

"It's strange. All the soldiers of the People's Federation are brave and good at fighting. Many of them are risking their lives. As long as your president gives an order, they will go through mountains and seas of fire. Why are they suddenly recruiting people like us who are begging for food today?"

Almost instantly, Old Downey thought of the reason. He spat on the ground and said with a sneer:

"Hmph, needless to say, this must be to recruit some cannon fodder, right?"

"If you don't want to leave your own soldiers, let's choose a group of us free people who are unwilling to join the People's League to die."

Krim glanced at Old Downey and did not refute, but said:
"It's not hard to guess, but do you know why so many people are interested in such an obvious thing?"

Old Downey was also interested and asked:
"Oh why?"

Kerim stretched out three fingers, shook Old Downey, and said:

"As long as you are selected, the reward for participating in this mission will be [-] contribution points."

"It's equivalent to what we earn from working here for more than a year."

Old Tangny was slightly surprised. He didn't expect the People's Federation to offer such a high reward, but then he thought about it. No matter how high the reward was, if there was no life flower, wouldn't it be equivalent to free prostitution?

Thinking of this, Old Downey was about to taunt Kerim when he suddenly saw his old comrade's expression change and said with a somewhat serious expression:

"Donnie, actually, I would recommend you to participate in this mission. I have inside information. The survivors who participate in this mission will not only receive a large reward, but will also be injected with a special drug developed by the top management."

"It is said that after the injection of the drug, most of the damage in the body will be repaired, and some diseases can also be effectively controlled."

"Don't you already have stomach cancer? With the current medical conditions, this is a terminal disease and there is no cure. But maybe this medicine can save your life, maybe."

Old Downey was startled when he heard this. He had originally planned to stay alive for a few more years and then commit suicide when the cancer became serious. Unexpectedly, he would hear such news today.

Between life and death, there is great terror. No one is not afraid of death. After hearing what Krim said, Old Downey asked excitedly:

"Krim, is your news true?"

Krim took a long drag on his cigarette and said with a smile:
"I know an old guy named Cubris, and he's serving as a squad leader over there in Florida."

"It is said that the guy used to smoke, eat flour and mess around, which damaged his body and almost required painkillers to save his life."

"We all thought he was dead. Unexpectedly, he later worked hard for the senior management there, gained recognition, and was injected with that medicine."

"guess what."

"Now that guy is in his 60s or 30s, but he is as strong as a young man in his [-]s. The old injuries from his youth have been repaired to some extent."

"Last time we met at the main base, and we went to a bar for a drink together. The old guy beat the crowd with one and got six of us drunk."

Krim looked at Old Downey with some emotion and said leisurely:
"If I didn't have grandchildren to take care of, I would want to give it a try."

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The situation was urgent, and Professor Malok's team only prepared at the headquarters for two days before setting off quickly.

Along with him, in addition to several of his direct research assistants, there was also a convoy of twenty elite soldiers and a death squad of ten survivors.

The group took a total of six Black Hawk helicopter gunships and headed to the temporary base in Arkansas.

Old Downey himself was among them. He still couldn't resist the temptation of curing cancer and regaining his life. He decided to give it a try now that his fighting ability had not deteriorated.

However, when he arrived at his destination, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he saw the other members of the team.There were four hip-hop young black guys who were obviously a group, two middle-aged white guys who looked like a couple, a young Asian guy who looked very polite, a middle-aged white aunt, and the only mixed-race guy who looked like he had some fighting ability. Strong man.

Everyone was a little nervous. They split into several camps and stayed quietly in their own places.

It seems that there is a high probability that these people have not obtained inside information and are just here for the large reward.

When everyone arrived at the temporary stronghold in Arkansas, a tall, bald man with swollen muscles, who looked like a bodybuilder, came to the members of the suicide squad under the escort of the escort.

The bald man pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said directly without any pleasantries:
"Gentlemen and ladies, I won't talk nonsense anymore, your mission this time is very simple."

"After the mission begins, each of you will receive a car containing special containers for storing samples, fully enclosed protective clothing, supplies and weapons."

"After you go to Texas, no matter what method you use, as long as you obtain samples of zombies with mushrooms on their heads, store them in special containers and bring them back, you will have completed your mission."

When Professor Maloch said this, he coughed slightly and said solemnly:
"This is a brand new monster. In order to prevent unnecessary danger, you'd better wear the protective clothing I taught you throughout the process to avoid any direct contact with this zombie."

"So, good luck to everyone."

It was close to noon at this time. The members of the death squads enjoyed a sumptuous lunch prepared by the stronghold employees, and then each received their own equipment and supplies and prepared to set off.

