RE: The Walking Dead [Zombie LitRPG] Chapter Eighty – Cold-blooded

“Dang! I know the possibility of having a rocket launcher is almost close to none, but I didn't expect them to actually have a grenade launc

“Dang! I know the possibility of having a rocket launcher is almost close to none, but I didn't expect them to actually have a grenade launcher.”

The remaining people who decided to stay and were feeling lost earlier since they didn’t know what would happen to them after this, suddenly beca dumbfounded when they saw the cars of their friends flying and exploding like a hot ss.

“See? I told you guys this wasn’t a great idea, but you just had to insist.” The woman called Cyan, the one who had been constantly warning them before and witnessing the anti-climactic outco of their so-called raid.

“How did you know? Was this just a lucky guess or did you see sothing before?” One of the few who supported her looked towards her, and like the others, she too had a perplexed expression on her face.

“I..” Cyan looked at them and was about to say sothing in response, but she quickly changed her mind when she thought of sothing and instead responded. “It’s obvious. No one in their right minds would ride such an eye-catching vehicle. It’s either they’re an idiot or they’re not easy to deal with. Choosing between them, I’d choose the latter, but unfortunately for us. Lucas was too hard headed to listen to . Now, we don’t even know if they’re still alive. Worse off, what will happen to us now after this?”

Aside from Cyan, there are five more people alongside her who saw reason and decided to stay behind even at the risk of potential punishnt later on. Now, it’s obvious they have made the right call all along.

“Should we make a run for it while they’re busy dealing with Lucas and the others?” One of them suggested it, and it made everyone’s head turn towards him.

“What? I doubt they’d mind us leaving when they’re still busy dealing with the remaining crew who followed Lucas.”

Cyan imdiately agreed with his idea and supported him. “You’re right. Let’s hit the camp first and take the rest with us and go soplace else other than here.”

“Okay.”

With those words, everyone imdiately dispersed and went inside their cars before driving away, officially breaking off their connection with the group they are now leaving behind.

On the other hand, while Michael is busy picking off the stragglers. He noticed that the group that remained far behind the rest had started leaving towards the opposite direction.

‘They’re leaving them behind?’ Michael thought while he shot a man on his leg. The man was trying to take cover behind one of the few intact cars when a bullet ca piercing through his thigh.

“Ahhh!” The man scread in pain, but he bit through the pain and painfully threw himself behind the car for cover.

Ratata! Ratata!

Counting the bullets, Michael yelled to the people below him. “I need so suppressing fire here!”

“On it!”

Bam!

Below, he heard Rosita’s voice responding to him and monts later, the door on the side burst open and Rosita appeared as she jumped off the car and quickly threw herself onto the roadside ditch.

She quickly adjusted her position and started spraying their enemies with her Thompson SMG.

Pratatat! Pratatata..!

“I’m bleeding out! Please, soone help !”

“My face!! Ahhh! It burns!”

“Mom! I want my mommy!”

“Lucas, help us! Where are you?! Damn you! You killed us!”

So people from the looters started screaming in pain, a couple beca crazy and started yelling that no grown adult should be hearing, while another cursed their late leader. Who’s now scorched dead, his upper body laid down on the road and his lower half remained stuck inside the wreckage of the black Lincoln Navigator.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The still sane ones and now just trying to survive at this point tried to respond in kind, but not only were their advantages in numbers not proved useful. They were also outgunned and outclassed by just two shooters.

This goes to show that with sufficient armant, being a one man army is not impossible.

Back to the bus, Michael had fully loaded his six barrel grenade launcher, ready to finish this once and for all since he’d already noticed several figures coming out from the treeline and onto the plains to his right.

“I guess we're gonna have more uninvited guests this ti around.”

The new guests are not a case for concern right now since it will be a while before they can even reach them. So Michael imdiately turned his attention back towards the problem before him.

Michael aid and fired.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He started cleaning house that even those cars that were a little behind from the ones at the front weren’t spared. They tried to drive away, but it was already too late by the ti they realized they could still escape from the scene.

Six explosions simultaneously exploded in the middle and all around them. The cars either flipped or so directly killed the passengers when so of the projectiles directly landed on top of the cars.

‘Almost done.’ Looking at the destruction he caused, Michael nodded to himself before he started reloading the final set of explosive rounds into the grenade launcher.

“Rosita,co back inside!”

Michael shouted from above the bus, and when Rosita heard him, she did not imdiately stand up and instead, she checked her surroundings. Only when she deed that the coast was clear, did she imdiately got up and dashed back inside the motorho, closing the door behind her.

“Make sure to keep all the doors and windows locked! Andrea, I’m giving you your first lesson right now. Get inside the cockpit and slowly drive this thing away from here.” On the sunroof, Michael kept giving out instructions to the people inside.

“Really?! But can I really do this?” Hearing that she finally had the chance to drive this beast, Andrea grew excited, but at the sa ti, she also beca worried.

“You can do it. Just rember the steps I showed you before.” Michael responded. This ti, he’s now quietly waiting for the group of walkers to reach the appropriate distance before attacking.

“What about the wreckage and people in front of us?”

“What about them?”

“Should we not do sothing?”

Michael scrunched up his eyebrows. “Should we? Just slowly drive through them. You don’t need to pity them. Pitying enemies is useless and being rciless to yourself. You just need to know that it was either us or them. You don’t want to end up like those people in front of us because of so useless pity, do you?”

“Fine.” Andrea grunted before heading into the cockpit.

Thinking back to his earlier words, Michael suddenly felt that there’s sothing wrong with him.

‘Since when did I beco so cold-blooded?’

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