Doomsday America

Chapter 6 Rick's Happy Gun

"Wow, Gavin, that Colt Python, the famous Rick's Happy Gun, our boss, Old Deng, always brags about it to us."

Madison pursed his lips excitedly upon seeing the Colt python behind Gavin's waist.

"What he said back then was that his Colt was a custom version, with the same style as Elvis's, and it was extremely rare."

"What a pity you didn't use this gun to send the boss to hell, otherwise he could still be bragging to Satan, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison nudged his boss on the head with his foot.

As Old Mai moved, the bloody hole in the boss's head also sprayed out a mixture of red and white liquid.

Noticing Madison's actions, Gavin narrowed his eyes knowingly.

He knew Madison had some grudges against his boss.

Two years ago, at the 2011 Super Bowl.

After the Black Eyed Peas' halftime show, Madison, who had received an injection, went on the court and participated in the championship victory.

Although he wasn't carried off the court after the game, his knee injury still led to a trade controversy after the season.

At that time, the Dallas Cowboys had won three consecutive championships, and the Cowboys' owner had more ideas.

With too many championship-winning players, the team faces immense salary pressure, and the owner wants to cut costs.

After all, they had already won three consecutive championships, who would have thought they could win four or five?
In short, during that year's turmoil, the team manager only kept 22 veteran players and Gavin as the core, and then went to colleges to sign a bunch of kids who idolized Gavin.

Madison was fortunate enough to stay with the team, but what happened during that time is hard to say.

Madison also had a falling out with his boss around that time.

While Madison was busy rummaging through the boss's room, Gavin quickly observed the study and easily spotted a beautifully carved S686 on the bookshelf.

Gavin leaned closer, took the gun off, and flipped the latch horizontally to fold the barrel and take a look.

There are no bullets in this gun.

Gavin glanced at the rifling; there was no rifling. Although it was a collector's item, it was still a smoothbore version commonly used in disc racing.

If you run your finger through the gun barrel, you'll find a thin layer of gun oil spread very evenly.

Gavin straightened the gun, pulled down the safety behind the front sight and ejector clip, and then pulled the trigger.

The gun is in perfect condition; the owner is a gun enthusiast.

Madison is right, he would have preferred to be shot to death. It's a bit of a shame he didn't get the chance to be shot.

With that in mind, Gavin tossed the S686 to Madison.

Madison took the gun, carefully inspected it, and then slung it over his shoulder, saying dejectedly.

"Where's the bullet, buddy? Should I stick my finger in the barrel?"

"Where did you get these bullets? Keep them with you for now. No. 12 shotgun shells are common; we'll find them sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin rummaged through the boss's bookshelf, picked out a few books with soft covers and suitable thickness, and tossed them to Madison.

"Go and see if you have any tape. If not, take the ropes off them and take them with you."

Gavin was looking for tape because he wanted to wrap the book around his forearm and calf.

At least it provides an extra layer of protection.

As for the rope, that's a really good thing; I have to thank the boss for his generosity again.

Upon hearing this, Madison nodded and began to act, lifting the boss's chair up.

After untying the ropes off the boss, he went behind the woman with the gag hanging from her waist and couldn't resist slapping her buttocks.

"Gavin."

He looked at the vibrating toy that had fallen out from behind the woman and said...

"They're both tied up, how are they going to untie each other?"

"Are you stupid?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin cursed without turning his head.

"Do you think either of them could tie the other up like that, and then go to their own spot and tie themselves up too?"

"Of course someone tied them up like this and left them here. As for when that person plans to untie them, that depends on how long the boss usually enjoys it."

After saying this, Gavin left the study and went to the boss's bedroom to search around the bedside table.

Sure enough, there was something in the bedside table; the shopkeeper had even put a finely crafted Colt M1873 cavalry model fully loaded with bullets inside.

After getting the gun, Gavin glanced back at the study and then casually slung the revolver over his waist.

Continuing the search, I found two bundles of banknotes, two car keys, and a bunch of useless photos and documents in the bedside table.

After searching again, Gavin found the location of the boss's safe, but he didn't have the skills to open it.

