Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Lee stayed in downtown Macon, only three kilometers away from the airport's civilian hangar.

The black woman took her sons downstairs to take away the weapons left by Daryl. They also placed extra ammunition next to the guns that originally belonged to them.

Lee decided to go it alone, and Daryl, who had just known him, gave him extra ammunition as a final help.

"Gloria, how are you going to get to Savannah?"

Li looked at the black lady. Gloria was her name.

The black lady hesitated for a moment and said with a hesitant expression:

“There are many planes parked in the hangar. Dinon and Conte are both pilots. They can fly light aircraft such as seaplanes.

But I am worried now, there are some scary demons in the airport..."

demon?

Li naturally thought of zombies, but he did not pay attention to the number Gloria mentioned. Perhaps she was not worried about too many zombies, but the more dangerous individuals among them.

"We have enough guns and ammunition. As long as one of our vehicles can get onto the runway, we'll definitely be able to buy enough time to fly the plane away."

Having lost Clementine, Li was now anxious and out of his mind. He made an hasty judgment without having seen the situation at the airport with his own eyes.

Denon and Conte next to them were not too wary of Li. They already knew Li's story. In addition, Li's friends left a lot of ammunition before leaving, so the previous unpleasantness was over.

It's harder to get some ammunition now than to make money before the disaster.

"Let's act now, Mom! I've been in this place long enough, and now I have someone who can use a gun! I have enough bullets! It's time to leave!"

Conte, who had the most impatient temper, complained.

Denon and Ryan also looked at Gloria with expectation.

The white boy Carl had the guts to break into the hangar with only a small pistol, and successfully snatched a plane from a group of zombies with a little girl as a burden. Why couldn't this group of strong men do the same?

"Okay... Let's gather our supplies, and we'll make a detour to the hangar while it's still daylight."

Faced with everyone's requests, Gloria could no longer be stubborn. She took out a bunch of car keys and threw them into Denon's hands.

Denon, wearing a sports shirt and with bulging muscles, took the key, grinned on his tattooed black face, and began to pack up the supplies on the rooftop.

Li looked at everyone on the rooftop and noticed that the thin Ryan had no weapon. He walked towards Gloria and said something, then handed a pistol to Ryan as Gloria looked worried.

"Your mother said you can shoot a gun, take it and protect yourself."

Lee patted Ryan's thin shoulder.

Ryan nodded solemnly.

The group quickly packed up their supplies and went downstairs to drive the car. It is worth mentioning that Gloria's car was the SUV that Daryl had used as a cover before.

The SUV backed out of the blocked street and headed toward another road.

On the bleak autumn streets, some zombies that were startled by the previous noise have slowly walked out of buildings and alleys. They raised their thin and rotten necks and roared softly at the receding SUV.

At this moment, a fat zombie with a bloated body and filled with various fermentation gases suddenly bent its knees, and a short and thin black shadow jumped onto its shoulder.

"Roar……"

The fat zombie didn't react at all and continued to roar softly while looking at the departing vehicle.

The humanoid creature squatting on the shoulder of the fat corpse was covered with shiny green skin. Its torso was thin and narrow, and its lean muscles were faintly visible through its tattered clothes. It had a pair of explosively muscular thighs that looked as thick as its torso.

This seems to be another mutated zombie. It is not tall and does not even look as tall as an ordinary teenager.

But its forearms and fingers were unusually long, and its blue-grey knuckles had mutated into bone claws nearly 30 centimeters long, with shiny spots flashing at the tips.

The mutant zombie twisted his neck stiffly, looked around at the scattered zombies that were roaring, and finally looked down at the fat zombie under him.

It pressed its bony claws on the fat zombie's head, and the huge bony claws covered the fat zombie's rotten face and back of the head.

“Sizzle…Kalla…”

The thin arms and shoulders seemed to show no signs of violence, but they easily stretched the neck of the fat corpse, tore off the rotten flesh, and pulled out the spine from the body.

“Roar…Roar…!”

The fat corpse didn't know what was happening before its body fell to the ground with a bang, leaving only its head with eyes open and roaring in the claws of the mutant zombie.

The mutant zombie's eyes were covered with a thick, slightly turbid film, and he was staring at the brain in his hand without blinking.

"Stuck!"

Just like prying open an eggshell, the mutant zombie's bony claws inserted into the corpse's brain, and with just a slight pry, the skull with rotten scalp was picked off.

It raised its head and aimed the wound on the corpse's brain towards its smelly mouth. Its tongue, which was covered with flesh thorns, penetrated deep into the corpse's brain, stirring and sucking the brain matter inside.

“Suck…suck…”

The brain lost its life in the hands of the mutant zombie, who smacked his lips as if enjoying it, then threw away the empty brain in his hand and chased after the SUV that had already left.

Snap! Snap Snap Snap!!!

The sound of fleshy feet stomping violently on the ground was heard, and the mutant zombie's thighs were swinging wildly alternately. The blue-gray muscles on the thighs swelled and then contracted again rapidly, and the two thick thighs almost became flickering afterimages under the torso.

Its body was like a sharp arrow, speeding through the streets, visually many times faster than the best sprinter before the disaster.

In the convoy returning to the edge of Macon, Daryl was leaning on the passenger seat of the pickup truck, smoking a cigarette listlessly.

He felt that this was the most relaxing moment of the day, but he felt a little regretful that he could not bring back Li's adopted daughter.

Through the windshield of the pickup truck, you can already see the tall sign of a motel in the distance on the street.

The convoy stopped outside the motel. The sky had darkened. Daryl asked the soldiers to return to the farm, while he and Rick and the others continued to guard the motel.

Pushing open the door of the trash can, Kenny walked towards them holding a gun. He stretched his neck to look behind everyone, and when he saw that Lee did not come back, Kenny felt a shock all over his body.

"Where's Lee?"

Kenny felt his throat was dry and asked with difficulty.

Daryl frowned and replied unhappily, "His lost adopted daughter was taken to Savannah, and he decided to go look for her himself."

Kenny was relieved to learn that Lee was still alive. He wanted to continue asking Daryl why they didn't follow, but suddenly realized that the distance from Macon to Savannah was about one or two hundred kilometers.

This was obviously beyond the plan. A team traveling long distance is different from an individual. They need better planning and more material preparation.

"What did Zhang say? Did you tell him?"

Kenny didn't notice Daryl's expression and continued to ask questions tactlessly.

This time Daryl ignored him and walked towards his room with his gun to rest.

Rick came over and answered, "Zhang has more important plans, and Li must pay for his mistakes. We have no choice but to return first."

After his son Carl was shot and experiencing the stability of school life, Rick, as a worker, chose to honestly follow the instructions from above.

Even if Rick sympathized with Lee and Clementine, he would not abandon his wife Lori, who was still pregnant at school, and travel hundreds of kilometers to help search for them.

What's more... he and Li were not close friends. This was not a relatively simple situation like when Sophia was lost, where they only needed to search the woods around the road.