Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Rick looked like he was beaten badly, but he was still conscious, except that there were some redness, swelling and bruises on his face.

He lay in the tent, enjoying his wife's lap, while his son Carl looked at him, saying nothing.

Rick was trying to comfort his wife. He was in a good mood and had no resentment towards Moore. Being able to see his wife and children today was enough for him.

As for More, he owed him that.

"Dad, why didn't you fight back?"

Carl asked.

Rick was a little embarrassed. After all, he felt ashamed to be beaten so badly in front of the children. However, his good character made him teach Carl:

"Because Dad put More in danger, and it was an inhumane danger...

Although that was not my original intention...but the result...in any case, Moore was right to be angry."

Carl mused.

Outside the tent, Sean sat on a wooden stake, staring at the tent with a strange expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Around the bonfire, people's revelry once again consumed a large amount of canned food. The men drank beer together, while the women talked and laughed about past interesting things.

An Zhui and Kendall stood sullenly beside the truck, watching everything.

After Zhang Qiang and the Dixon brothers drank beer, the three of them went to the lake to test fire the PKM machine gun. The metal storm spitting out tongues of fire hit the lake and created a long string of water splashes...

After the hangover...

Early in the morning, Rick, who had not participated in the celebration yesterday, knocked on the truck's window.

Sevo was sleeping in the driver's seat. After he opened his eyes drowsily, he stretched.

"New officer, what's up?" Sevo asked, yawning.

Rick smiled and said, "You can call me Rick, sir."

"Okay Rick, what do you want?" Sevo asked repeatedly without getting impatient.

Rick pointed at Zhang Qiang who was sleeping in the passenger seat of the truck and said:

"Can you wake him up? I have a proposal that requires the participation of the men in the camp."

Sevo woke up Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang frowned. After opening his eyes, he saw Rick standing outside the car window.

Sevo repeated what Rick said, Zhang Qiang nodded, followed Sevo out of the car and walked with Rick.

Several men who had entered Atlanta before gathered together under old Dale's RV, including Sean.

Rick said to everyone without any nonsense:

“Everyone knows the world is like this now, with zombies everywhere, and we need more guns and ammunition to protect ourselves.

I left a batch of weapons in the city before, and I want to go back and bring them back and distribute them to everyone."

Sevo began to frown.

Glenn, T, Morius and the others nodded and looked at Rick, seemingly thinking about something.

Sean didn't say anything, Rick had already discussed everything with him.

Although he didn't want his brother to take risks, the thought of Rick going to Atlanta and him having the opportunity to be alone with Lori made the devil deep in his heart start to work.

“Glenn knows almost all of Atlanta’s terrain.

With him here and us taking care of each other, we can withdraw after getting the weapons without having to confront the zombies head-on."

What Rick said was very simple, and it was like drawing a pie in the sky.

But the American people present all had the idea that "with a gun in hand, the world is mine", so they were quite in favor of his proposal.

"I'm not going. I did enough yesterday. I just want to rest today."

Zhang Qiang was the first to refuse Rick. He was in a bad state now. He drank too much with the Dixon brothers last night, so he should get some sleep.

"Okay. By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Rick Grimes."

Rick didn't force it.

He heard about Zhang Qiang from other people and had a good first impression of him.

The only downside might be...? He's close to More?

Zhang Qiang shook Rick's outstretched hand and said, "Zhang Qiang."

Among the men present, except Sean and Zhang Qiang who stayed to guard the camp, everyone else, including Sevo, decided to go to Atlanta.

Rick smiled and expressed his gratitude to them. At this time, he had already begun to develop the ability to lead a team, with plans and the ability to take action.

This time, Sevo also wanted to go into the city. Zhang Qiang gave him the silenced M4 and stuffed four full magazines of rounds into it.

"Be careful, Uncle Sevo. Don't save your bullets. Shoot when you are in danger. This integrated silencer performs well."

Zhang Qiang did not stop Sewo's intention, but provided help. He hoped that they could understand each other.

If Sewo had already noticed Zhang Qiang's thoughts...

"Is this rifle really an M4A1? It's very different from what I used before."

Sevo stroked the M4 gun body with an appreciative look.

This improved version of the M4, which will only appear in later generations, is much more comfortable to hold than the old standard M11 of the United States in 4, and it feels neater to aim.

