California Inn

To shut up? ? ?

Floyd's face turned from white to black. He stared at Tommy coldly. A sullen anger came out of his heart. Tommy actually told him to shut up?

Thanks to him getting the iron net for their car, he is a cook, but even a cook should have a salary, right? But he doesn't eat as much as Masters Calvin! Tommy was the only one on guard against him, and also guarded against him with the other three. It was obvious that there were things and plans that would never let him participate in the discussion. .

Oh shit! What's so great about Tommy, isn't he just better?

Naturally, Floyd didn't know that Tommy had a system, relying on the system to intuitively and clearly understand the loyalty of the people in the team, and Floyd's loyalty was always zero.

Floyd covered his emotions and smiled falsely: "Yes, I shouldn't bother you."

"Let's get off the high-speed." Tommy's eyes flashed with anticipation and ambition. He was so many days ahead of schedule that he must be the first to find the airdrop package.

Hope, this is a very small town, but no matter how small it is, based on the large population base in the United States, there are hundreds of thousands of residents living in Hope.

Even a minimum population of 100,000 means that there are 80,000 zombies here!

In order to save fuel, several people abandoned the two cars, and the five people sat together in the G55 driven by Tommy. This car is very spacious, and the food in the back seat has long been exhausted, and the five people are just right.

Tommy drove the car in a low voice and slowly to the road where Hope entered the town. There were some small shops in the surrounding two rows. At this time, the doors were closed. Occasionally one or two doors were open, but it was a terrible scene, everywhere. It was human bones and blood stains that had turned black, and the entire road outside was full of stumps and broken arms. The whole town was quiet and desolate.

The rancid smell is especially strong in this small town.

"Why do we have to come here?" Molly looked at Tommy in disbelief. "You can get food and gas without going into town."

Tommy avoided answering, he couldn't say he was from the future and knew there would be airdrops here?

"Heh!" Floyd grinned and sneered: "You made a decision without regard to the safety of your companions. Although you are the leader of this team, you can't force us to die, right? You don't need to think about it, how many zombies are there!"

Tommy said indifferently: "You can get out of the car, no one is forcing you."

"Get out of the car?" Floyd said, "This car is left now. You let me get off here and be bitten to death by a zombie?"

"At that time, you had to follow yourself." Tommy glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and glanced at the two women and Masters Calvin who did not speak: "We will find a hotel, clean up the zombies and live in first, and then look for vehicles and vehicles. Food, you can leave or stay at will."

He was talking about Molly, eighteen and Floyd. Masters Calvin, whose loyalty has reached 90%, is impossible to leave, and Tommy himself, anyway, his purpose is just to drop the package.

"What are you going?" eighteen glared at Floyd, the little girl's immature face was very firm: "I'll follow you until I go to Fort Worth!"

Molly looked away from the terrifying scene outside the window, her face was a little bad: "I have no objection."

Floyd stopped talking for a while. He didn't like Tommy, but he wanted to use Tommy's ability to go to Fort Worth. If he left alone, he would encounter many dangers.

"Hey Tommy, I'm not afraid!" Floyd quickly changed his tone, "I'm afraid that everyone will be in danger, but I still want to hang out with you."

"Whatever you want." Tommy didn't care about Floyd's presence or absence, and continued to be a sidekick as a cook. If he didn't, he would leave.

After carefully avoiding the place where the zombies gathered, Tommy found a dilapidated small hotel with the sign of the California Hotel hanging crumbling above. Several zombies in work clothes were swaying around the open door. A corpse, a female zombie licked on the rib of the wreck, and there were other zombies on it that had not eaten clean and had begun to rot.

Some flies and maggots were crawling in the skeleton of the wreckage. The female zombies sometimes grabbed these wriggling worms and stuffed them into their mouths to chew with relish. It didn't have a bulging belly like other zombies, and it was hungry for a long time.

"Ouch" Masters Calvin let out a nauseous voice in a low voice, he turned his face away and stopped looking, it was so disgusting.

"Get out of the car." Tommy parked the car in the quiet parking lot behind the small hotel, unresponsive to the terrifying sight so close at hand, he was used to it.

"Aren't we going to live here?" Floyd said with disgust and disgust, "I said, can't I find a better place? Although this town is small, there are always three-star hotels, or two-star hotels. That's fine! I couldn't live well when I didn't have money, but now I don't have any worries, but you're just looking for such a place? It's so disgusting!"

Tommy clenched his axe tightly after parking the car, and looked at him with no emotion: "It's the same sentence, if you have an opinion, you can get out."

The location here is very bad. If it is in the era of civilization, it is estimated that there will be no business and can only wait for the result to close. But in the apocalypse, such a place is the safest. There are few people and no business, which means that there are few zombies.

Of course, Tommy doesn't have this obligation, and doesn't have the patience to explain it to someone with zero loyalty.

Masters Calvin, Molly, and eighteen didn't speak, and got out of the car right after Tommy, all holding different weapons.

"Fuck!" Floyd slurped in a low voice, before Tommy couldn't hear another sentence: "What a brain!"

Several people walked silently, slowly approaching the entrance of the hotel without making any sound.

This hotel is really small, with only two floors. After entering, a pungent stench hits the face, which is the smell of zombies.

There were a few zombies in the lobby on the first floor, and the back door Tommy chose was the stairs as soon as he entered.

"Don't kill?" Masters Calvin, who was following behind him, asked nervously.

Tommy shook his head, gave a small hiss with his index finger, and then came to the second floor.

After going up the second floor is a dim corridor, only two meters wide. The dark red carpet makes it difficult to tell whether it is blood or carpet color. There are no zombies, but the stench is very strong. There are closed wooden doors every few meters on both sides. There is no light. Dim light enters from the narrow windows, reflecting the stench of the corridor a little gloomy.

Tommy's footsteps walked silently on the stall. He passed each room and stopped for a while, listening carefully outside the door or distinguishing the smell.

Floyd, who was following behind, looked dismissive, what was there to be vigilant about, could it be possible to see something famous by standing across the door for a while?

Suddenly Tommy stopped and stood in front of a bumpy door.

Bang!

Kicked the door!