Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Zhang Qiang still remembers the road he took to Glen Town. He only needs to ride in the opposite direction, and then go to the vicinity of Atlanta city and compare the map route to find the CDC.

The motorcycle was speeding on the road, and Zhang Qiang even wore a helmet to increase speed.

He didn't dare to do any stunts on a street car, for fear that something unexpected would happen and he would fly out of the car, and then rub against the ground at a speed of 120 miles per hour.

On the overgrown roadside, some wandering zombies are still wandering around. If there is no specific source of sound, it will take them a long time to find where humans live.

Zhang Qiang ignored these scattered zombies and rode his motorcycle forward.

His destination was Atlanta, and riding a motorcycle and finding the way might take a whole day. Before nightfall, he had to at least reach the wheat field cabin where he had stayed before.

The sun hanging in the sky slowly moved towards the west and set. The light became hazy and soon turned into the orange-red color of the sunset.

Zhang Qiang parked the motorcycle on the side of the road, took out the small oil barrel tied to the back seat, and filled the motorcycle with oil.

He shook the small oil barrel, feeling the weight and sound, and found that only a small half of the gasoline was left.

At this time, Zhang Qiang suddenly felt the difficulty of traveling alone.

However, this difficulty was not enough to make him give up his plan and go home. Zhang Qiang tied the small oil drum and continued to drive the motorcycle forward.

The orange-red color of the sky gradually dissipated, and the dim blue covered the dome. Night was about to fall, and Zhang Qiang finally saw the wooden house where he had stayed before.

The wheat in the wheat fields has turned golden yellow. The last time I came here was a month ago.

Zhang Qiang found a small path and rode his motorcycle up the slope where the wooden house was. He pulled out the motorcycle key and brought all the supplies into the house.

The sofa in the room was covered in dust. When people left last time, they didn't close the door, so a lot of dust blew in with the wind.

Zhang Qiang pushed a sofa against the wooden door. This flimsy door did not give him any sense of security.

There was no sound in the silent room. The cans that had been eaten last time were scattered on the ground. The food residue had disappeared, probably eaten by the maggots laid by the flies.

Zhang Qiang used a lighter to light the half remaining candle in the room, and the candlelight dispelled the darkness in the wooden house.

He opened a can of food in his backpack, ate a simple meal, and then took a candle to the attic where he had slept before.

The mattress in the attic had not been moved. No one had been here since the team left. Zhang Qiang picked up the mattress, shook off the dust on it, patted the mattress a few times with the clothes left by the owner of the house, and then lay down on it to think about life.

The loneliness of being alone made him ponder why he had to take the risk of traveling alone, why he couldn't just enjoy life in the camp and earn points step by step.

With his current prestige, he deserves everything he enjoys.

He is not a dictator like Negan, but the people under his rule should think he is quite domineering. Sometimes Zhang Qiang feels that he is quite similar to Negan, both of whom use force to rule the people below.

But now he is far from being able to compare with Negan. Negan has an armed force of hundreds of people, multiple camps for support, multiple outposts to control the surroundings, as well as heavy machine guns and explosives...

Thinking of the people he might face in the future, Zhang Qiang immediately felt a headache. Not to mention Negan, who was too distant, the Governor was also a big concern for him.

At this time, I don’t know whether Woodbury has developed or not. If it hasn’t developed, it’s not a big deal. Zhang Qiang can accept the governor. This guy’s ideas are slightly different from his, but Zhang Qiang, who has absolute strength, can easily control the powerless governor who just escaped from the military defense base.

If the governor had made some progress, Zhang Qiang would have no choice but to kill him.

After all, the Governor is a pervert who even Rick cannot convince. He keeps his daughter who has turned into a zombie captive and massacres the civilians under his rule who do not want to fight.

Such people adhere to the law of the dark forest to the extreme.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but laugh out loud. He and the governor were quite similar.

"To be honest, if the civilians under my rule dare to betray me, then I will also..."

After thinking too much, Zhang Qiang fell asleep in a daze.

Night, midnight...

An endless black tide slowly emerged from the road. Countless rotten feet trampled through the old soles of shoes, trampling all over the ground, searching for the desired target.

Countless swaying figures rose and fell in the darkness. The zombies that had not found their prey were just growling, but when there were tens of thousands of them piled together, the roars of the zombies turned into an overwhelming noise, driving away all the insects in the summer night.

This is a herd of zombies that walked out of a city with a population of one million [Atlanta].

No, it’s not an exaggeration to call the current number a sea of ​​corpses.

When the sea of ​​corpses flooded the wheat field, countless footsteps sounded near the wooden house. Zhang Qiang's consciousness broke away from the dream, and then he clearly heard the roars of corpses one after another.

"Roar---!"

"Ugh—!"

“Hoooooo…!!”

Zhang Qiang's whole body stiffened instantly and he dared not move. The roars of the corpses never stopped around him, and the sounds from afar also came over, sounding more intense.

He suspected that he was surrounded by zombies and wondered if the zombies had discovered him.

The MCX rifle appeared in Zhang Qiang's hand. Zhang Qiang looked at the extinguished candle on the ground with fear. Fortunately, the remaining candle was still burning. If the candlelight had lasted until now, the zombies outside might have noticed the swaying light source in the attic window.