Zhang Qiang took out a few more SIG Sauer expanded silencer pistols and handed them to Rick and the others, but he didn't give them extra magazines.

For a moment, Rick looked at the gun that Zhang Qiang lent him and began to doubt himself.

Is the plan to return to Atlanta really correct? Zhang Qiang is like a mobile arsenal.

There were also a PKM light machine gun and a shotgun in the truck. Zhang Qiang didn't care what others thought and put the Dragun sniper rifle in the car as well.

When asked about the source, just say you picked it up, but people know what's going on and won't ask further.

The team set off for Atlanta, and people are still seeing them off today.

The camp has been living a comfortable life recently. Apart from the despair they felt at the beginning of the disaster, this group of people probably haven't experienced any new blows. They are still a group of sheep.

Except for a few naturally ruthless people.

The sun rose higher and higher, it was noon.

Zhang Qiang decided to go to the lake to exercise. Recently, his strength, speed and endurance have improved a lot.

Although I was able to exercise when I was wandering, my daily intake of calories and protein was not as much as it is now.

On the shore of the lake, a group of women who were doing their daily work sat together washing clothes, chatting and laughing about interesting things.

Seeing Zhang Qiang appear nearby, Andrea shouted loudly to greet him.

"open!!"

Zhang Qiang responded to her with a smile.

After a series of exercise plans, Zhang Qiang was sweating profusely. He took off his T-shirt, revealing his thin and muscular body.

This is just because of the low body fat, which makes him look a little streamlined. In terms of muscle mass alone, Zhang Qiang is still a long way behind Task Force 141.

Can't even pass.

At the lake, Andrea and her sister Amy drove a pickup truck with a small boat towed behind it.

Several women pulled the boat into the lake, and Andrea and Amy rowed to the center of the lake for a short rest.

Soon, the two sisters discovered a delightful scene: there were fish in the lake?!

Perhaps the heavy metal pollution in the lake was not serious, so they rowed back to the shore, got their fishing gear and prepared to go fishing.

Zhang Qiang sat by the lake, using his T-shirt as a towel to wash his body.

When he lowered his head, he suddenly felt that his long hair was very inconvenient and always blocked his vision.

I have to ask who has a pair of scissors when I get back to the camp so I can get a haircut.

Zhang Qiang took off his shoes, put his feet in the shallow water, and lay down comfortably. He squinted his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

Although the summer sun is strong enough, the cool lake water is enough to balance his body temperature.

After a while, he heard a noise in the distance. Zhang Qiang opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw Sean riding on a man and punching the man in the face violently.

Zhang Qiang carried his shoes and walked over barefoot to watch the fun.

Carol covered her mouth and cried, begging Sean to stop and not continue beating her husband.

"It was Ed who got beaten."

Zhang Qiang understood the situation. This white domestic violence man was very cruel to Carol, which was also the reason why Carol had short hair at the beginning of the play.

If you are subjected to domestic violence for a long time, long hair will only make it easier for the other party to commit violence.

"No! Ed! Stop hitting me! Wuuwuwu..."

Although Carol was crying miserably, there was no woman to pull Sean away from riding on Ed.

Because Ed humiliated all the women present in person and slapped Carol hard.

Zhang Qiang saw that Sean had almost finished fighting, so he walked over to act as a peacemaker.

Sean was also angry. He didn't have a family and envied the feeling of having one. He finally got to enjoy the warmth with Lori Carl, but the real Rick came back...

But Ed, a guy with a wife and a daughter, doesn't know how to cherish everything he has.

"Sean, he's suffered enough, stop it."

Zhang Qiang did not try to pull Sean away, but tried to persuade him.

Sean was already angry enough. He raised his eyebrows and saw that it was Zhang Qiang who came to persuade him. He grabbed Edward's collar and said fiercely:

"Don't let me see you do that again! Cherish your family!!"

After that, Sean put Ed down and turned to walk towards the camp.

"Poor Sean, he's in an awkward position now."

Krista said regretfully beside her.

The group of women seemed to know about Lori and Sean's affairs, but they kept it a secret and never discussed these matters in the camp.

Zhang Qiang saw that the situation had calmed down, so he didn't bother with Ed. He sat down by the lake and continued to lie down and rest...

In the camp, standing on the roof of the RV, Dale, holding a shotgun, looked around, alert for possible zombies nearby.

