A drop of sweat crept over his eyelashes and seeped into his eyes, and Matt felt a stinging pain in his eyes, tilting his head towards his shoulders and wiping the sweat from his forehead on the clothes on his arm.

Matt's hands began to tremble a little, and the actual battle scene of the rain of bullets made the usually calm captain also start to be nervous to the point of confusion, and Kevin and the other two security officers were not much better.

The professional soldiers showed much better fighting than they did, and most of the zombies that were shot were at the guns of Tom and his teammates. The corpses of more than a dozen zombies had fallen on the road from the warehouse to here, but more and more zombies were pouring up from behind.

The four corpses at the door of the warehouse had been devoured, and the zombies with the blood of the soldiers on their faces were still not satisfied, and the fresh flesh made them even more insane, and the zombies rose from the ground and joined the army of zombies rushing towards Tom.

"Boom," a grenade exploded in the crowd of corpses, and Jason came with someone to help.

"What about the people of Rodriguez?" Jason yelled, his voice drowning out the explosions and gunshots, "Why didn't they warn them on the intercom?" ”

"They're dead, Major," Tom breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jason bring reinforcements, "no one expected so many zombies to suddenly appear." ”

"MD," Jason's heart was already filled with anger when he heard the news that he had lost four brothers in a few moments, he pulled out another grenade, unplugged the fuse, and threw it out, "give me a little more firepower." ”

Tom and several other soldiers also began throwing grenades into the crowd of corpses, and the explosion spread through the farm, alarming more zombies around. The supporting squad had to split up to fill the defensive gaps in other directions, and the lack of manpower in the team was exposed at this time.

"Don't let them get close to the truck," Jason yelled, "Elvis, bring your team over and hold the truck for me." ”

"Ben, Jeremy, Bobby, follow me." Elvis beckoned to the brothers beside him, and the four of them quickly rushed to the truck, where they took up a favorable defensive position.

"It feels like TMD has been ambushed," Tom saw a piece of a zombie's head ripped off in the scope, and he pointed his gun at the next target, "There are so many zombies hiding in such a remote place." ”

"There's only going to be more in town," Jason pulled down an empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. After throwing the grenade just now, the flame at the muzzle of the gun in his hand never stopped.

"Major, we must get rid of these zombies in front of us as soon as possible," Tom looked around and saw zombies appearing in all directions, "Deal with them before we can draw our hands against enemies from other directions." ”

"Then work harder, guys." Jason simply picked up the gun and stopped aiming, and switched to a strafing stance. Although the hit rate will decrease, the coverage area of the fire will increase when the rate of fire increases.

"MD, finally kill one," Thompson's heart was slightly excited, and he finally broke the neck of a zombie in the shot he had just shot, and the zombie's head rolled off the neck, and the body fell to the ground weakly.

After calming down, the cowboy quickly captured the head of the second zombie.

"This guy did a good job," Tom said to Jason, "it's a piece of soldier's fodder." ”

"Hmm," Jason replied noncommittally, still focusing on the zombie in front of him.

"Doctor, how are they," Jason asked.

"I kept them in the car," said Tom, "and it wasn't time for them to take up their arms." ”

"Everybody withdraw," Jason continued to fire with a gun in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, "everyone shrunk the defensive circle around the truck." ”

"Roger."

"Roger, we'll be back at once."

The scattered gunfire around began to move closer to the location of the truck, and figures in camouflage uniforms emerged from several different directions around them, and they ran towards the truck while cleaning up the zombies they encountered along the way.

"Cowboy, cover them," Tom called out to Thompson.

"Okay," Thompson turned his gun around and began to cover the retreating soldiers.

The last zombie in front of him fell less than three meters away from Jason, and as far as the eye could see, the road from the warehouse to here was paved with corpses, the dirt on the road was stained black and brown with the blood of the zombies, and the air was filled with a thick fishy smell.

Empty bullet casings were sprinkled under everyone's feet, and some had already been trampled into the dirt.

"Tom, take two men to check on what's going on in the warehouse," Jason called out to the soldiers around him, "and the others are here with me in the truck." ”

"Cowboy, come with me," Tom patted Thompson on the shoulder, and called another soldier to walk in the direction of the warehouse.

