strictlysupreme Chapter 212 Tragedy
Chapter 212 Tragedy
"Fuck!! How dare you?!"
The wolf tribe that was running around and causing damage in the community noticed Alan abusing one of their own. The thugs saw that Alan was just a little girl and rushed over with machetes.
Alan calmly looked at these things that she hated so much, raised her revolver, and repeatedly pressed the hammer and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang! !
Four thugs were shot in the chest and fell to the ground one after another.
Alan didn't shoot them in the head. Now the community is full of thugs running around, and the residents are resisting the invasion in their houses. It would be a good idea to let these bastards become zombies and let dogs eat dogs.
When Alan was about to do this, the sound of gunfire in the community suddenly became frequent. Rick and Sean had helped several residents to clear the wolf tribe outside their houses. The men left the houses with guns and rushed to the streets to shoot these wolf thugs who were looking for death.
The enemies armed with cold weapons wanted to harm the residents armed with hot weapons, but they couldn't even get close and were shot to pieces by the people.
Seeing that the situation had completely improved, Alan shook her head with regret. She walked towards the bodies of the wolves and stabbed their heads one by one with a knife.
Neat knife marks appeared on the eye sockets of the corpse. Alan could feel the human eyeballs bursting when the knife was cut. This was a little different from the crisp feeling of killing zombies in the past.
In the big house at the community center, Maggie and Glenn took Deanna out of the house. Deanna fired a shot into the air with a small revolver and shouted, "Don't let them go! Kill them all!"
There was extreme anger on Deanna's weathered face. The community that she and her husband had carefully built had suffered the greatest destruction since its establishment today, and the residents had also suffered horrific injuries.
As Dianna hid in the house and observed the situation outside, her eyes almost popped out. She saw the thugs dismembering the residents. They were simply a group of demons!
The most difficult battle has been ended by Alan and Abraham. A group of main forces of the wolf clan died in front of the gate of the Alexander community. They were all thugs with guns. The remaining minions can be left to the residents.
Alan avoided the residents' fight on the main road and searched around the wall, checking whether the small gates in each direction were still intact.
As expected, the locks of all the small iron gates were violently broken. While she and Abraham were attacking the gunmen at the gate, several groups of thugs armed with cold weapons also forced their way into the community.
Fortunately, she did not save her tactical equipment, otherwise, if attacked from both sides, she and Abraham would probably become corpses on the ground.
Alan was patrolling the perimeter of the wall, holding a SIG Sauer P320 pistol in his hand, and the bullets in the revolver were all exhausted.
There were no more wolves near the wall, and the enemy's troops seemed to have been used up. Alan contacted his teammates with the walkie-talkie and asked them to leave some alive and torture them to reveal the enemy's base camp.
The idea of being on guard against thieves for a thousand days has led to the current consequences. I believe that after today, Diana's thinking will become radical.
Someone had come to repair the iron gates everywhere, so Alan did not continue her patrol. She went to the infirmary and found that some of the injured's relatives were surrounding the door of the infirmary, yelling at the doctor inside.
"Ginny was cut!!! Hurry up and save her!! Don't you know how to sew up the wound?! What are you doing?!"
"My husband was chopped, Dennis! Please save him!"
People gathered around a fat blonde woman, feeling sad and excited.
Alan pushed aside the men and women who were taller than her and walked into the infirmary. What caught her eye were the injured lying on stretchers.
These people's bodies were cut open by sharp weapons, and in some cases, one could even see their intestines.
If this kind of injury does not require professional surgery in the hospital, ordinary doctors will have no idea how to treat it.
Abraham was sitting in the infirmary, disinfecting his own wounds. Dennis, the doctor who was supposed to treat him, was communicating tactfully with the families of the injured. She was completely helpless with these seriously injured people who had lost too much blood.
Dennis was originally a psychologist. After the disaster, she slowly learned how to become a surgeon. She was only a half-baked surgeon to begin with, and now she could only bear the pressure from the people and give up treating the wounded.
"I'm sorry, but they are already beyond saving. We don't have the conditions to rescue them..."
"Bullshit! You damn liar, you are a doctor! Doctor! How can you watch my family die?"
Dennis was surrounded and insulted by the residents. He held his fat hands over his chest and did not dare to argue with them.
Alan didn't have time to deal with these trivial matters. If the residents had reacted earlier, or if everyone in the community was equipped with a gun, so many people wouldn't have been injured.
"How is it? Are your bones broken?" Alan walked up to Abraham and asked.
"No, but it looks like we'll have to delay for a while."
Abraham looked at the injured on the stretchers with regret.
He was injured, and the community had suffered such a change, so Alan's plan might have to be delayed for some time.
"Then wait and deal with the internal issues first."
Alan had no choice. Her only helper was injured. She couldn't let Abraham go out with his injured arm to search for the satellite station with her.
There was a blonde woman lying on the stretcher, and Alan recognized that she was the injured person he had saved. During the battle, Rosita had been helping the attacked residents, and the blonde woman was taken away by Rosita, but it seemed that she would not live long now.
The massive blood loss caused shock, and the blonde woman fell into a coma like the other injured.
"Roar..."
A low roar suddenly came from the blonde woman's mouth, and the other injured people opened their eyes one after another, revealing their gray-white eyeballs.
The transformation process was silent. People were still arguing with Dennis, but their "family members" had already stood up from the stretcher.
"Wait, Howard, are you okay?"
A woman in the crowd noticed her husband getting up from the bed and asked with a worried look on her face.
People were startled by the woman's words. They stopped pointing fingers at Dennis and looked towards the infirmary.
"Fuck! They..."
When the fact that the injured person had transformed into a corpse was exposed, everyone immediately pulled the woman who was still trying to move forward and retreated, and even Dennis was dragged out of the infirmary.
They were family just now, but now they are zombies.
Abraham stood up unexpectedly, not caring about the injury on his left arm, he drew the dagger from his waist and was about to fight with several zombies.
The zombie had large wounds all over its body. As it climbed up from the stretcher, its intestines and blood slipped out and dangled outside the wounds.
Outside the infirmary, many people felt extremely nauseous and could not help but retching. The contrast between their loved ones and the zombies caused them extreme mental and physical damage.
Alan calmly stopped Abraham and asked him to retreat to the corner. Why use a knife when you can use a gun? The newly transformed zombies are very strong and being surrounded by them will be a dead end.
boom! !
Alan fired decisively, and a zombie that had just stood up was shot in the side of the head, and fell back to the ground staggeringly.
The other zombies were startled by the loud gunshot and turned to look at Alan.
"Roar!"
The newly transformed zombies still have the ability to jog. The blonde female zombie bared her teeth, stretched out her arms and pounced on Alan, knocking the surrounding medical equipment into pieces.
Alan stretched out her arms straight, and at the moment of shooting, she saw the child standing at the door of the infirmary, the boy was looking at her with horror.
That's the blonde female zombie's child.
boom!
Another gunshot rang out, and Alan didn't pull the trigger until the zombie rushed in front of him, shooting it in the face.
Kicking away the corpse that was about to pounce on him, Alan retracted his arm, brought the pistol close to his body and sight, used the CAR shooting posture, and quickly aimed at the two zombies that had approached his face and fired rapidly.
Boom!
The back of the heads of the two zombies were pierced by bullets, and blood and brain matter spurted out from the round hole-shaped wounds in the back of the heads. The killing effect caused by this kind of pistol shooting at close range is very horrifying.