Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Lao Jin bit the flesh on the homeless man's face, and the homeless man screamed in pain, waving his hands around, trying desperately to push Lao Jin away! !

“Help me!!! Aaaaaaah!!”

The scene of cannibalism was so horrifying that even Sevo, a retired soldier, stood there in shock.

Lao Jin tore the flesh off the homeless man's face, and tore off the skin that was stuck to the muscles. He stuffed it into his mouth and ate it with relish.

The homeless man, unable to resist, soon lost his voice and passed out from the extreme pain.

Chi la...

Lao Jin's skinny palm pressed through the homeless man's stomach.

A large amount of blood gushed out, but Lao Jin continued to tear the wound until the homeless man's chest and abdomen were completely opened. Then he reached into the homeless man's body, pulled out the scarlet internal organs and intestines, and stuffed them into his mouth to taste.

Soon, the zombie flu virus, catalyzed by the zombies' saliva, completely took over the homeless man's brain.

“Hoo…!”

The homeless man's corpse growled, and he opened his eyes, which were just as cloudy as Lao Jin's! !

"What the f*ck is this!! What happened to them!!!"

The homeless couple covered their mouths and tried to suppress their nausea. Facing the approach of two zombies, they hid behind Sevo.

"help me……"

"help……"

Inside the warehouse, other homeless people who had fallen ill also witnessed this horrifying scene and uttered weak prayers.

Unexpectedly, the two transformed zombies heard the noise nearby, turned around and changed their targets, and pounced on them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Zhang Qiang had just returned to the warehouse and was looking outside the rusty iron door.

Seeing two zombies appear and that Sevo and the wandering couple were still alive, he rushed in with a dagger drawn.

"Uncle Sevo! The Perkins couple! Stay away from them!!! They are zombies!! The living dead!!"

Zhang Qiang ran to the three people who were frightened and stood still and reminded them.

The zombies were eating the patients on their beds. Zhang Qiang smelled blood in the warehouse and slowly approached them with a dagger tightly in his hand.

While these zombies are eating, he must seize the opportunity to complete the panel task!

"vomit……"

A mutilated corpse with its intestines and stomach ripped open came into Zhang Qiang's sight.

Zhang Qiang tried to suppress the churning feeling in his stomach, but he still retched.

On the plank bed, the corpse that the zombies had been gnawing on had been disemboweled, the flesh on the belly had been torn apart, and the flesh on the chest and ribs had been torn off by the zombies, revealing the bloody bones beneath the flesh.

Where had he seen such a bloody scene? !

I was so scared that I almost dropped the dagger in my hand!

The feeling of torturing a corpse and simply killing someone is completely different!

"Hoo... Ugh..."

A zombie suddenly gave up the remains of his body on the plank bed and turned to look at Zhang Qiang who was holding a dagger high.

Zhang Qiang's expression tensed. Facing the zombie with a dull and terrifying expression and a mouth full of minced meat and mucus, he kicked out directly, hitting the zombie's knee hard.

The zombie's knees groaned, and its body, which already had a poor sense of balance, fell to one side.

However, the zombie's movement of reaching out was not affected much, and it still tried to grab Zhang Qiang's thigh.

"..."

Zhang Qiang forced himself to calm down. He was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. Suddenly, a burst of strength burst out of his body and he nailed the dagger into the zombie's head.

"Crack! Chi!"

The sound of metal rubbing against skull was heard, and blood mixed with brain matter splattered out from the wound where the dagger was inserted.

Zhang Qiang tried to pull out the dagger, but the dagger was stuck in the zombie's skull and could not be pulled out for a while.

"Fuck! Qiang! You killed Lao Jin!!"

Sevo shouted in horror and anger.

"Old Jin is dead! That was just his shell!!!"

Zhang Qiang explained with a grim look.

Now it was no wonder that he was anxious, because the other corpses being torn apart had already started to move. Some of the zombies that had been disemboweled stood up, shaking out their intestines!!

"Hold!!"

Zhang Qiang gave up on pulling out the dagger and took out the pistol on his waist. He tried to aim at the zombie's head, but the bloody and horrible scene in front of him made his arms tremble uncontrollably...

