Chapter 361: The Attracted Corpses

"Hurry, run faster!"

After hearing the gunshots, Moore and his companions ran back desperately, and the supplies they had collected were casually placed on the roadside.

It took them only a few minutes to run half the distance of three blocks, and by the time they reached their temporary base, seven or eight minutes had passed.

He climbed up the RV panting and rushed towards the direction of the gunshots.

A block is no longer than a few hundred meters, and three blocks are just over a kilometer long, so it doesn't take a car long to travel there.

The RV stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and in just a minute he saw a group of strangers shooting in front of him.

Moore didn't hesitate at all. These bastards must be attacking his own people. He pulled the trigger almost the moment the enemy came into range.

The others were not far behind, and taking advantage of the time when the other party was off guard, they fired a large number of bullets.

For a while, screams were heard one after another. The people who suddenly appeared were stunned by the sudden attack. They had the upper hand in the previous second, but in the next second they rushed into the alleys on both sides in panic.

Moore took a quick look and saw that there were no less than twenty people on the other side, all of them had guns. However, after they were shot at, only seven or eight people were still able to stand up.

Countless bullets collided on the street, and the chaotic scene lasted for less than half a minute. The modified RV started again, knocked over the two cars that were blocking the middle of the road in front of it, and the guns on the car opened fire again.

Those who fled into the alley fell to the ground before they could run far.

"Negan, where are you?"

"Can you hear me?"

More frowned. Could it be that they were all murdered?

It shouldn't be.

"Go down and take a look."

As soon as he got out of the car, the walkie-talkie in his hand rang, and Alan's anxious voice came from it.

"Moir, can you hear me?"

"Got it, what's wrong?"

"We heard gunshots, are you guys okay?"

"A group of guys attacked us, but they were wiped out. We're fine."

Alan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that, but Moore's next words made him nervous again.

"But Negan and the others can't be contacted."

"What? Damn it."

Five minutes later, Alan finally came running over with a few people, panting. Moore and the others had already cleaned up the battlefield.

At this time, Nick was standing next to the body of a burly man, looking at the familiar guy on the ground with a dark face.

“This is the person from the supermarket before.”

"supermarket?"

Moore had long forgotten who these people were, and he had never had any direct contact with them, so it was normal that he couldn't recognize them. After hearing Nick's words, he thought about it for a moment and remembered the origins of these people.

"More!"

Alan finally arrived, shouted loudly from a distance, and ran over while waving.

Nick looked at the corpse on the ground with a gloomy face. Suddenly he thought of something and ran to the street ahead.

Not long after, he found a body in another alley not far from here.

Seeing the familiar figure lying on the ground, Nick ran up with his eyes wide open, reached out and turned the body over.

"Caleb! Damn it!"

This man was a survivor who escaped from Lucia's camp with them. This time, at More's request, he volunteered to go out and collect supplies. Unexpectedly, he lost his life in just half a day.

Nick, in a state of dismay, stood up and looked into the distance. He happened to see a beach not far from them. Scattered zombies were trying to approach this side from a distance. The scene before him was so similar to when they fled from Los Angeles.

Nick, who was in a daze, did not notice that Caleb, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes. His dark white eyeballs, as if covered with a layer of white muddy, moved a few times and finally stopped on him.

Caleb shuddered and stood up silently. Looking at the fresh "food" lying motionless here, Caleb opened his mouth wide and was ready to pounce on it.

"Hey!"

Bang!

The crisp gunshot scared Nick so much that he trembled. When he turned his head, he saw Caleb falling to the ground.

It only took him a moment to understand and he quickly turned around to look behind him.

really.

Moore was pointing a gun at him with an unhappy look on his face.

"Are you stupid? Remember to finish off the corpse. Are you a rookie?"

Moore's sarcastic words did not make Nick feel uncomfortable. Instead, he seemed to wake up and pointed at the street in the distance and spoke loudly.

"They should have run this way. Caleb should have planned to stay and hold them back, but he had bad luck and lost his life."

Looking at the anxious look on the face of this young boy, Moore was not in a hurry, but took out the walkie-talkie again.

"Negan, can you hear me?"

I called twice again, but there was still no signal from the other end. There are only two possibilities in this situation.

The first is that they encountered an accident on the way to escape.

The second possibility is that they are in big trouble and cannot answer the call.

Thinking of this, Moore was no longer in a hurry. He called everyone over. After a little thought, he looked around.

