Entering Dallas

"Attention, please line up all vehicles in an orderly manner and medical personnel will inspect them. Those who refuse to cooperate in performing their duties in accordance with the law will be severely punished."

　　In the dark night, the moonlight reflected on the intercontinental highway. The cars on the road turned on their headlights one after another. The soldiers on the separation wall turned on their searchlights and shone towards the dark corners around. Beware of people sneaking into the city at night.

　　"You guys are in, what are your plans?" Osborn leaned back in the driver's seat in a bored manner, made an H and asked Brian if he had any plans for the future.

　　Interstate 35, the quickest way to get to Dallas from the south, was already packed with cars before they arrived, plus entry and exit control was ridiculously slow, so even if they started at noon, after waiting almost 9 hours, it was only enough to get through the wall.

　　And behind them followed the fleeing vehicles coming from all directions, the flow of traffic still seemingly endless, as if it had never changed.

　　But even so, people in these cars are still willing to continue waiting, just to be able to enter the city, it is hard to imagine that there are so many vehicles packed together and there is no car around to honk.

　　Brian looked out at the night outside the car, thought for a moment, and said softly, "We met an old man named Yarman when we were in Austin. He once invited us to go to Dallas, but at the time we were looking for Sarah's father, so I didn't go with him..."

　　As he said, he took a note out of his pocket and said, "But he left us an address, I'll see if I can find him and find out what's inside, and then I'll try to find a way to Washington."

　　After telling him his plans, Brian asked, "What about you? Is there anywhere to go after we get in?"

　　"Not yet," Osborn shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "I'll contact my former comrades first and report the incident in Austin. Don't worry about me, I still have this RV."

　　Brian nodded and didn't say anything else. Seeing that the vehicle in front was about to arrive after the inspection, he turned around and patted the inside of the car twice and said, "Gentlemen, it's our turn, get ready."

　　......

　　The RV slowly stopped at the checkpoint, and a soldier in a protective suit walked out of the car window and knocked twice with a serious face, signaling the people inside to lower the car window.

　　As he slowly lowered the car window, the soldier looked inside the car and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. There was a middle-aged man and three children sitting inside. I don't know why this made his complexion a little slower, and he said kindly: "Sir, please get off the car, we will check you and the vehicle."

　　"OK."

　　As the four of them walked to the side of the RV and stood up, Brian saw a soldier walking towards him holding this rectangular instrument with a cylindrical thing on top, which he knew must be the so-called "infection scanner."

　　Two other soldiers got into his car and rummaged around inside, looking for anyone who might be hiding in the car.

　　The soldier with the scanner walked behind the four people, placed the end of the cylinder on the back of their necks and pressed the detection button. Each time a person was checked, there were two beeps on the scanner. And the soldiers reported no infections.

　　After confirming that none of the people in front of him were infected, another soldier took the registration book and asked them in detail their name, age and previous residence address, and asked them how they were related, if they had any relatives in the city, etc.

　　After circling for ten minutes, the soldiers were allowed to pass after confirming that there was no problem, then they used the walkie-talkie to notify the console to open the isolation door and let them into Dallas.

　　Naturally, the army will not allow survivors who have just entered the city to wander around the city. When the RV reaches the specified place, a guide soldier drives a car in front of them, constantly waving at them, signaling the vehicle to follow him.

　　The interior of Dallas is far from what it looks like from the outside. In the open, park-like area, there are densely packed tents. When vehicles drive by, even if you are sitting in the car, you can hear the pained cry from inside.

　　After driving for nearly half an hour, this is basically the case. It can be seen that as the number of survivors in the city is getting smaller and smaller, and the number of survivors is becoming more and more accepted, it is possible that Dallas will take a few days and enter a state of saturation.

　　The guided car took them outside the abandoned factory. The large open area was divided into two halves by the barbed wire fence in the middle. The area on the left was filled with tents, and the area on the right was filled with parked RVs. The blocks are divided so that each block can accommodate one RV.

　　"How strange, why are all the RVs parked here?" Brian noticed the situation outside the car and felt a little curious.

　　"It's not surprising, because regular cars are just cars, and our RV is our home." Osborn was not surprised by the environment around him.

　　After leaving the RV at the designated spot, the soldiers who guided him got out of the car and walked up to Osborn, handed him a pamphlet and 4 ID cards and said:

　　"This is what you need to get supplies. Dallas is currently under martial law and a curfew will be implemented after 8:00 p.m. tonight. Also, there are many precautions in place. Remember, don't cause trouble."

　　After that, the soldier said no more, turned around and drove his own car and left here.

　　"Yo, I have a new neighbor!"

　　Not long after the soldiers left, the owner of the RV next door got out of the car. This was a drunken old man dressed in rags, with an empty bottle of wine in his hand. He found a chair next to him and sat down. Brian and the others saluted.

　　Seeing the old man in front of him, Brian was moved, turned around and ran to the RV, grabbed two bottles of wine from the top, sat next to the old man and walked over to him.

　　"What are you doing?"

　　Kelly looked at Brian, who had suddenly started talking to a stranger, and asked her father with some doubt.

　　"Ah, she's gathering information," Osborn touched his daughter's head, looked deeply at Brian, and said softly, "Okay, let's go to bed earlier, there are other things tomorrow. You worry about it."

　　Watching the father and daughter enter the trailer, Sarah didn't follow them, but instead sat on the steps, cocked her head, and stared at Brian's profile in silence.

　　The drunken old man gulped down the wine Brian gave him, and no matter how he looked at the boy in front of him, he was so pleasing to the eye that he answered his questions.

　　"The Army will usually deliver daily at the central block at 9 o'clock every day, but remember to be careful with your supply card, those soldiers who only recognize the card but not the person, must carry a weapon when they go to pick up things, otherwise they will definitely be assaulted by vandals..."

　　"Of course there are protests here, but I advise you not to join them, that is a very stupid act..."

　　"Your place should be in the North District, but it's not too far from here. From here, turn right and go straight, and you'll be able to find it..."

　　"I don't know how to get out of here either, but I advise you to stop complaining, don't believe what those people on TV told you that the infection has been controlled and chaos has been happening outside. ... How do I know? Hey, I just ran from the west, what don't I know? The results are the same everywhere!

　　"......"

　　The old man in front of him doesn't know many things. But as long as it is something he can answer, he can say it clearly and in detail.

　　After getting the general information in Dallas, Brian sent the old man to his RV, and at the same time, he knew the other party's name: Antoane.

　　"What's wrong? Sarah!" Brian, who turned around and planned to return to the RV, suddenly saw Sarah sitting at the door looking straight at him and asked uncomfortably.

　　"Oh? It's okay!"

　　After Brian asked her this question, Sarah instantly came back to her senses, her face flushed, and then she quickly covered herself up and said, "How about it, did you get any key information?"

　　"It's not very clear, I think we may not be able to get out of here for a while."

　　Brian pondered over the information he had just obtained, and his face was a little ugly. It seemed that his guess was correct. The epidemic has begun to get out of control, which also means that other places will become unsafe, making him hesitant to venture far away.

　　"So what are we going to do now?" She heard that she might not be leaving here, and for some reason, Sarah felt a little bit of joy.

　　Her own relatives were gone, and she didn't want Brian to risk himself outside, but she knew that the other party was also looking for his parents, and no one had any reason to stop him, so she didn't voice it, just put them in silence. The idea is buried in her heart, and wherever the other party goes, she will go too.

　　"Let's sleep first, go to Yarman tomorrow and then ask."

　　With a sigh, Brian checked the time, took Sarah's hand and climbed into the RV, in any case, everything would be decided tomorrow.