As expected, the four black-skinned guys with hip-hop styles didn't delay much, they simply packed up and set off in a group first.

Then there was the middle-aged couple. They didn’t say hello to anyone else and drove away minding their own business.

After the two gang members left, there were only four people left here: Old Downey, a young Asian, a middle-aged aunt, and a strong white man.

Seeing the other three people slowly getting together and tentatively starting to talk, Old Downey knew that these people also wanted to form a simple alliance to explore Texas together. After all, more than one person can do it. More power.

However, Old Downey scoffed at their idea. The bald professor named Malok had just explained that these strange zombies are very sensitive to sounds, and their hearing is even beyond the level of ordinary people, but these guys still want to Form a team to fight together.

It seems that he is really not afraid of being chased by those zombies and dying miserably in a foreign land.

So, Old Downey waited for everyone to form a team and leave, then he drove a modified car alone and followed them from a distance, ready to see if there was any chance to pick up the slack.

It was quiet along the way. Perhaps it was the high temperature and drought climate unique to Texas that affected the spread and vitality of those fungal viruses. They drove for two or three hours and did not see a single one wandering around in the sun. Zombies.

As time went by, Texas got closer and closer, and the three groups walking in front of Old Downey also went to different areas according to their own plans.

After much consideration, Old Downey still focused on the group of young Asian people.

There was silence all the way. After everyone's vehicles entered Texas, the car of three young Asians drove directly towards a city.

This made Old Downey who was following them very speechless. If they could get zombie samples by rushing directly into the city, why would they, the death squads, be needed?
Sure enough, soon, he wouldn't need to worry about these pig teammates anymore.

When he saw from a distance, as soon as the three people's car drove into an empty street, dozens or hundreds of agile zombies rushed out from the buildings in all directions, at high speed and fearless to death. The trio's car launched an attack.

Either smash, bite, bump, or beat.

He used his own body to get under the wheels of these modified vehicles and forced the three cars to stop.

Old Downey immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to follow. Before the zombies' attention was diverted to his vehicle, he quickly turned around and sped away from the city.

As for the fate of those three idiots, Downey didn't know.

Maybe they can persist in that tin box for more than ten hours, until the zombies around them are not interested in them, and then try to escape.

Maybe the car's defense wasn't as high as imagined, and those three idiots would be caught and eaten by the zombies like they were opening a can.

But no matter what, they probably won't be able to return to their stronghold in Arkansas alive.

With the trial and error of these idiots, Old Downey did not dare to approach any buildings that might hide a large number of zombies. Instead, he circled around the suburbs of the city or some isolated buildings hanging outside other buildings. Try to find a lone zombie in these places.

Finally, three hours later, Old Downey found a half-collapsed wooden holiday house in the suburbs dozens of kilometers away from the city. Through the gap between the broken windows and the fallen eaves, he found a A thin zombie is trapped in this wooden house and cannot escape.

Facing the lone zombie this time, he drove a modified car and circled the wooden house a few times. After finding no trace of other zombies, he carefully put on the special protective clothing and picked up a torpedo from the car. Minton M870 shotgun, got out of the car.

He cautiously approached the wooden holiday house, observing the zombies in the wooden house through a hole created by the collapse.

It was a thin zombie, wearing a white wool sweater. No appearance or expression could be seen on his face. A brown mushroom that was bigger than the zombie's face was growing savagely on his forehead. Almost bigger than his head, the entire zombie looks like a mushroom man with legs, feet and body.

Old Downey swallowed and inserted the muzzle of the shotgun through the gap in the wall. His past experience in killing zombies made him instinctively aim the muzzle at the zombie's head.

Just when this fungus zombie was trapped in a small space and unable to move in a wide range.

There was a bang.

The power of shotgun shooting at close range is astonishing. Remington is indeed a well-known international brand. The steel balls bursting out from the gun's muzzle directly hit this thin fungus zombie's head. A dozen metal projectiles penetrated through it. It hit the wood behind it, and opened a dozen or so light-transmitting holes in the already rotten wood.

In the half-collapsed wooden house, there were red, white, black, and yellow bodies. The head was beaten open and all kinds of viscous bodily fluids splashed everywhere. The thin, headless body had fallen to the ground, slightly. twitching.

Old Downey exhaled softly, secretly congratulating himself on his luck. The hardest part had been completed. Next, as long as he sent the sample back to his stronghold in Arkansas, he would be able to get the reward he deserved.

He did not dare to delay, and immediately found a way to open the door of the wooden holiday house. Taking a bunch of special utensils, he began to collect various samples of fungal zombies bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)