The morning sun shines on the earth, lighting up the city that has been plunged into darkness, and awakening all the creatures living in the ruined city.

"Roar..."

On a certain street in Atlanta, dozens of first-stage infected people with ferocious faces and ragged clothes were slowly wandering on the street, with low and hoarse roars coming and going, like a group of monsters emanating from hell.

"Shashasha..."

At this time, on the street in the corner in front of the group of runners, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded on the devastated street, and a strong figure quickly crossed across. Before the group of runners walked out of the corner,

disappeared from their sight.

Hiding on the side of a thick load-bearing column of a building, Brian held his breath and listened to the low roar close at hand. He stood calmly, not letting himself make any noise, and waited for the group of runners to pass by.

It wasn't until the roars and footsteps gradually faded away that he turned his head to check what was going on outside, then slowly walked out.

Standing on the street, looking at the group of infected people still vaguely visible in the distance, Brian secretly said: "I really don't know how the people in the quarantine area clean up the infected people. Can't they see such a large group of wandering runners?"

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Thinking about it, he shook his head and didn't think too much about this matter. He just glanced at the quarantine area getting closer and closer, looking for the direction of his destination.

In order to find a suitable hiding place for materials as soon as possible, Brian got up at dawn before five o'clock.

After camouflaging the military truck, he put the things he needed to carry into his backpack and set off.

Although the distance was not too far, in the crisis-ridden Atlanta, Brian tried to be on the safe side and chose safer routes to avoid danger and unnecessary conflicts as much as possible.

So it took a lot more time than he imagined. After a long and peaceful journey, he finally arrived at a supermarket seven kilometers outside the quarantine area before ten o'clock.

Entering the supermarket that had been plundered, Brian took out a map of Atlanta that he had prepared in advance and spread it out on the table.

The above summary showed the general range occupied by the quarantine area. Moving his finger on it, he quickly found his current location.

When it comes to choosing a hiding place for supplies, Brian doesn't choose just any place.

First of all, the location cannot be too far from the quarantine area, otherwise the material transportation line will be too long, and accidents will inevitably occur on the way. However, it cannot be too close. Although he believes that Noson will not do anything to his materials, the people under him

It's hard to say.

Secondly, the location must be concealed. After all, they will have this location in their hands for at least several months. If it is not concealed, it will be easily discovered. The best place is underground or high-rise.

Finally, they need at least one vehicle for transportation. After they come out of the quarantine area, they need a car to leave Atlanta.

After confirming these points, Brian quickly scanned the map and found the place where they originally handed the supplies to Northen.

And with that as the center, use a red pen to roughly circle a range.

After confirming the scope circle, Brian began to sift through it. The area close to the isolation area was first abandoned by him.

Being relatively close to the quarantine area is only one of the reasons. The most important reason is that it is an open area and is often patrolled by soldiers, so it is not suitable as a hiding place.

Then he also gave up the location on the west side. It was a park in Atlanta. The scenery was quite good, but as far as he knew, it was Northam's "resort" area, and it was basically full of his people.

Naturally, I gave up decisively.

Finally, Brian turned his attention to the remaining two places, one of which was a well-known community.

In the past, he would never have thought about a place like this that would be full of infected people at first glance, but now it is within the scope of the military's cleaning, and the infected people there will definitely be wiped out.

The other place is relatively remote. From the map, it can only be seen that there is a church there, and it seems to cover a large area. Nothing can be seen from other locations.

Neither of the two places seemed to be a good choice, but since these were the only two places he could choose for his purpose, Brian decided to go and have a look. Maybe there would be an unexpected surprise?

After putting away the map, Brian walked out of the supermarket. After a little identification of the direction, he headed in the direction of the target.

He first chose the nearest residential area, and naturally experienced some dangers during this period, and finally arrived at his destination an hour later.

Choosing a commanding height, Brian took out his binoculars to observe the situation in this residential area. Single-family villas with front and rear gardens were neatly arranged. Although the road was in chaos, the number of infected people was indeed a handful.

They can be counted, and most of them are wandering around the periphery. Obviously, the military has indeed cleaned up the infected people in this area.

"Um!"

Just when Brian was about to put down the telescope and enter the residential area to explore, he suddenly saw a figure appearing in his line of sight, causing his movements to stop immediately.

Inside the telescope was a white man who looked to be thirty years old. He was wearing a tattered vest and a red and blue hat. He was holding a long crowbar in his hand and was tiptoeing close to the back of a man.

towards his runner.

Looking at his trembling body and nervous expression, Brian had reason to believe that this was the first time the other party had tried to attack an infected person.

When the white man got close enough to the runner, he slowly raised the crowbar in his hand, aimed at the head, and swung it down hard.

As if to embolden himself, the white man opened his mouth wide when swinging the crowbar, and it looked like he should have yelled, but due to the distance, Brian could not hear the other person's roar.

But at this critical moment, for some unknown reason, the white man's body suddenly trembled, and the crowbar he swung down at the runner tilted. It did not hit the runner's head, but hit him on the other side.

On the opponent's shoulder.

The runner who turned around when he heard the roar behind him was hit hard by this blow and was knocked to the ground immediately.

But at the same time, from a bookstore next to the white man, a runner rushed out from inside. His red eyes were fixed on the target, his mouth was wide open and his teeth were exposed, and he jumped towards it.

The white man was obviously stunned by this scene. He froze in place, his eyes filled with shock and fear, and he seemed at a loss.

"boom!"

Just as the white man was about to be knocked down, a gunshot suddenly rang out, directly penetrating the runner's head. Even from such a distance, Brian could hear the faint sound.

The corpse that had lost control of the Cordyceps fungus pressed heavily on the white man's body, and thick blood splashed all over his head and body, but the man seemed to be frightened and lay straight on the ground, not knowing what to do.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and as soon as the runner who had been knocked to the ground by the man got up, he was shot in the head. Such precise shooting skills made Brian's eyes light up.

Then a burly man with a stubble on his face appeared in his sight. He saw that the man was holding a semi-automatic rifle in his hand and slowly walked towards the white man.

Walking to the man's side, the big man looked at his teammate lying under him with ridicule and disdain, his mouth opening and closing not knowing what to say.

He seemed to have said something that irritated the white man. He anxiously pushed the corpse aside, casually wiped the blood on his face, squatted in front of the big man, and clasped his hands together.

He kowtows as if praying for something.

But the big man didn't pay attention to the white man's prayers. Instead, he raised his foot and kicked the white man down hard. He pointed at the white man and started spitting. He began to curse.

The white man just clutched his stomach and huddled on the ground with a painful expression on his face. However, his eyes were still full of pleading when he looked at the big man. The angry big man kicked him again.

Seeing this situation, Brian couldn't help but frown. It seemed that the two people in front of him were not teammates as he had thought before. They were an old man from a group who led newcomers to hunt the infected.

Although the outside world is in a state of survival of the fittest, there are still groups that love each other and advocate peace. Although they are relatively rare, they are not non-existent, so he has this understanding.
Chapter completed!