A pair of big hands suddenly attacked from the side. Sewo walked to Zhang Qiang at some point, snatched Zhang Qiang's M9 pistol, and raised it at the attacking zombies.

"You get out of here first."

Saiwo Road.

Bang bang bang!

Three shots were fired in succession, and each shot accurately hit the zombie's forehead.

The civilian pistol had insufficient penetrating power but sufficient stopping power. The bullet left a bloody hole in the zombie's head, and the bullet rolled in the brain, crushing the brain tissue.

The commotion in the warehouse finally subsided. After forcing himself to be strong, Zhang Qiang felt his legs go weak; the adrenaline effect had worn off.

He suddenly sat down on the ground...

The air was filled with the iron smell of blood. Zhang Qiang stared blankly at the corpse of the zombie at his feet.

Chi! !

Kicking the zombie's head, Zhang Qiang pulled out his dagger with a determined look...

"We should get out of here, kids."

After firing the gun, Sevo looked at Zhang Qiang with a cold expression and the homeless couple with a terrified look on their faces, and a look of confusion appeared on his resolute old face.

Everything that just happened seemed to have brought about some changes.

Zhang Qiang watched Sewo trying to control the situation, and his trust in Sewo did not diminish, but increased a little.

Sewo is worthy of being a retired soldier, his mental quality is very strong!

“These monsters are like the living dead in movies and TV shows. Their attacks are contagious and once you’re bitten or scratched, you’re dead.

The recent mass riots reported in the news and newspapers were also caused by them..."

Zhang Qiang shared the information with the three people.

"my Lord……"

Kendall Perkins, a brown-haired woman, buried her head in her husband's arms.

"Qiang, you came back just to tell us the news?"

Sewo asked doubtfully.

Apart from that, he couldn't think of any reason why Zhang Qiang, who had said he was leaving yesterday, would return to the warehouse.

There were few supplies available and not much money.

Zhang Qiang smiled awkwardly and said:

“While walking down the street, I noticed that there were already police officers confronting the rioters.

I found something wrong with them, and was worried that you didn’t know about it, so I came back to check…”

There was an expression of emotion on Sevo's old face, he knew that his efforts for the wanderers were not in vain.

"What do you have in mind now, Qiang?"

Sevo looked at the heavy pistol in his hand, combined with the temperament that Zhang Qiang had never had before, and seemed to have guessed something.

Zhang Qiang looked at Sewo approaching and handed the pistol back. He shook his hand and said, "You keep it, Uncle Sewo. I don't know how to use a gun."

"Sevo, what should we do now?! Leave the warehouse?! But where should we go?"

The homeless man, Andy Perkins, looked at Servo hysterically.

Everything that just happened has had a huge psychological impact on these people at the bottom of society!

Sewo looked at Zhang Qiang, and Zhang Qiang looked at Sewo. Both of them wanted to hear the other's advice.

In Sevo's opinion, Zhang Qiang has transformed into a man with his own ideas, a real "eel".

At this moment, there was a noise at the rusty gate of the warehouse, and a staggering figure appeared with a roar like a wild beast.

Seeing this, Sevo raised his gun. Zhang Qiang looked at the zombies that appeared again with a serious expression.

The zombie outbreak-like growth is inseparable from the flu a few days ago. It's time to make some radical choices.

"Let me do it, Uncle Sevo."

Zhang Qiang walked towards the door with a dagger in his hand.

The zombies who heard the noise looked up at the warehouse. Although their cloudy eyes had poor vision, they could still perceive sounds and smells.

"farewell."

This was a fat white male zombie. Zhang Qiang recognized his identity. He was a familiar face near the warehouse and a truck driver.

When the zombies saw their prey, they quickened their pace, but their slow movements posed no threat to Zhang Qiang, whose mentality had changed and whose skills were now much better than before.

He dodged the fat zombie's attack, moved behind the zombie, and kicked the zombie in the knee, knocking him to the ground.

The dagger was used just like before to kill the zombie. The already blunt tip of the blade pierced sharply into the zombie's head, which had few hairs.

Now that the zombies have just mutated, the toughness of their bodies is no different from when they were alive, and their bones and muscles are strong.

