Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The Hilton Hotel in Macon is located next to Interstate 475. Although it is also in the city, there are sparse residential areas around it. This is related to the population density of the United States and the building density of Macon.

Clementine goes missing at the Hilton Hotel, which means she has to deal with the zombies roaming around in a lot of flat terrain.

Lee was driving a pickup truck on the highway. Macon was his hometown and he was familiar with the Hilton Hotel. With his salary as a university professor before the disaster, he could fully afford the consumption here.

After recalling the location of the Hilton Hotel, Li roughly sorted out the area around the hotel in his mind. He guessed that Clementine might leave along the highway, or at least not too far away from the highway.

The pickup truck stopped on the side of the road, next to which was the vast Hilton Hotel. It had only a few floors, the highest of which was only three, but the entire building occupied the ground like a pancake, and there was even a garden and a swimming pool behind the hotel.

Daryl blew a whistle and called the soldiers to get off the car and assemble with a hunting crossbow.

There were few zombies on the road. A group of dozens of zombies was moving slowly in the southeast direction of the road, which was exactly opposite to the direction everyone was coming from.

Perhaps the sound of the pickup truck was not noisy enough, or perhaps the zombies were deeply attracted by something, and they continued to move southeast along the road.

Daryl saw the group of corpses with their backs to him in the distance. He said to Li who had just got off the car:

"You and Carol should go look for the girl in the hotel. It is possible that the girl is still hiding in the hotel.

I led the soldiers along the road. Something attracted the zombies. I wanted to see what it was. "

Li glanced at the group of corpses in the distance, and a worried look suddenly appeared on his dark brown face:

"Okay, stay safe buddy, and keep in touch if you have any clues."

Daryl nodded and got into another pickup truck full of soldiers, and asked the soldier driving the car to follow the group of zombies.

The pickup truck accelerated on the road until it was less than fifty meters away from the zombies, then it began to slow down and slowly caught up with the tail of the zombies.

"Roar…"

A zombie in a suit, with its face full of holes and its flesh burrowed in and out by maggots, turned its head. Apparently, the noise of the pickup truck's engine had caught its attention.

Daryl stood in the car with his body pressed against the front of the pickup truck. The speed was very slow. He raised his crossbow and aimed at the zombie in the suit and pulled the trigger.

Chi! ! !

The sharp crossbow arrow drew a black shadow in the air, and after falling briefly, it pierced the zombie's face. The arrow head broke through the zombie's rotten flesh and facial bones like poking into a piece of tofu, and passed out from the back of the corpse's head.

Seeing that his attack was successful, Daryl patted the front of the car and shouted to the driver:

"Pull the car to the side of the road, guys, just shoot and clean up these bastards!"

The test shooting of the crossbow arrow just now was just to try out the new 300-pound crossbow string. After the Ghost's training, Daryl's physical fitness has been comprehensively improved. He does not need to use strings or winches. He only needs to lower the crossbow vertically and use his body weight and the strength of his arms to string it.

Of course, this is still a long way from the speed at which the legendary special forces soldier can string a crossbow with one hand and shoot one arrow every two seconds.

A group of soldiers raised their rifles beside the carriage and pulled the trigger to shoot at the zombies.

The pickup truck accelerated to the side of the road and knocked down a hapless zombie. The rotting zombie rolled several times under the pickup truck chassis, and a thick layer of its flesh was scraped off by the road.

Ka La! !

The pickup truck jolted, and the zombie's head under the car came into close contact with the rear wheel, exploding like a watermelon, and a large amount of black and red blood plasma splattered out.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta———!

There was constant gunfire, and a large number of bullets were fired into the group of zombies. One zombie after another was shot through the body. The rotten body just shook a few times before the soldiers adjusted the shooting angle and shot their heads with a volley of bullets.

A large amount of rotten meat and black blood exploded in the crowd of zombies. The flesh and blood tissue of the zombies was not as tough as that of the living. After being hit by a bullet, a bloody hole burst directly. Some limbs were even shot away by the bullets like pieces of wood, and their bodies quickly shattered in the rain of bullets.

"Oh no! No! Don't shoot!! I'm alive!!"

Suddenly, a female voice screamed in the crowd of zombies, and a tall "zombie" wearing a rugby uniform and a helmet accelerated and rushed into the pile of zombies behind him.

