Chapter 27 (1/2)

”Each hunt must be completed as the last one of my life!”

— — Ben Douglas

”How many times does a man have to look up to see the sky?

How many ears does a man need to have to hear the cries of the people?

How many lives would he have to sacrifice to know how many people would die?

The answer, my friend, is to float in the air.

”Floating in the air!”

A green leather car, a modified car, was on the fractured highway.

The steel fender with spikes all over the front of the car could easily pierce through a bear.

The middle axle of the tyre was clearly lengthened and welded with sharp spikes as sharp as a wolf's tooth.

They spin with the wheels, and they can grind up any drive of flesh and blood.

There was even a high-speed machine gun mounted on the skylight of the car, the chain of ammunition dangling from the chamber telling the story of the machine gun's performance.

Although it was not a new model, it could fire 200 rounds per minute, which was enough to threaten the mutated beasts and monsters.

The deafening music played on the car, and the '60s American country music, ”Gone With the Wind,” was a bit of a pleasure to travel alone.

However, as the music floated on the deserted highway, it revealed the silence of the wilderness.

It was afternoon, and the sun was scorching the earth.

The surface of the earth became a furnace. Far away, the rise of hot air caused the ground to distort.

On this quiet afternoon, when no living creature was willing to face the sun, it became the best time for travelers to travel.

In the wilderness, no matter how well-equipped they were, no one was willing to face groups of mutated beasts.

In addition to the driver, there were also a dozen or so passengers in the car.

There were men and women, including two children.

From their different colors and faces, it was clear that this was not a family trip. It was more like a group escape.

Because of the shabby clothes and the scrawny face, it was clear that their daily lives were only enough for them to eat and drink. They were far from being considered rich.

”Damn it, Teddy, if you don't turn that old record off.”

Believe me, I will smash him for you! ”

Unlike the driver, who was enjoying the music while shaking his head, there were obviously some people among the passengers who did not like the noisy music.

A big black man sitting on the back seat stood up, waved his fists and showed his white teeth as he shouted loudly.

Teddy, the driver.

Just a guy in his twenties, wearing a yellow checkered shirt and worn jeans.

He put the car in gear and said without looking back, ”You can't enjoy the music quietly, Kyrian.”

Man, Bob is a genius, this song is wonderful. ”

”Kid, I'm not in the mood right now.”

All I know is that if your shitty music brought in a living corpse or something, I think they'd be happy to dig out your heart and eat it and listen to some lousy music. ”

The black man jeered, but his words drew approval from the others.

Teddy shook his head, muttered ”A bunch of stupid people who don't know how to listen to music,” and reached out to turn the record off.

”Buddy, at a time like this, don't mention living corpses, even the Corpse Wolves are unwilling to come out.”

Why else do you think I picked the worst time of the day to travel? ”

Teddy laughed and fished a crumpled cigarette out of his jacket pocket.

He put the cigarette to his mouth, then pulled his hand away and lit it, and then the bad smell of tobacco began to drift through the carriage.

The car continued on, the winding road seemingly endless.

The motorists were drowsy, and almost all the passengers in the cars were asleep.

In turbulent times, being able to sleep peacefully is also a luxury of happiness.