Sean's question didn't need to be thought about, Andrew raised his foot, glanced at the zombies at the head of the bottled water pile, then pulled out a bottle of water from the pile head, drank it all in one go, and then slowly walked to the wall in a very disappointed manner, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, and took out the lighter and buttoned it several times. The flame of the lighter finally lit a tempting cigarette.

"They're good people." Andrew took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaled comfortably, and then, with melancholy and loss, said: "Those two girls have guns, they don't look like they were coerced. I—I really don't mean anything else. I just want, I just want them to help my brother. ”

Sean staggered to his feet with his hands on the ground. He smiled reluctantly, as if he wanted to say something to comfort his companion, but he couldn't speak, just patted Andrew on the shoulder.

Neither of the two men spoke, and the quiet air was filled with the faint sound of flames burning smoke except for the sound of the two men breathing.

After a few minutes of silence, Andrew threw away the cigarette butt, which crossed an arc in a beautiful manner, and then on the concrete floor, the cigarette butt was slightly beautiful and shiny, but no one appreciated it.

Andrew and Sean got up, finished moving the last supplies, and let out a long sigh.

"Let's go! It's time for us to go back. ”

Located on the west side of the block, the "Sumper" gym is a small two-story building covering hundreds of square meters and is part of one of the many outbuildings of Los Angeles Stadium, which was a luxurious gym before the disaster.

The two-meter-high vertical alloy cabinet, coupled with the heavy barbell, completely sealed the door of the first floor of the gym.

There were several cars parked in the courtyard behind the building, Andrew and Sean parked the cars on the side of the road, each carrying a backpack full of food and water, carefully dodging a few zombies tied to the chain, approaching the back door of the venue, knocking lightly and three times.

Soon, heavy objects moved in the room, and a crack in the door panel was released, revealing a pair of nervous and attentive eyes.

What was once an emergency fire escape is now the only way to get in and out of the gym.

What opened the door for Andrew and Sean was a fat man wearing only floral shorts, flip-flops on his feet, eyes on the bridge of his nose, and an assault rifle in his hand, who met him and took the backpack full of food from the two of them.

"Why are you only coming back now? I thought you didn't want your damn brother anymore! ”

Sean listened and immediately pressed the gun in Anderson's hand. Silently glanced at the fat man, said nothing, and pulled Andrew directly into the hall.

The smooth wooden floor of the gym is littered with a dozen cushions. Near the wall, on several cushions, lay several bandaged wounded men, who had been injured during the attack on the distribution center.

There were also a dozen men and women gathered together boredly. It seems that the injured people on the wall have nothing to do with them, they are either talking in whispers, or people are sleeping on soft cushions, and some are sitting in the corner in a daze.

The decoration in the hall is very luxurious, and there are more than two-meter-high mirrors inlaid all around, and these mirrors have long been unwiped, and they are scattered with all kinds of stains, such as handprints left by blood, scratches left by human excrement, and even the liquid released from the lower body of men, which makes people feel sick when they shine on it. However, for the survivors living here, it is lucky enough not to starve, and no one cares about the good or bad environment.

Andrew walked over to a cushion by the wall and sat down, and tested the temperature of his brother's forehead with the back of his hand, but fortunately, his brother's fever subsided. Although the younger brother attacked the distribution center for the entire surviving team, the seriously injured brother would have been abandoned in the wilderness if it weren't for his efforts, and now the younger brother is Andrew's only relative.

At this time, two strong men guarding the entrance of the passage on the second floor immediately surrounded them. They were strong, with strong muscles protruding from under their tank tops, and they didn't speak, just looked at Andrew with indifferent eyes, as well as the backpack he had just put down.

Sean hurriedly picked up another backpack, handed it over with a sneer, and said in a somewhat flattering tone: "This is the share handed over." ”

"Thank you both for taking care of my father and Andrew's brother!"

As he spoke, he took out two packs of hardcover "Marlboro" cigarettes from his coat pocket and stuffed them together.

The strong man led by took the cigarette and the backpack, looked at Andrew, who was much more physically and statically similar to himself, nodded gloomily, said "hmm" faintly, grabbed the backpack in Sean's hand, and turned to leave.

Andrew stared at their backs, anger growing on his cold face. Trying to control the urge to shoot, he tried to calm down, took a bottle of yogurt from his backpack that was about to expire, and fed it from the corner of his brother's mouth.

Andrew and Sean then looked at each other, neither of them wanting to tell the other survivors about today's encounter.

On the second floor of the gym, the layout is very different from the first floor, with carpets and even green potted plants around the walls.

In the largest room on the second floor, an exposed woman huddled in the corner. She wore only a wide men's shirt with an open neckline, revealing most of her breasts, with a kind of temptation that she was half-covering her face.

The woman is Chinese, and her skin is not the excessive white of the Caucasian race, but a white and tender with a slight yellow, which looks very comfortable.

She sat on the ground with her hands on her knees, her head resting on her head, unable to see her face for the time being, except to hear the occasional sobs or two in her throat that made the man desperately want to protect. Her long, stray hair slid down her shoulders, blocking part of her naked body and regaining a little bit of her pitiful self-esteem.

When the man approached, she didn't dare to look up, but stared at the man's feet with fear, holding her legs tightly, and burying her head deep in them, as if the man would not see him.

Sam has been in a terrible mood recently, the National Guard was taken first by others, and the distribution center that he had been staring at for a long time was occupied by the US military, which made him even more angry because he didn't know that the fool actually shot at the US military, but fortunately, it was not only Sam's team that was staring at the distribution center, after the gunshot, countless guns around him shot at the US troops in the distribution center, if it weren't for these surviving teams, Sam wouldn't have been able to retreat with his men at all. The failure of the distribution center not only caused serious damage to Sam's team, but also made Sam angry and dissatisfied, the failure of this reckless operation severely damaged his leadership authority among the survivors, and many people had strong opinions about him.

However, when she saw the beautiful woman in front of her, she grinned, pulled over a chair and sat down, took out a bottle of water from her backpack, and a small packet of soda biscuits and placed them at her feet, looking meaningfully at the beautiful woman opposite.

When the food was placed in front of the woman, the weeper's woman's eyes immediately released a gaze of extreme longing. The power of hunger was endless, and for a moment, her chest began to rise and fall violently, hunger was desperately trying to break free from the shackles of reason, she was determined to regain her composure, but her will was as weak as her fair, delicate hands.

Her arms gradually let go of her knees, revealing the desirable intimacy within, and she crawled to Sam's feet like a dog, a very faint, but also unusually resolute voice from her lips. She whispered over and over again, "Hungry...... I'm hungry! I'm going to...... Eat ......"

Sam laughed and got up from his chair, the woman hurriedly hugged the food in front of her, Sam hugged the woman's waist, pressed her back to him on the desk, and pulled up two slender white legs, firmly clamped under his armpits.

The woman was clearly not resistant to such a rough movement, she clung to the biscuits and water bottles, tore open the package with her teeth, extremely flustered, and chewed very quickly. Behind him, Sam smiled and pushed forward fiercely, causing the woman to scream, and then quickly lowered his head, with a look of shame and indignation, and continued to swallow the biscuits that had not yet been chewed.

The woman is a Chinese immigrant, she is not as shameless and open as the American woman, in her worldview, sex, is a very private, but very wonderful thing, so she has always rejected Sam, and this also aroused Sam's desire to conquer, he did not move at all, just used the simple but most effective method - hunger.