All the young people went out for adventure. Police officer Sean and his "mistress's" son went to play by the lake, and the good young man Zhang Qiang was on "vacation".

Old Dale contributes his little bit of energy to the camp.

He looked around and noticed that his old friend Jim was in a daze. Dale was still looking around, without turning his head, and asked Jim who was sitting under the RV:

"What's wrong Jim, you don't look well."

Jim did not respond until a long while later:

"The boat is still sailing... passing through the mangroves, but the mangroves are endless..."

Dale was a little confused: "What are you talking about?"

Jim looked off into the distance without saying anything.

Suddenly, he noticed Carol coming out of the woods, helping Ed, who had a bruised face, back to the camp.

His expression became even more confused...

In the afternoon, the sun was still very hot. Dale, who had noticed Jim was missing, found him on a hillside.

Jim picked up a shovel and dug one hole after another with great effort.

Dale went up to ask, but found that Jim's lips were dry and peeling. He was thirsty, but continued to dig the hole hard, as if he had lost his soul.

After Dale's attempts to stop Jim were in vain, the children in the camp saw Jim's behavior. They went back and told their parents, and a group of people came to check the situation with confusion.

Just like in the original series, Sean advises Jim not to do useless things that would harm his body.

But the two eventually got into a conflict, and Sean had to use force to subdue Jim and let him rest.

"You have no right to do this... You have no right to..."

Jim sat on the ground and shook his head in despair. Facing the tall and strong Sean, he had no ability to fight back.

The farce seemed to be over, but suddenly there was a rustling sound in the woods...

"what?!"

Dale raised the shotgun he was carrying and aimed in the direction of the sound.

The women and children drew back in fear.

Sean raised his shotgun as well.

Several men, holding their weapons, approached the source of the sound to check the situation.

"Hoo..."

"Ugh..."

Pushing aside the bushes and branches that blocked the view, everyone suddenly became nervous.

Two rotten, mud-covered zombies were kneeling beside the corpse of a gray deer with several crossbow arrows stuck in its trunk, tearing out the deer's intestines and internal organs.

The rustling sound was heard again from deep in the woods, and everyone raised their weapons nervously, worried that more zombies would appear.

Ka la~!

Dale moved his feet and crushed a branch on the ground.

“Hoo! Ugh…!”

The two zombies turned their heads and saw the most delicious human flesh in their memory instinct, and they stood up staggeringly.

Chi! ! !

A crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from the depths of the woods and pierced through the back of a zombie's head, with the arrowhead penetrating through the zombie's eye socket.

Daryl and his brother More ran out of the woods. After seeing the corpse of the gray deer on the ground, More's face was filled with anger. He picked up a dagger and rushed towards the remaining zombie.

"Fuck! Son of a bitch!"

More stabbed the side of the zombie's head with a knife, and the zombie fell to the ground helplessly.

Moore stepped on the zombie's head, pulled out the dagger, and kicked it a few more times out of frustration.

"Well, this doesn't solve anything..."

Old Dale, with the perspective of an elder, tried to instill some truths in Moore.

Moore was too lazy to listen to the preacher's nonsense and yelled at Dale:

"Shut up, old man! My brother and I chased this deer all afternoon, all afternoon!

Do you think it’s easy to get venison in the camp these days? ! ! This stubborn beast even wasted a few of my pistol bullets! "

Sean stepped forward and raised his hand to signal Moore to calm down.

Moore turned his head to look at Sean, and a smile suddenly appeared on his gloomy face. He seemed to have thought of something and smiled at Sean with ill intent.

"What are you trying to do, Sean? It seems like you really think you're the boss."

Maul said to Sean with a smirk.

Forced by the woman and child watching behind him, Sean suppressed his anger and glared at Moore.

Jim and Moore kept provoking him with the issue of "who is in charge", which made his already bad mood even worse!

It was as if after Rick came back, no one took him seriously anymore.

Rick...Rick...

Sean felt like he was going crazy. Whenever he thought of his good brother, he felt irritated. It seemed that his feelings for his brother were mixed with some other emotions...

Daryl pulled out the arrow from the zombie's head and shook off the dirty blood on the arrow with an unhappy look on his face. He went over and patted Moore's shoulder and said:

"Let's go back. We hunted a lot of squirrels today. I wonder if anyone likes to eat this stuff."

"Fuck! Bah!"

Moore arrogantly spat in Sean's face.