Zhang Qiang lay on all fours on the attic floor, crawling lightly step by step, and cautiously came to the window to observe the situation outside.

"..."

A huge shock instantly filled Zhang Qiang's heart. Countless figures were swaying in the night all over the ground, and zombies were almost crowded together as they passed by the outside of the wooden house.

They followed the head of the sea of ​​corpses and left, but this sea of ​​corpses was too large and there were still zombies passing by the wooden house.

Zhang Qiang swallowed, cold sweat dripping from his backpack. He could no longer roughly estimate the number of zombies. As far as he could see, the horizon was filled with zombie heads shaking in disorder.

"It's over. I'm going to be trapped here and die."

For the first time, Zhang Qiang felt despair because of the huge number of zombies.

A few thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand?

He can’t feel it!!!

Only the howling corpses occupying the land reminded him that this was no longer a swarm of zombies that a single soldier with hot weapons could break through, this was a true wave of zombies - a sea of ​​zombies!!!

Migrating to other places because of lack of food is the instinct of all biological groups. The zombies retain this characteristic. When a zombie starts to leave the city because of hunger, more zombies seem to be summoned and gather together...

The outer walls of the wooden house were hit intentionally or unintentionally by the dense tide of zombies. Countless zombies passed by the wooden house, and their shoulders or bodies hit the wall, causing the wooden house to creak and groan.

This made Zhang Qiang, who was hiding in the attic, tremble uncontrollably. He doubted whether the American wooden house was strong enough to withstand the passing of the sea of ​​corpses.

If the wooden house was knocked down by these countless zombies... then he...

Fortunately, Zhang Qiang did not make any noise to the sea of ​​corpses, otherwise, if these zombies really surrounded the wooden house, the heavy weight would press and pounce on it, and the walls of the wooden house would definitely not be able to hold on! !

Zhang Qiang was trembling all over. He slowly moved his body and lay back on the mattress. There was no other thought in his mind, such as where the sea of ​​corpses was moving or whether Gran Town would be affected. He was no longer able to think for others.

"Sleep, sleep... maybe they will leave when you wake up..."

Zhang Qiang closed his eyes and began to comfort himself.

after one day……

Zhang Qiang was still lying in the attic with his eyes open and bloodshot. He had not eaten or drunk and dared not make any noise. He had persisted for a day and a night.

The sea of ​​corpses outside the house was still moving. A large number of zombies collided with the wooden house, then avoided the house and moved forward again. The sound of the zombies hitting the house made Zhang Qiang unable to sleep. He fell asleep and woke up again, and his mind was always in a state of panic.

Before traveling through time, Zhang Qiang had read a post reposted by a brother on the forum titled "Zombie Survival Manual", which mentioned the mental torture of being trapped by a group of zombies.

The roar of corpses is always around, making people unable and afraid to rest. Now Zhang Qiang has experienced it personally.

Although there was a walkman and headphones in his backpack that An Zhui had brought with him, Zhang Qiang didn't dare to use them. He had to pay attention to the situation of the wooden house. If the house collapsed under the impact of the sea of ​​corpses, Zhang Qiang would still have a chance to make the next move.

"What should I do? I'm so scared..."

Zhang Qiang curled up on the mattress, his body shivering. He reached into his backpack, took out a bag of QQ gummy candies, carefully tore open the package, and mechanically and repeatedly stuffed the candies into his mouth.

After a while, perhaps due to the effect of the sugar substances, Zhang Qiang felt that his mental state improved a lot.

Zhang Qiang browsed the panel mall to see if there was anything that could help him get through the predicament.

Fragmentation grenades, flash grenades, stun grenades, snapshot grenades, electromagnetic pulse grenades, decoy grenades, Molotov cocktails, thermite, adrenaline injections, throwing knives...

These commodities, which are basically not used in daily life, made Zhang Qiang, who was in trouble, re-examine their uses.

However, all the tactics Zhang Qiang thought of were ultimately useless after he simulated facing the sea of ​​corpses in his mind.

Under the crushing pressure of the huge number of corpses, without tactical missiles or strategic missiles, which are devastating strike weapons, the threat of the sea of ​​corpses cannot be eliminated at all.

In the end, Zhang Qiang only bought five epinephrine injections in case of emergency.

Adrenaline injection is the most expensive consumable in tactical equipment. Other grenades only cost fifty points, but adrenaline requires one hundred points.

Of course, its effect is also very significant. It can almost instantly restore all the health of [Mission Constitution], allowing Zhang Qiang Wujia to withstand more bullets, restore physical strength, and improve athletic performance.

As for whether the [Mission Constitution] can resist the infection induced by the zombies' bites, Zhang Qiang didn't dare to gamble.

Time passed little by little, and another night went by. The roars of the corpses outside the wooden house gradually dissipated. Zhang Qiangxu opened his eyes and peeked outside from behind the window. The tail of the sea of ​​corpses had appeared, and only scattered zombies were following behind. It was obvious that they did not keep up with the main group.

"Fuck you."

Watching the black waves receding in the distance, Zhang Qiang said the words that best expressed his emotion, then fell asleep on the mattress.