This was a dilapidated road, and as far as one could see, there were no cars on the road leading into the city, but the road from the city to the outside was extrely crowded. Thousands of vehicles jamd the road that was only a few kiloters long.
Under the blazing sun, Selene stood alone in the center of the road leading into the city, gazing at the distant steel city. She had a sense of déjà vu, "This is the world of The Walking Dead."
A light breeze blew past, and the hot air imdiately carried a strong scent of blood mixed with the stench of decaying flesh, making one nauseous.
"Luckily, I had the foresight to bring a gas mask." Fighting the urge to vomit, Selene hurriedly put on her 3M gas mask, which made her feel a bit better. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself, "Have I beco spoiled?"
The priority now was to find a safe place to hide for a few days. Once the storage space could be used, she could deploy the military robots, making it much safer to explore outside.
After all, she was now a "weak girl" without superpowers and "incapable of even trussing a chicken."
Ahead was a city filled with countless zombies, and Selene’s imdiate task was to find a safe hiding place.
Logically, leaving Atlanta would be the right choice, but Selene chose to continue moving into the city.
Yes, entering the city ahead seed, rationally, a wrong choice and a rather uncomfortable challenge for Selene, who had so degree of cleanliness obsession. In this life, she had grown up in a comfort zone without facing significant challenges, but now, she decided to use the zombies to toughen her courage.
I rember Qian Lao said: "Having a sword and not using it are two different things." Selene strongly agreed; she wanted to overco her obsession with cleanliness and disgust because perhaps the environnt she would find herself in the future might be even worse.
"A true hero dares to face a bleak life." Even though she had beco female inside and out, this didn’t hinder Selene’s psychological drive to overco her weaknesses.
Selene walked toward the city center, the streets lined with nurous flaming, wrecked cars. Besides a few scattered zombies, the streets were empty of any living people. The nearby restaurants, supermarkets, and bars had broken windows and wide-open doors.
On the surrounding ground and windows, there were many corpses, so with missing limbs, and even more disgustingly, a few bodies were only torsos, with intestines strewn everywhere, and large pools of blood already congealed and blackened, the intestines sticking to it, extrely disgusting.
Perhaps attracted by the bright sll of flesh on Selene, several staggering zombies let out low growls and lunged toward her.
Due to the drawback of her super vision, Selene could see every pore on the zombies up close. Even with a gas mask on, she seed to sll the stench wafting toward her, "Tsk, this is really disgusting."
Suppressing her nausea, Selene agilely sidestepped at the mont the zombies lunged, dodging their attacks with wide movents.
Then she drew a hand axe from her back and executed a sideways chop.
Clang!
With a clear sound of bones cracking, the head was severed from the body, and the axe blade sliced through the zombie’s neck like butter, causing the rotting, foul-slling body to collapse.
Repeating the sa process, accompanied by several whistling sounds, the remaining zombies t the sa fate.
With a casual flick, the blood on the axe blade fell to the ground. Besides feeling nauseated, Selene felt nothing, neither blushing nor her heart racing, and none of the typical symptoms like rapid heartbeat or limb fatigue appeared.
"I really overprepared... I thought it was going to be a high-difficulty world." Looking up at the sky, Selene was speechless. She had made so many preparations, yet in such a low-combat world, besides feeling disgusted, it was like she was just traveling.
As she continued deeper into the city, the sky gradually darkened, and light rain began to fall. Selene put on a baseball cap and walked to a nearby building. With a fierce push, her fingers embedded in the concrete wall, and with a few jumps, Selene effortlessly scaled the rooftop.
This wasn’t surprising; although she temporarily couldn’t use her superpowers, the Kaslana family’s innate "super strength" and "resilient" physical traits hadn’t disappeared.
Hearing the car alarm, engine noise, and a large group of zombies growling from the street, Selene looked over and saw a robust, short-haired, unkempt-bearded middle-aged white man wearing a sleeveless vest with exposed arms, handcuffed to a rooftop pipe, shouting and screaming.
rle Dixon.
A tragic man who first appeared as a racist and was handcuffed to a rooftop water pipe by Rick. To avoid zombie attacks, rle Dixon cut off his hand and left the building. In the end, while ambushing the Governor, he was killed and turned into a zombie, eventually dying at the hands of his brother Daryl Dixon.
The plot had just begun; this was the scene where rle cuts off his hand. Thinking of this, Selene withdrew her gaze and quickly leaped across rooftops, speeding toward the departnt store rooftop.
...
