Doomsday America

Chapter 60 The Silent Horse Ranch
The zombie cow's carcass rolled and dragged across the grass, leaving a trail of blood. As the blood was lost, only the marks of crushed grass remained.

Gavin drove back to the front of the cowboy barracks, circled the many zombie corpses for half a turn, and dragged the zombie cow nearby by swinging its tail.

Gavin stopped the car, got out, looked at the road and yard littered with corpses, pointed to the Dodge Pickup that still had some burn marks, and said.

"I'm going to find a fire extinguisher; I need to spray this thing."

"I'll go, boss."

Madison interrupted Gavin, jogging out to search the cowboy dormitory.

Seeing this, Gavin said nothing and continued to wander among the cowboys' corpses.

His gaze swept across the faces of one cowboy after another, and every now and then a moment of unease would creep over him.

Eugene grinned and asked Gavin a question.

"So, Boss, have you seen any of your good teammates?"

"Stop your fucking foul mouth, there are quite a few people I know here."

Gavin cursed back without turning his head, while squatting down in front of a black-haired zombie.

Seeing this, Eugene also squatted down next to the zombie and continued to ask with a smile.

"What's so special about him? Did he hold you when you were little, or is it because all the other zombies are wearing pajamas, but he's wearing a full denim outfit?"

"No, he's Giorno, my family's veteran cowboy. He was already working for my family before I expanded the farm, and now he should at least be a leader among the cowboys."

At this point, Gavin opened Giorno's clothes and searched through them, but found nothing. He then turned Giorno's body over.

When you turn it over, you can see that Giorno does indeed have a walkie-talkie hanging on his waist.

Seeing this, Gavin quickly took the walkie-talkie off his phone.

Eugene, standing nearby, also beamed with joy.

"Great! Communication has become so much easier with this. How far can your walkie-talkie reach, boss?"

"Distance is not a problem."

Gavin gripped the walkie-talkie and explained to Eugene.

“I have a lot of cowboys, so walkie-talkies are a must-have. If I remember correctly, there are at least four walkie-talkie repeaters in the farm area.”

"They were placed at the resort airport, my estate, the eastern airport of the estate, and the Richard County Sheriff's Office!"

"At this time, the repeaters should not have any problems. Of course, we still need to bring all the repeaters back and place them in more suitable locations for protection."

"With these four repeater stations, at least the radio communication signal within the farm area can remain uninterrupted!"

At this point, Gavin decisively brought the walkie-talkie to his lips.

He pressed the call button and began to speak.

"Cowboys, this is Gavin. Respond if you receive this!"

After saying that, Gavin held the walkie-talkie and waited for a moment.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

Eugene couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sky over the farm.

Ah, that sun is fucking bright.

At the same time, Gavin started the call again and repeated the same thing.

"I am Gavin. Is anyone else still alive?"

This time, Gavin waited for five seconds before shaking his head, getting up, and hanging the walkie-talkie on his waist.

Eugene.

He simply waved to Eugene.

"Go find the walkie-talkies and collect them all."

"Hmph, I'm going now. That wicked boss, what a load of bull—capitalism!"

Eugene rolled his eyes at Gavin, then pulled out his pistol and darted into the dormitory.

Gavin continued his search on the zombie corpses outdoors.

A short while later, Madison, holding a fire extinguisher, sprayed the Dodge Pickup Truck with water. After confirming that there were no further safety hazards, he put down the fire extinguisher and joined the work of collecting the walkie-talkies.

About thirteen or fourteen minutes later, Gavin leaned against the hood of the Raptor, holding his gun, and silently watched the scene of corpses strewn everywhere.

An exaggerated voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on his waist!

"God, Gavin, are you still alive! Good heavens!" Upon hearing this voice, Gavin's muscles instinctively tensed for a moment.

But just a moment later, he chuckled silently and answered into the walkie-talkie.

"Eugene, if you do something this stupid again, I'll rip your ear off and stuff it in your stomach!"

"Haha, you've been found out. I just wanted to make things easier for you, and Old Mike is very supportive of me~" Eugene's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Fuck Eugene, I didn't agree!" Madison muttered guiltily into the walkie-talkie.

After they finished talking, the two of them walked out of the dormitory together.

Madison then showed Gavin the walkie-talkies in his arms, which numbered a full sixteen.

You should know that walkie-talkies aren't something everyone has; one walkie-talkie is enough for a cowboy squad.

Considering that each cowboy squad has at least six or seven people, there should be more zombies in the cowboy dormitory area. It seems that a lot of cowboys have gone to town to party.

Seeing that everyone had collected everything efficiently, Gavin nodded and patted the hood of the Raptor.

"Alright, get in the car. The horse farm is less than three kilometers ahead."

At this point, the three of them got into the car and started moving forward. They quickly crossed two kilometers of grassland and appeared in the distance of the vast horse farm.

The horse farm, dairy farm, and estate itself are arranged in a triangle, with roughly equal distances between them.

The only difference is that the horse farm covers a much larger area than the dairy farm.

Although Gavin Estate only has a few hundred horses, note that most of them are bred for racing!
Therefore, near the racecourse, there is not only a large open space and grassland connecting the back of the estate, but also different racetracks such as grass tracks and dirt tracks to facilitate horse training.

The arrangement of numerous running tracks alone already occupies a vast amount of land.

At this moment, inside the Raptor vehicle.

Looking at the racetracks stretching into the distance, Eugene spat in frustration and slapped the back of the driver's seat.

"I'm fucking hating you rich guys more and more, buddy. I should really become the boss myself and let you capitalists get a good beating under my ass. That would be the only way to vent my anger, hahaha~"

"Hehe, you can try if you want. Later, when there are more people, we can set up a boxing ring. If you can beat me..."

Gavin turned around, looked at Eugene with a teasing expression, shook his head with certainty, and laughed.

"Forget it, you can't win."

"That's enough, boss. Stop messing with me. I still have work to do. You can't do without me!"

Eugene chuckled, feeling a bit wary of Gavin's old punches, and quickly propped the MK11 up against the window, looking towards the horse farm dormitory.

Seeing Eugene get into work mode, Gavin grinned, turned around, touched his binoculars, and began to observe as well.

Logically speaking, observation should only require a few quick glances, and with the experience of the cowboy dormitory, this kind of work should be easy.

But for some reason, Gavin and Eugene fell into an eerie silence after seeing this.

In the passenger seat, Madison waited for more than a minute without hearing anything from the two of them, so he nervously asked.

"What's going on, boss? Eugene, why are you two suddenly so quiet?!"

Madison rubbed his forearms, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin.

Fortunately, Gavin finally replied. He put down his binoculars and frowned as he spoke.

"It seems like someone has been here before!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Madison was shocked and couldn't help but shout.

"You mean our territory has been taken over?"

"Stop joking, Big Black. It's just that someone was here. It seems like the zombies in this area have already been lured away!"

Eugene kicked the passenger seat, interrupting Madison's startled reaction, and then put down his gun and continued speaking.

"Anyway, just like the boss, I haven't seen a single zombie outside. Boss, should I try making some noise?"

"Try it."

Gavin nodded in agreement with Eugene's suggestion, and Eugene immediately pointed his crosshair at the glass of the horse farm dormitory.

sudden!
After the shot, the glass shattered instantly, and the sound of breaking could be faintly heard even by people a kilometer away.

Even so, no zombies rushed out of the dormitory to attack the source of the sound.

Only the horses at the horse farm neighed a few times, startled by the sound of breaking glass.

(End of this chapter)