The Walking Dead: I Sell Arms as a Sixth-Rate Seller in the Apocalypse

[Author's Note]

[The book's brain repository]

[Character Design Submission]

[Faction/Alliance Recruitment Office]

Weapons and Equipment Collection Office

[Feature Rewards Submission Area]

[Suggestions for Revision]

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A shopping mall rooftop in Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

In the very center of the rooftop lay a body that had recently died.

But at that moment, the corpse's fingers suddenly twitched, and then its eyes slowly opened. A corpse that had come back to life stood up in this dangerous world.

When Rick snapped out of his daze and saw the unfamiliar surroundings, he lost his balance and fell flat on his backside.

Rick rubbed his dizzy, throbbing head with one hand and his sore bottom from the fall with the other. Then, a fragment of memory that didn't belong to him surfaced in his mind.

Rick knew he had traveled to another world, and it was the world of the American TV series "The Walking Dead" that he had watched before he traveled to another world!

The original owner was a gun enthusiast from China with the same name. In his spare time, he liked to buy gun models and then cosplay as soldiers from various countries to take photos and post them on social media.

However, before the outbreak of the virus, the original owner saw a 25mm sniper grenade launcher called "Barrett XM109" online and fell in love with the weapon at first sight. For this reason, the original owner did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to have a model of this weapon customized to satisfy himself.

In the following year, the original owner often dreamed of wielding this cool weapon and dominating the battlefield.

But a model is ultimately fake; it can't compare to the real thing. So the protagonist starts saving money and sets a goal: to save 1000 million RMB, then buy a plane ticket to the United States to buy this weapon that is more important than his wife.

Years later, the male protagonist finally saved up 1000 million RMB and immediately bought a plane ticket to the United States.

When the original owner arrived in the United States with her globally accepted bank card containing 1000 million RMB, fate, like a capricious madman, played a cruel joke on her.

Upon arriving in Atlanta, the original owner was caught in the outbreak of the virus and was subsequently taken to the quarantine area inside the airport by the police. However, when the original owner escaped from the quarantine area of ​​Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, Atlanta had already become a living hell. With his relatively good physical condition, the original owner made his way to the rooftop of a shopping mall in Atlanta without any major incidents.

When the original owner realized that he could not leave the rooftop, filled with resentment, he eventually died on the rooftop due to exhaustion of supplies.

Atlanta...The Walking Dead...

Feeling the memories in his mind, Rick looked up at the blue sky and muttered, "Now that I've transmigrated here, I'm going to change everything before it's destroyed. Now that I'm in this body, I'll do this for you, find that weapon and fulfill your wish in life. Go in peace!"

Rick then stood up, dusted himself off, and walked to the edge of the rooftop to observe his surroundings.

The surrounding environment was like hell on earth: cars burned to black wreckage, public facilities smashed and destroyed, shops looted, and corpses on the ground damaged beyond recognition.

After observing his surroundings, Rick stood on the edge of the rooftop and analyzed the situation. He then spotted the fire escape staircase next door. After estimating that the fire escape staircase was about five meters away from his rooftop, Rick decided to jump over it and reach the ground.

Just as Rick was about to back up to the other side of the rooftop to get a running start, he heard the sound of a car speeding by from the west side of the street.

Upon hearing the sound, Rick turned to look west and immediately saw a police SUV speeding towards him from the west. Rick was overjoyed, thinking he could flag down the police car and be rescued, but then the unexpected happened.

The police SUV seemed to have lost control as it sped into a shop enclosed by a blast-proof roller shutter door. With a loud bang, the police SUV smashed a large hole in the shop's door, revealing the original appearance inside.

When Rick recovered from his shock, he looked at the interior of the shop, which had been rammed by a police car, and said, "This is actually an outdoor equipment store! It looks like no one has been here before. I need to find a way to get there before the zombies and survivors come."

Rick reached the edge of the rooftop and started running up. In a flash, he jumped and landed on the fire escape stairs. However, things didn't go so smoothly.

When Rick jumped from the rooftop to the fire escape, he lost control of his strength and rushed into a window next to the fire escape. As Rick rushed in through the window, he accidentally bumped into a kitchen utensil cabinet next to it, and a sharp kitchen knife just grazed Rick's left arm.

Suddenly, a seemingly shallow but terrifyingly long wound appeared on Rick's left arm. Blood flowed from the wound the instant it was cut, and Rick grimaced in pain as he looked at his bleeding left arm.

Rick cursed under his breath as he stood up, pressing his bleeding arm. He then began searching the room for anything that could stop the bleeding. Rick's body was gradually becoming fatigued from his earlier actions.

Rick felt as if his body was being repeatedly pounded by a strong boxer. The soreness, pain, and tearing pain in his arms were stimulating Rick, but only Rick knew that his body could not take any longer. He had to find medical supplies to bandage himself as soon as possible, otherwise he would soon go into shock due to excessive blood loss.

Fortunately, Rick didn't turn sour like the African chief. He found half a bottle of whiskey and an unopened bottle of "water of life" vodka in the nearby cabinet. This vodka had an alcohol content of 96%, making it perfect for emergency disinfection in the absence of medical alcohol.

After Rick was relieved to have found the life-giving vodka that could be sterilized, he picked up the half-empty bottle of whiskey next to him and started drinking. At that moment, a zombie that had been lying in a corner in a state of suspended animation slowly stood up.

It was a emaciated zombie, emaciated from starvation, shuffling towards Rick with its arms raised. Rick, however, was still savoring the spiciness of his whiskey and didn't notice the zombie standing up in the corner. Just as the zombie's arms were about to grab Rick, Rick turned around and saw the zombie in front of him. Startled, Rick hurriedly raised the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the zombie's head. With a loud bang, the sound of shattering glass rang out, and Rick's bottle hit the zombie's head with perfect accuracy.

The walker, struck on the head, was slammed back into the corner. Rick seized the opportunity, dropped the broken bottle, grabbed a kitchen knife from the cutting board, and stabbed it directly into the walker's head. The knife struck the walker's vulnerable skull, piercing through the brain.

Foul-smelling blood flowed from the wound. Rick, despite his discomfort, left the room and went to the bathroom door after seeing this.

Rick remembered that Americans have a habit of keeping medical supplies in the bathroom, but after searching the bathroom, he couldn't find the items he needed in the cabinet. Fortunately, Rick's luck wasn't too bad; there were two unopened overnight sanitary napkins in the cabinet above the sink.

"Although I couldn't find bandages or tampons, this overnight sanitary napkin, when unfolded, will just cover the wound on my arm," Rick muttered to himself. After checking the rest of his body and confirming there were no other wounds, Rick took off his smelly shirt, walked to the mirror, unscrewed the cap of the bottle of "Water of Life" vodka, and poured it over the wound...