23 Unexpected Guests (1/2)

”Is that...”

Above their house, they saw a crate wrapped in Christmas string lights slowly dropping towards them.

The group was speechless. In the dark sky, who was not going to see the supply drop now?

They basically went into DEFCON 1 state, maximum alertness. From the look of it, the box should be dropping directly on their roof or close to the front door, and the group knew there might be a tough fight coming.

Their roof is full of slopes, and at the center lies a balcony with short concrete fences on four sides which could be accessed through a staircase connecting to the second floor.

Stationing two people on watch on the roof, Jay and Christian immediately began running between the two floors to transport more ammunition and weapons up.

”Theoretically speaking, the apocalypse just began yesterday, people probably didn't degrade to the point of killing survivors for supplies yet,” Alex thought back to the zombie movies or TV shows they watched. In the beginning, all the survivors would still be pretty nice to each other, hoping to group up and cooperate. Then, as time passed and supplies became scarcer, people would be done adapting to the zombie-world and start targeting other survivors.

For instance, in the TV show The Walking Dead, the first few seasons were still about the survivors killing zombies. Later on, it became more about wars between groups of survivors, fighting for supplies, territory, and power. To feed, some group would even kill other survivors for a source of protein.

However, that was just on TV and in movies, so what about the reality? The group couldn't afford to be careless.

About 5 minutes passed, the crate was still dropping. It was taking its sweet time, not in a hurry at all.

Vroom vroom~

The sound of cars with heavy engines could be heard from far away, gradually getting closer. Finally, a mustang and a pickup truck drove by on the street and stopped in front of the gate.

From the two vehicles came out 9 people, all tatted-up, muscular, in tank tops and jeans, carrying guns over their shoulders.

If it was in PUBG, it would've been a pleasant surprise for the Big D Brings Spring group; in their eyes, these people that showed up wouldn't be threats, but rather supply delivery men.

However, this wasn't PUBG. Not to mention how confident they were to take on these men at once, killing in real life was a lot harder mentally, usually accompanied by an unimaginable amount of guilt.

However, when things progress to a certain point, the boys would have to do what they have to do to protect those that are dear to them.

A few zombies heard the two cars and chased over, but a man standing on top of the truck quickly gunned them down.

With a speaker, a member of the group in an extra-long chunky chain around the neck shouted, ”To the people inside this house, hand over the crate and it will be all good. We won't lay our hands on you haha.”