Zhang Qiang pulled out the dagger with great effort, thinking that he could never face two zombies at the same time in close combat.

It's okay if it's one on one, but if there's one more, it will be extremely dangerous for him now!

After searching the body of the fat zombie in work clothes for a while, Zhang Qiang found a bunch of keys. He said to Sewo:

"This monster must have been a truck driver. I've seen him and his truck nearby."

Uncle Sevo nodded affirmatively. As wanderers, they were all very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment. This zombie was indeed a familiar face.

"What do you mean? We can drive his truck away from here? In fact, the government will definitely take action, and then we can go to the relief camp..."

Before Sevo could finish his words, he saw the Perkins couple staring at him gloomily. Among the homeless people present, he was the only one who had a social security number and a driver's license.

I'm afraid other people are not eligible for government assistance...

"Okay, so where are we going?"

Sewo didn't want to abandon the people who kept him company, especially Zhang Qiang. He felt that this young man was his family.

Zhang Qiang thought about it and suggested:

“Once you find that truck, Uncle Sevo, you should be able to drive it, right?

Let's go gather some more supplies... no matter what means we have to use.

Then drive out of the city and go to someplace less travelled.”

"Let's find that truck first!"

Sevo had no objection.

Mr. and Mrs. Perkins looked at the bodies around them with concern. They had been wandering for many years and had long lost contact with their blood relatives.

Now I have no choice but to go with the flow and leave with Zhang Qiang and old man Sewo.

Everyone left the warehouse, Zhang Qiang and Sewo trotted out onto the street, followed closely by the Perkins couple.

The streets were full of speeding cars, and swaying zombies appeared sporadically on the streets.

As soon as they find a living person, they will approach with a roar and attack.

The Boken community, which was peaceful yesterday, has turned into a living hell today!!

boom! ! !

Two speeding cars collided while trying to avoid the same zombie in the middle of the road.

The front of one of the cars was deformed and the airbag inside the car exploded.

The windshield of another pickup truck was directly broken by the people flying out of the car.

The unlucky guy who wasn't wearing a seat belt rolled on the road, and his flesh and blood painted the road surface bright red.

"Roar!!!"

A zombie dressed in a police uniform attacked a woman who came for help next to a police car.

It opened its mouth wide and bit the woman's carotid artery. Blood immediately spurted out like a fountain, spraying everywhere around her.

“Ahhhhh! Help!!!”

"Oh my god!!! Devil!! Devil!! The gates of hell are opening!!"

"Merciful God!!"

"Fuck you! Stay away from me!!"

The streets were filled with screams. Zhang Qiang looked at the chaotic community and felt a growing sense of urgency.

Looking around anxiously, Zhang Qiang finally found the white van truck that the fat zombie was driving when he was alive.

He pointed to the location of the truck and said to Uncle Senna: "Over there!!!"

Sevo checked the reliability of the M9 pistol. The old man with a broken leg ran quickly across the street on his metal prosthesis.

"Be careful!!!"

Zhang Qiang shouted.

A speeding car was heading straight towards Sewo on the road. Zhang Qiang's heart was trembling, as if he had a premonition of what would happen next.

squeak---!!!

There was a sharp sound of high-speed brakes on the street. The car finally turned and avoided Sevo after the driver stepped on the brakes to slow down at full speed.

The car nearly hit the roadside lamppost. A middle-aged bald white man leaned out of the car window and cursed at Sewo:

"Damn it!! Don't you have eyes when you cross the road?!"

"Ah?! White?"

When Sewo saw that the person who almost bumped into him was actually Old White, he suddenly remembered something and cursed:

"Old man!!! Give me the key to your convenience store! I want to take away everything in it today!"

Old White glared at Sevo and threw a bunch of keys that were no longer useful to him.

Zhang Qiang and the Perkins couple paid attention to the situation on the road and followed Sevo to the truck.

He asked curiously, "Uncle Sevo, are you familiar with Old White?"

He took it all in just now.

Sevo opened the door of the truck and then the cabin to let the Perkins couple in. He asked Zhang Qiang to sit in the passenger seat and said:

"Go up quickly, I'll tell you when I have a chance."