Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

It was noon at Glentown Middle School. After finishing his lunch, Daryl went for a ride alone.

After Zhang Qiang left, Daryl always had an uneasy feeling. This feeling had nothing to do with Zhang Qiang. He thought Zhang Qiang was safe.

But Daryl was always uneasy and had a sense of crisis.

The school, the plantation park, and the farm are all operating normally, and there are no abnormalities in the patrol reports of the armed teams.

Daryl felt like he might be possessed, and he didn't tell anyone else how he felt. He just spent more time patrolling the town alone.

After riding his Harley around town, Daryl stopped on the road at the entrance of town. He decided to relax and smoke a cigarette.

The wind was a bit strong at the end of summer. Daryl lowered his head to protect the wildly shaking flame of the lighter. It took him two attempts to light the cigarette.

He raised his head, and something seemed to flash in the corner of his eye. Daryl turned his head and looked outside the town.

In the dense woods, the bushes were moved by something, and a swaying black shadow slowly walked out, stretching its neck and sniffing around aimlessly.

"Ha. Zombies."

Daryl smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was too sensitive. He turned the motorcycle around by pushing the ground and was about to leave when he heard the growl of zombies in the distance.

“Roar…! Roar…!”

Daryl stopped for some unknown reason. He realized that the zombie was too aggressive and it should not be able to detect him from such a long distance.

He looked toward the woods.

This time, there were more shadows.

One, two, three, four...

Daryl was still smoking when scattered numbers began to appear, but soon the cigarette butt in Daryl's hand fell to the ground.

More and more dark shadows and roaring sounds appeared from the forest. The dense tide of zombies showed their heads. The zombies were crowded together, shaking their heads and rubbing their shoulders against each other. The density was extremely high.

"Roar---!!!"

The first zombie to discover the town had already walked onto the road. It noticed Daryl's presence and began to roar loudly.

"wtf!!!"

As Daryl cursed, the tide of zombies behind the leading zombie began to become restless. The overwhelming roars of the zombies came, and countless pairs of rotten feet flattened the bushes and quickened their shaking pace towards the entrance of Gran Town.

Daryl picked up the hunting crossbow behind him and shot an arrow through the head of the first zombie. The arrow head was exposed at the back of the zombie's head, dripping with black blood.

Daryl picked up the intercom on his waist and immediately called Moore:

"More! More! A large number of zombies are attacking!! Quickly get everyone outside to go back!! Everyone keep quiet!! This group of zombies is heading towards Gran Town!!"

zizi...

Moore's voice came from the intercom:

"What? Are you kidding me, brother? Where did the zombies come from? How many are there? I'll bring some people to clean them all up."

Daryl had already started his motorcycle, ready to speed away from the sight of the zombie tide. He didn't want to lead these guys to the school.

despair!despair!despair!

boom!

Gunshots were heard from the direction of the school, and Daryl's face turned dark. He knew that people often practiced shooting after lunch, but now was too bad a time. Making any noise would only attract all the zombies to the vicinity of the school.

In a hurry, Daryl cursed directly into the intercom:

"Stop those damn guns!!! Everyone go back to school and keep quiet!! Don't you understand, stupid Mor!!!"

zizi...

On the other end of the intercom, Moore was sitting in a chair in his office, and Maya, in her black silk business suit, was still squirming on him.

When Moore heard Daryl's furious voice, he really realized that the situation was urgent. He patted Maya on the back to ask her to stop, then stood up hurriedly and picked up the walkie-talkie to command the armed team who were still resting.

"Everyone be damn quiet!! Something big is happening!! Stay alert!!"

As Moore ran downstairs, he yelled into the intercom. After being swept by his horrifying eyes, the old people and children walking in the school immediately dispersed and returned to their residences in the teaching building.

An armed team of thirty people was assembled by More. Dai Ya and An Zhui also received contact from More. More told everyone the current situation, and they immediately separated to inform the subordinate workers.

In the plantation park, next to a newly cultivated vegetable plot, Sarah, sweating all over because of the hot weather, sat under the arbour and flirted with her husband Deacon. They both had just finished lunch and were enjoying the comfortable day.

Sizzle...

The intercom that Sarah placed on the table rang. Deacon looked at the intercom helplessly and loosened his hands around Sarah's waist.

Sarah stuck out her tongue and smiled mischievously, picking up the intercom.

An Zhui's impatient voice sounded:

"Sarah!! Quickly notify everyone in the Plantation Park to come back!! A large group of zombies have entered Gran Town, and we don't know how many there are! We need to ensure everyone's safety first!!"