Daryl noticed something unusual. He saw a female rugby player covered in rotten flesh and body parts, trying to break free from the zombies that were rushing towards her.

There is a pretender among the zombies!!

"Cease fire! Stop the car! Save that man!!"

Daryl gave an order and the pickup truck stopped. It was not moving very fast as it was driving parallel to the zombies.

This group of zombies has an imposter. Daryl doesn't believe in such a coincidence. The imposter must know what happened near the Hilton Hotel. If she's lucky, she might have seen Clementine.

A group of soldiers got out of the car, and Daryl also jumped out of the pickup truck, took out a pistol and a dagger, and rushed towards the remaining zombies.

"Hoo!"

A zombie pounced towards Daryl. Daryl pulled the trigger and shot the zombie in the knee. A stream of black and red blood shot out from behind the zombie's leg. The bullet hit the road and deformed instantly.

Using firearms at this distance could easily injure the soldiers in front by mistake. Daryl swung out his dagger and stabbed it into the eye socket of the staggering zombie. He twisted the handle with his big hand, and the blade penetrated into the zombie's brain, crushing the brain tissue and killing the zombie.

The other zombies pounced on the oncoming soldiers. Facing the swaying figures of the Scorpion Special Forces in black combat uniforms, they fell powerlessly to the ground in just two blinks of an eye, with horrifying bloody holes on their heads.

In an instant, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground. The female rugby player was still pushing and shoving among the other zombies, pushing and pushing away pairs of rotten hands that were reaching out.

Seeing that the people in the car really came down to rescue her, she immediately knocked away a nearby zombie and rushed to a soldier and shouted:

"Help me! Help me! Please!!"

The woman wanted to rush into the soldier's arms, perhaps to seek a sense of security, but the scorpion soldier was very indifferent. He pushed her away and said sternly:

"Get to the back! Stop running around!!"

The scorpion soldier at the front pulled out his pistol and began shooting at the remaining zombies that were surrounding him.

"Roar!!"

"Uh ah ah!"

As soon as a few rotten hands approached the soldiers, the attacking zombies were shot through the head by pistols, stopped screaming, and fell to the ground.

There were already a large number of zombie corpses lying on the ground. The soldiers at the back stepped over the corpses and supported the friendly forces in shooting and clearing the remaining zombies.

Soon, all the corpses on the road were cleared out, and they all lay on the ground completely lifeless.

Daryl put the knife and pistol back into the sheaths at his waist and walked over to the trembling woman hiding behind the pickup truck.

Boom!

Daryl patted the hull of the pickup truck hard to wake up the still frightened woman, and asked:

"Who are you and why are you hiding among the zombies?"

Daryl looked closely at the woman's face under the helmet. Seeing that she didn't have a zombie's skin suit, he temporarily ruled out the possibility that she was a remnant of the Whisperers, but he still needed to interrogate her thoroughly.

"My name is Kelly. I was passing by here with my boyfriend. That bastard ran away with a strange little girl when he got into danger. I was the only one left hiding in a nearby gas station...

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I took the risk and ran out. You know, smearing the flesh and blood of these corpses can disguise me and join them…”

The woman took off her helmet, revealing her brown hair. Her nose was a little flat and her eyebrows were long and thin. She looked like a very rugged white woman.

Daryl seemed to have grasped the point. He asked seriously, "Little girl? What kind of little girl?"

Kelly hesitated for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Why are you asking this? Who are you?"

"Answer my question, idiot!"

Daryl frowned and his hand involuntarily reached for the holster on his waist. He didn't trust strangers, especially those who tried to take the initiative after receiving help.

"Ok ok! Calm down!"

Kelly was startled. Daryl didn't hide his gesture of reaching for the gun at all.

"She's a girl of mixed Asian and African descent...her skin isn't that dark...but her hair is very curly."

Kelly made her own judgment.

Daryl showed surprise on his face. He was lucky to find clues about Clementine so quickly.

"Where did your boyfriend take her?!"

Daryl continued to ask.

"I don't know, he left me and continued running along the road! We were supposed to go to the airport to find a civilian plane to Savannah!"

Kelly looked angry and was still upset about her boyfriend abandoning her.