Just then, Madison's voice came from the study.

“Gavin, there are bullets here, not just Magnum, but also .45.”

"I also found two boxes of 12-gauge shotgun shells, a full fifty rounds!" "Really? That's great!"

After responding excitedly, Gavin continued speaking to Madison.

"By the way, Mike, bring your bullets and come take a look. There's a safe here."

"safe?"

Madison was startled and quickly began tidying up his bullets.

After stuffing about twenty loose bullets and three boxes of pistol ammunition into his pocket, Madison went to the bedroom.

As he loaded his S686, he stopped in surprise in front of the safe.

"Gavin, what do you think Old Deng will put in there? His health supplements and lubricant?"

"I'm too lazy to guess. Try opening it and you'll know."

Gavin patted Madison on the shoulder, while Madison was stunned for a moment, then pointed speechlessly to his chest.

"Gavin, what impression do you really have of me? What makes you think I can pick locks?"

"Didn't you grow up on the streets of Chicago?"

"Does growing up on the streets of Chicago mean you have to know how to pick locks, or lock safes?"

Madison muttered something, slung the loaded double-barreled shotgun across his shoulder, and handed Gavin the pistol bullets.

Gavin took the loose bullets, sorted them by type and put them in his two trouser pockets, then stuffed the whole box of bullets into the side of Madison's backpack.

"If you can't open it, fine. Did you find the tape?"

After putting away the bullets, Gavin asked.

Upon hearing this, Madison shook his head and replied.

"I put the rope in my bag, but I can't find any tape, not even any sex tape. Old Deng and his gang are probably used to using gags to stop them from doing that."

Gavin nodded.

"It's a bit of a shame, but it's not a big problem. It's a pity we didn't see the guns we played with this afternoon. I guess he put them back in the gun room or something. I wonder which room they are."

"There are too many zombies in the manor. I don't want to risk staying here for too long. Let's search this house again. If there's nothing there, we should start thinking about how to leave."

"and then?"

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, Madison frowned slightly, looking a little nervous, and asked.

"After we leave, where should we go? Should we try our luck in the city, go to other farms and estates nearby, or follow the main road into the forest to survive in the wilderness?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin pondered for a moment and then spoke softly.

"Don't mention the city to me unless Twitter is full of videos of zombies being brought under control tomorrow."

"As for where we go next, I plan to go back to my home for a look."

“My family farm is not small, but my dad doesn’t employ many cowboys, and even fewer servants and butlers. Even if they all turn into zombies, we will have a chance to deal with them.”

"Moreover, my home is only about 140 kilometers away from Dallas. It's an independent farm with no other houses nearby, and the nearest town, Karens, is 13 kilometers away."

“Besides being sparsely populated, my family also has a water tower, livestock, farmland, and crops planted last season. The farm is also connected to Chambers Reservoir.”

"That's good."

Madison nodded quickly.

"Sounds like Maggie's farm. I'm getting a bit hungry, Gavin!"

Maggie is a popular character in The Walking Dead TV series. In 2013, The Walking Dead had just aired its third season and was incredibly popular.

Madison continued speaking.

“I never imagined that living near Dallas would have so many advantages. If I had known, I would have bought a farm nearby.”

"Chicago is too far from Dallas and Fort Worth. If I want to go home... damn it, I'll just have to get through tonight first."

"If I survive, I will never let my family become a regret I will never dare to mention again."

"No matter how much time has passed, I must go back and see it, even if it's just a glimpse from afar!"

At this point, Madison raised his head and let out a melancholy sigh.

Gavin patted his arm to comfort him.

Sensing Gavin's movement, Madison suddenly remembered something and quickly continued speaking to Gavin.

"Oh right, buddy, I forgot to wish your parents a safe journey."

"Come on, even if my parents were lucky enough to survive, what they need isn't blessings, but rescue."

Gavin shook his head and said.

"Don't think too much about it. Let's focus on our own things. Now that we have backpacks, we need to pack some larger-sized clothes, especially shoes. You'll need those."

(End of this chapter)