After T-Dog accidentally lost the handcuff keys and closed the rooftop door, rle completely broke down, cursing all sorts of profanities.
"Damn! You’ll pay for this! Go to hell! Co back here! Don’t leave !"
"You’ll burn in hell! Go to hell! Damn it! You’ll be damned to the 18th level of hell!"
Gradually, rle collapsed by the pipe, resigned, mumbling with a hint of madness, "Yeah, you heard it, fuck, got a problem?"
"If you’re man enough, bring it on; otherwise, just accept your fate. You heard it, you pansy son of a bitch, you’re not deaf, to hell with following orders..."
His expression increasingly deranged, rle glanced at a saw lying nearby, seemingly making a decision. He rolled his body, unbuckled his belt, and exerted all his strength to reach the saw, his mind slightly unhinged, "Forget it, you moron Jesus, I’ve never begged you, don’t expect to now, I’d rather die than beg! You..."
At this mont, Selene flipped over the water pipes and stood before the handcuffed rle.
"Hey, sir, if you can stay quiet, I’ll unlock your handcuffs," a voice ca, making rle feel like he had grabbed a lifeline.
"Oh, beautiful young... no, my angel, please save !" In such a dire situation, rle didn’t have ti to think much and stopped blustering, directly asking for help.
Selene tore off the handcuffs, and without waiting for rle to react, she picked him up and, with a single leap amidst rle’s exclamations, landed on the rooftop of another building.
With a toss, rle rolled and lay sprawled on the rooftop, taking a long while to recover.
"Oh! Thank you, beautiful lady."
While politeness wasn’t typically rle’s style, recalling Selene tearing off the handcuffs and single-handedly leaping five ters, rle couldn’t help but be impressed.
Selene beckoned him over and asked, "Na?"
Although Selene knew who he was, she asked anyway.
"rle Dixon," rle raised his hands, indicating he posed no threat.
Only then did rle get a good look at Selene. "Either wealthy or noble" was his only impression.
Since rle had raised his hands, Selene introduced herself as well.
"My na is Selene, roughly considered Austrian. By the way, sir, I just saw your companions driving away. Why did they leave you?"
"You’re neither bitten nor disabled..."
Before she finished speaking, ntioning his companions made rle bristle instantly.
"Companions, my ass, a bunch of bastards who should go to hell..."
Selene interrupted rle’s rambling, squinting at the white man before her, pointing in the direction the vehicles had left, "Are you going back to them?"
According to rle’s temperant, he would definitely never interact with the camp people again, but rembering his brother Daryl waiting at the camp, he cald down, forced a wry smile, and chuckled, "Going back? Of course, I have to settle the score with them."
"Selene, will you go back to the camp with ?"
"Sure, why not, I want to see what your camp is like."
Selene’s sudden idea to visit the survivor camp was just a whim; she wanted to see the real human condition in the apocalypse.
For instance, in the show, Rick and Shane; early on, Rick was very upright and sentintal, while Shane was cold and rational. Over ti, after Rick killed Shane, he eventually beca like Shane, though still sowhat friendly, but with much more hostility.
"Lead the way, rle," Selene said, tossing a bag of guns to rle.
Indeed, these were Rick’s dropped guns, which Selene discovered and picked up when passing a horse carcass.
After a while, Selene found a relatively intact car, opened the back door, let rle drive, while she sat in the back seat.
Soon, rle started the car and drove them away.
This was a police car equipped with a radio, looking sowhat dated. Selene vaguely recalled the show being set in the early 2000s.
During the drive, rle kept calling on the radio, wanting to know if the camp location had changed.
...
anwhile, at the survivor mountain camp.
The camp was imrsed in the joy of reunion.
Through previous exchanges with Atlanta survivors, everyone knew it was a life-or-death situation there. ntally prepared for the worst, when they returned from Atlanta, everyone’s emotions soared and plumted like a rollercoaster.
But two people felt conflicted.
One was Rick’s colleague and friend, Shane, whose mind went through a storm when Rick appeared.
The other was rle’s younger brother, Daryl. Learning rle hadn’t returned, Daryl was eager to head to Atlanta to find rle, calming down only after being persuaded by everyone.
Suddenly, the radio buzzed, "Sizzle... is anyone there?"
A white-bearded old man wearing a wide-brimd hat, Dale, hurried over, "This is the survivor camp, we’re... huh? rle?! That’s great, you’re alive!"
"Daryl! Daryl, co here, your brother’s alive," Dale shouted excitedly.
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