The city is not too big and there are no tall buildings around, except for a building in the distance that looks like a hotel.

Pointed to a three-story building on the side of the road.

"Let's go up and take a look."

Seeing that Moore didn't seem to be in a hurry, Nick became anxious instead. His girlfriend Lucy was following Negan, and now her life or death was unknown, so he was naturally worried.

Grabbing Moore's arm tightly, Nick almost shouted.

"Aren't you going to save them? Lucy and your people are still missing, are you planning to give up?"

Moore didn't say anything, but just exerted a little force with his arms, and the thin Nick was thrown directly to the ground.

"Listen, rookie, I've killed more zombies than you have. I don't need you to teach me what to do and what not to do. All you have to do is listen to my instructions.

"As for saving people...what do you think I was going upstairs for? Counting stars?"

After saying that, he ignored Nick who was lying on the ground with a bewildered look on his face, turned around and quickly went upstairs.

…

When Moore and his companions arrived at the scene of the gunfight, Negan and his companions had already run two blocks. However, as they heard the gunshots behind them becoming more and more frequent, they dared not stop and could only run forward for their lives.

Negan was running at the end of the team, and next to him was Nick's girlfriend, Luciana.

While he was waving the baseball bat to deal with the zombies surrounding him from both sides, he kept comforting Lucy.

"Don't worry, although Mor's words are a bit harsh, he is still reliable and very strong. Your boyfriend will be fine."

Lucia looked behind her with complicated eyes, but her pace did not slow down at all. She glanced at Negan, who looked very nervous. This strange man had a strange smile on his face.

Even when he was running for his life, the smile on his face never faded.

Just when she was about to ask, the person in front of her suddenly stopped, and Lucy bumped into the back of the man in front of her without paying attention.

Rubbing her sore nose, she looked ahead with dissatisfaction. However, the next moment, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

They stopped at an intersection. On the other side of the corner, countless zombies were rushing towards them. There were so many of them that the beach was packed with them. The distance between the zombies was only a few dozen meters.

It can be said that any slightly louder noise would attract the attention of the zombies, and then they would be unable to escape.

"What should we do? This...this..."

Lucy had never seen a swarm of zombies of this size. From the outbreak of the apocalypse to now, the largest swarm of zombies she had seen was only hundreds of them.

But what is this scene?

Hundreds? Thousands?

She glanced at Negan at a loss, but the latter's expression was slightly different from what she had imagined.

Negan still had a smile on his face. At this moment, Moore's voice came from the walkie-talkie on his waist, but he did not reply. He just reached out and turned off the walkie-talkie.

Just when everyone was anxiously preparing to run back, Negan finally spoke.

"These people should have been attracted by the gunshots just now."

"Everyone, hurry up and check this row of buildings to see which door is still intact. There is no time to escape."

After saying that, he took the lead and rushed to a house on the side of the road, whispering to a black man in the team while running.

"Franklin, follow me."

Someone gave orders, and people temporarily pulled themselves out of the fear brought by the zombies and began to check every house.

"Franklin, you just stand here. Once the zombies are within 20 meters, notify us immediately."

Negan patted the black doctor's shoulder, and they both nodded in tacit understanding.

The remaining four people, each in a house, began to run frantically on the street. However, as if fate was playing a joke on them, the nearest house was either locked or the door had been destroyed long ago. There was no time to unlock it, so they could only bite the bullet and walk further away.

"Thirty meters to go!"

At the corner, Franklin stared at the group of zombies with a nervous look on his face, while at the same time remembering to remind everyone in a low voice.

The smile on Negan's face faded a lot. He had no time to think about anything else now. He had to escape, otherwise they would become snacks once they were discovered by the zombies.

Looking behind him with some worry, Negan was about to bite the bullet and give the order to go back.

The door of a house not far from them suddenly opened, and a strong brown-skinned man waved at them anxiously.

"Come in quickly and hurry up."

At this time, Franklin had returned to Negan. The two looked at each other and saw a hint of vigilance from each other.

The black man tilted his head slightly, frowned again, and stretched out a hand to shake.

Even though he didn't say a word, Negan understood what he was trying to say.

Do you want to go in? There are only five of us!

The smile that had disappeared from Negan's face reappeared, and he raised the baseball bat and waved it in front of several people.

"Get your weapons ready, let's go meet this guy!"