Sarah was surprised. She wanted to ask something, but An Zhui left the band to inform others.

"Shit! I have to go find the drunkard! Sarah, do what you should do! The idiot drunkard must have gone to the back hill to sleep!"

Deacon handed a pistol to Sarah, turned around and ran to find his good brother, the drunkard.

Sarah got into the mood. She picked up the loudspeaker on the table and shouted at the workers who were enjoying the cool air and eating nearby:

"Stop all activities!! Everyone drive back to school now!! Hurry up!!"

There were many children among the workers. When everyone put down their work and ran towards the road where the vehicles were parked, a white boy found Sarah and said in panic:

"Aunt Sarah, I can't find Kyle...! He must have gone fishing..."

Sarah frowned, she squatted down and comforted the boy with mud on his face:

"Don't worry, I'll go notify everyone! Can you get in the car with the others first?"

"Okay...thank you Aunt Sarah..."

The little white boy turned around with a worried look on his face and ran to the road with the others, while Sarah ran around holding her megaphone and continued to inform the workers...

In the parking lot behind the school, Sean stood on the hood of a police car, listening to Moore's voice on the intercom. He raised his hand to signal all those who were practicing shooting to unload their bullets and leave, because Moore was still cursing on the intercom:

"Fk!!! Sean!! Tell those damn rookies to stop shooting!!! Daryl notified that a large number of zombies are entering the town!!"

"Everyone, put your guns away! Go back to your residence!! Do not go downstairs without notice!!"

Sean turned off the walkie-talkie and shouted to the few staff members who had not left the simple shooting range.

They are the personnel responsible for replacing and restoring targets, and performing daily maintenance of firearms.

Just when all the deployed personnel in the school camp were on their way back, Daryl had already returned to the school on a motorcycle.

The school gate was open, and Daryl saw An Zhui and several of his men distributing supplies in the school.

Surrounded by adults and children carrying food and water, Daryl saw these children sweating and working every day, and he immediately wanted to order the school gate to be closed to ensure everyone's safety.

But on second thought, the zombie tide is not moving very fast, and those who go out should have enough time to come back!

Daryl stopped his motorcycle at a random place and saw Moore who was directing the armed team to maintain order.

"Moir, let An Zhui's people do these things! And those laborers, they know what to do!

We now need sentries and observation posts to monitor the movements of the zombies!"

"Alright, brother, don't worry! Everyone go to your daily posts and be on guard! Everyone, turn on your walkie-talkies!! Pay attention to exchanging information!"

With a wave of his hand, Moore quickly dispersed and went to defend their respective posts.

Moore carried the SVD sniper rifle and went to the rooftop to guard the area around the school with the observer.

While everyone was busy, Carol took Sophia to find Daryl. She said with a worried look on her face:

"We should notify Rick and the others."

Daryl didn't have time to chat with Carol, so he said, "Daiya will communicate with Hershel Farm, you go tell her."

After saying that, Daryl got on his motorcycle and left the school again. He decided to lead some of the zombies away by himself, so that some of the zombies could leave through other roads in Gran Town.

Zhang Qiang, who was still showing off his skills in the Atlanta hospital, had no idea of ​​the new situation in Gran Town. After cutting off the left leg of the white policeman, the situation instantly became chaotic.

"Aa ...

The white policeman who lost his left leg fell to the ground screaming, and his colleagues immediately raised their pistols and fired at Zhang Qiang.

However, Zhang Qiang, who had just finished sliding on the ground, stood up suddenly, took a step forward nimbly, dodged to the side of the police officer who fired the shot, and slashed him with a knife.

boom! !

Chi! !

The sound of gunfire and the sound of a knife cutting through flesh rang out at the same time. The police officer who fired the gun was hit on half of his body by Zhang Qiang, but the bullet hit the floor.

"You and I…"

The police officer's voice suddenly became unclear, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth. His body was almost cut in two by Zhang Qiang. The blade of the knives was stuck in his lungs, causing blood from the wound to flow out of his trachea.

Zhang Qiang used force again and completely cut the white policeman into two pieces. The latter's eyes widened and his pupils lost focus. The upper half of his body with exposed lung tissue fell to the ground, and his lower body also fell backwards, landing with a "pop" and his bloody organs fell out.

"Are you crazy?!!!"

Hansen watched Zhang Qiang take away two police officers, and fear completely took over his heart.