They carefully walked around the corpses on the ground, beware of zombies that were not dead suddenly pounced and bited.

The door to the warehouse was open, the wooden door panels were covered in scarlet blood, and the bodies of Rodriguez and his team were no longer visible on the ground. Broken pieces of camouflage cloth were scattered on the side, several bloodstained guns were dropped on the ground, and a shiny cylindrical metal object caught Tom's eye.

Tom walked over and picked it up, and found that it was just a flashlight, and he had one on his own. Tom tossed the flashlight aside and led Thompson and Tracy into the warehouse.

The space inside the warehouse is very large, and in the middle there are several extinguished fires, each with a pot of spoiled food. There are traces of people lying on the surrounding rice bags and haystacks, and the traces of life in this warehouse are very strong.

Tom watched carefully, and as they walked into the warehouse, the light began to dim. Tom and Tracy pulled out their flashlights and mounted them on the barrel.

The light illuminated the vision ahead, and the trio found that the food inside was very well stocked, and along the wall, they also found a water pipe that had been brought in from the outside.

Tom followed the pipe to the pool, and he unscrewed the faucet on it, only to see the water gushing out of it.

Tom felt his throat dry as the smell of gunsmoke from the battle had become so strong that he reached out and took a handful of water under the faucet, ready to take a sip and wash his face.

When the hand reached to his mouth, he was grabbed, and Tom looked back to see that it was Thompson standing behind him.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked.

"I think there's something wrong, and you'd better not touch anything here," Thompson said, "including the water coming out of the pipe." ”

Tom had a puzzled look on his face, but he poured the water he was holding into the pool, and he had developed a trust in the cowboy.

The three men searched the warehouse and found no survivors or potential threats. They walked out of the warehouse and circled around it again, starting to check the surrounding area.

Thompson came to the back of the warehouse, where he saw a well, and a pipe was sticking out of the metal box next to the well and into the warehouse. This must be the pipe that I just saw inside that was connected to the pool, Thompson thought to himself. He walked over and found a broken piece of the wooden plank covering the well.

"Tom, Tracy," Thompson shouted, "there's a situation here. ”

Tom and Tracy rush from nearby when they hear the shouting, and they see Thompson standing next to a metal box.

"Is this the thing?" Tom asked, pointing to the metal box.

"No, it's just a booster," Thompson said, pointing to the lid above the well, "there's a broken piece here, you'd better take a look down there." ”

Tom lifted the lid from the well, and the sound from above reached the bottom of the well, and Tom heard the sound of water splashing below.

"There's something at the bottom of the well," said Tom in a deep voice, shining his flashlight inside, and seeing what appeared to be a man floating in the water at the bottom of the well.

After seeing what was going on, Tom gasped, and a chill rose from behind him, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"FUCK, THERE'S A ZOMBIE IN THE WATER AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WELL," TOM SAID TO THOMPSON AND TRACY, REMEMBERING THAT HE HAD ALMOST DRUNK THE WELL WATER IN THE WAREHOUSE, BUT LUCKILY THOMPSON STOPPED HIM IN TIME.

"Thank you for saving me, cowboy," Tom gave Thompson a grateful look.

"Ah, I saved you just now?" Thompson hadn't reacted yet.

"Yes, the people in the warehouse should have been hiding in it before, but there is a zombie here who accidentally fell into the well and destroyed the water source, causing the survivors inside to be infected after using the well water." Tom gave his analysis.

"I see," Thompson and Tracy understood.

The three of them prepared to return to the truck, and as they left, Tom took out the last grenade on his body and threw it into the well.

As an explosion was heard behind them, a jet of water rose from the well, scattering broken human tissue mixed with droplets of water on the surrounding clearing.

"What's going on with that explosion?" Jason saw the three people returning and asked them.

"The water source in the warehouse is contaminated, and these zombies are survivors who were hiding in it," Tom said, pointing to the corpses along the road, "They used contaminated well water in the warehouse, and everyone was infected. ”

Jason took a deep breath, bitter in his heart, and the news that Tom brought back made him very depressed: a zombie fell into a well, the water in it was contaminated, and dozens of survivors hiding in the warehouse drank the contaminated well water and mutated into zombies, and finally his four brothers died at their hands.

"What is this all about," Jason cursed, "only movies are made like that." ”