The other police officers who reacted tried to suppress their nausea by seeing the corpses on the ground. Just as they were about to raise their guns, Wang Zhiqiang opened fire with the Type 95 in his hand.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!!

After one volley of bullets, a group of police officers were shot through by 5.8mm bullets. Their bodies were shaking wildly because of being hit, and blood flowers exploded from their bodies.

"No no no! Don't kill me!!"

Hansen, who did not raise his gun, fell to his knees, holding the back of his head with his hands, begging for his life.

Several other police officers who did not raise their guns remained in a daze, with their guns falling to the ground.

Zhang Qiang walked over and pointed the small sword at Hansen's raised buttocks. He poked it hard, and the tip of the knife immediately broke through the sturdy police pants and poked Hansen's buttocks.

“Aaaaaaaahh ...

Hansen screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Zhang Qiang was not ready to take action. He glanced at the remaining five police officers and said slowly:

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

"And who?!!!"

The arrogance for a moment almost made Principal Zhang orgasm on the spot. He was a madman to begin with.

No one dared to make a sound. Even Hansen, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, covered his mouth tightly, not daring to scream out in pain.

The back of the katana lifted the chins of the kneeling police officers one by one, and Zhang Qiang saw a female police officer who looked familiar to him.

"What's your name?"

Zhang Qiang lifted the policewoman's chin with a knife and asked curiously.

The policewoman had a ponytail tied close to her scalp. Now she was at the mercy of the enemy. She knelt on the ground with her hands on her head and answered calmly:

"Dawn... My name is Dawn."

Zhang Qiang fell into deep thought, then quickly responded, "So it's you!"

Zhang Qiang seemed to know Dawn, which puzzled everyone else present, even Dawn himself, but no one dared to ask at this time.

"It's over. You guys can clean up the rest by yourselves."

The sword in Zhang Qiang's hand disappeared, and everyone looked at the ground with their heads down. No one noticed his strangeness.

The dead police officers on the ground will begin to turn into zombies. The white police officer who was cut into two pieces has revived, and the upper half of his body, dragging his lungs, is struggling on the ground.

"Roar ah ah ah!!!"

Seeing the living people around, the corpse spurted out the little remaining blood from its mouth and nose, and tried to crawl towards the nearest police officer.

Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang had already turned and walked towards the corridor. When the door to the eighth floor was about to close, Zhang Qiang's voice came from the stairwell:

"Don't forget, I'm a Komodo dragon."

……

On the first floor of the inpatient building, the unconscious police officers were lying on the ground. Sevo found a cushion and sat on them to rub his knees.

It really hurt when I was kicked just now.

Andrea stood behind the door on the first floor, looking out cautiously through the glass. There were only a few zombies left wandering around. They had nothing in their hands and did not dare to risk going out.

There were clattering footsteps in the corridor, and Andrea became nervous. The previous gunshot was very short, and she didn't know what the outcome would be.

Sewo seemed to have great confidence in Zhang Qiang. He said:

"The equipment on Xiaoqiang is not something these cops can destroy, and they have heavy firepower. Don't worry, he will be fine."

The facts were just as Sevo said, Zhang Qiang and Wang Zhiqiang walked down the stairs slowly with guns in hand.

Andrea walked over quickly, hugged Zhang Qiang and said:

"Great, Zhang! You're okay!"

Zhang Qiang pushed Andrea away and said repeatedly: "Oh, don't be so enthusiastic. Rick and the others miss you very much. Let's go back to my territory."

"Your territory?"

Amy asked, grasping the point.

Zhang Qiang looked at this gloomy girl and thought that the amputation might have brought her a lot of negative emotions.

He and Amy had little interaction, but at least they were in the same camp, so he spoke softly:

"Well, I built a safe place. Everybody's alive."

Amy also hummed, then lowered her head and stopped talking.

Andrea seemed to notice that her sister was in a bad mood, so she came over and protected Amy behind her. She knew that Zhang Qiang was moody and was afraid that Zhang Qiang and Amy would have a conflict.

Zhang Qiang nodded to Andrea with satisfaction. He felt Andrea's awe of him. This kind of caution and respect towards the strong really benefited him.

"Let's go, Uncle Sevo!! Let's go back to our new home!!"

Zhang Qiang laughed.

Zhang Qiang kicked open the door of the inpatient building, picked up the MCX and started shooting at the zombies around him. Wang Zhiqiang also maintained an aiming shooting posture and shot the surrounding zombies neatly.

The heads of these emaciated and rotting zombies exploded with blood, and soon they all fell to the ground...