Chapter 29 Rick

　　June 23, Atlanta, Kings County.

　　Two weeks later, Leon returned to the town again.

　　But last time, he went to Atlanta alone, and this time, he returned here with his team.

　　"Boss, where should we start searching?"

　　Moore carried a machete in his right hand and a shield on his left hand. The thick black bear armor on his body made his not-so-strong body look unusually strong.

　　Behind him, nine combat team members formed into three teams, chatting while observing the movements in nearby buildings.

　　This time he brought a lot of people, including 10 fighters, 5 drivers, and 5 heavy trucks with a cargo capacity of more than 20 tons.

　　Since we're here to rescue Rick, we might as well plunder some of the important supplies in King County.

　　"Let's go to the hospital first. That's where I used to work. The medical equipment and supplies there are quite complete."

　　"Okay boss, we'll follow you."

　　Lyon drove a modified military heavy jeep with his own convoy. Instead of going directly through the town center, he went around the outskirts of the town to the county hospital.

　　Along the way, he encountered more than a dozen zombies wandering on the road, and he crushed them all mercilessly with his modified heavy jeep.

　　When numbers do not constitute an advantage, a single zombie is no different from an ordinary rag doll facing a large vehicle.

　　After driving for about 10 minutes, the convoy arrived at the County Hospital, a large four-story building with front and back yards. Apart from the hundreds of corpses neatly laid out on the ground and the smoky exterior walls, it was not much different from what Lyon remembered.

　　Leon held a long-bladed machete in one hand, led the team, and led everyone into the hospital through the glass main entrance.

　　"Form a defensive formation and clear out all the zombies inside."

　　"Yes, sir."

　　After receiving the order, Moore made a few gestures to his soldiers. The soldiers were divided into groups of three, with Daryl, Aggie and T as the fulcrum, one shield and two spears, and began to advance from three directions, clearing out all the zombies they saw.

　　Team leader Moore stood behind Leon holding an assault rifle, protecting the boss and providing support to other teams at any time.

　　Ten minutes later, everyone gathered around Leon again, with a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

　　They conducted a large-scale search, but in the end only found two or three zombies on the entire first floor. There were also some corpses with bullets in the head, and most likely they were wandering in from the streets outside.

　　Leon recalled and had a guess. He remembered that when Sean last came to see Rick, the American soldiers massacred the entire hospital. All living people infected with the virus were ruthlessly shot.

　　It was probably at that time that all the zombies in the hospital were eliminated.

　　He did not open his mouth to explain anything, but continued to issue orders.

　　"Go upstairs and clean up the second floor."

　　An hour later, the first, second and third floors of the county hospital were cleared by the Umbrella Company's soldiers. There were not many zombies, no more than 20 in total.

　　When Leon and his warriors were heading to the top floor, the 4th floor, a chain and iron lock blocked their way.

　　Moore scratched his chin and said a little depressed.

　　"The fourth floor is locked, boss."

　　"Want to knock it open?"

　　Leon looked at Moore as if he was a fool and said:

　　"Is that even a question?"

　　With that, he took a shotgun from the back of one of his men.

　　"Forget it, all of you get out of the way."

　　He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the iron lock, and after Leon and his men had all dodged it, he pulled the trigger.

　　Bang!

　　A loud bang echoed in the corridor, filled with the smell of gunpowder and smoke. The lock broke and flew away, creating a huge hole in the wooden door.

　　As soon as Leon pushed open the door, he saw an old woman with a nurse's cap, messy hair and a haggard face leaning out of a door frame not far from the corridor.

　　Her eyes were complicated and her expression was dazed, with fear and anticipation mixed together, making her usually serious and responsible face look a little distorted.

　　Leon frowned slightly, he knew the old woman in front of him.

　　"Mrs. Moretia?"

　　The old woman looked dazed for more than ten seconds, staring blankly at Leon and the soldiers behind him, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper was rubbing against her.

　　"Dr. Leon Custer, is that you?"

　　Leon nodded and looked around with some surprise. The fourth floor of the hospital was the inpatient ward, responsible for receiving seriously ill patients. Mrs. Moriati was the head nurse of the hospital and she was over 50 years old this year.

　　It is hard to imagine that such an elderly man has lived here for more than a month.

　　"It's me, Mrs. Moriarty. Are you alone here?"

　　"How did you survive all by yourself?"

　　The old lady seemed to accept the reality. She breathed a sigh of relief, the fear on her face slowly disappeared, and she walked out of the ward and into the corridor.

　　Her face was pale, her nurse uniform looked a little shabby, and she looked like a refugee who was poorly clothed and poorly fed.

　　"A lot of monsters like that appeared near my home. I didn't dare to stay there alone, so I went back to the hospital."

　　"After the army left, there were fewer people here, and some seriously ill patients were left unattended."

　　"I have been collecting fruit baskets and gifts from the ward as food while taking care of the patients who are still alive. I have been like this until now."

　　Having said that, the old lady showed a bitter smile on her face.

　　"However, all the food has been eaten. I have been hungry for several days and was planning to go out to look for some supplies."

　　Leon nodded without changing his expression, walked to the old lady, took out some high-energy chocolate jerky candies from his waist bag and handed them to the old lady, and said:

　　"It's okay, Mrs. Moriarty, you can come back with us. We have a safe shelter that will accept all kind survivors."

　　"By the way, which patients are still alive? Can they still move?"

　　The old lady nodded gratefully to Leon, reached out to take the food, and was very reserved and did not eat it immediately. She thought for a moment and said.

　　"I found that some patients would turn into monsters after death, so I locked them in the ward. There were no special medicines, and they only relied on nutritional drips. Now only four people are alive. You may still remember them."

　　"Ms. Kevila, who suffered a car accident with broken bones all over her body, Mr. Hongke, who has become a vegetable and has not yet woken up, Mr. Rick, who fell into a coma due to a gunshot wound, and Mr. Claude, who has become demented due to brain damage caused by a fight."

　　They are all disabled people who can't move or run away. That's right, if someone can move, who would stay here?

　　Hearing that Rick had not changed and was still alive, Leon felt relieved. He patted the old lady on the shoulder and said:

　　"Don't be sad, Mrs. Moriarti. Things have already happened and we can't change them."

　　"We are going to transport the medical equipment and supplies from the hospital. Can you take my subordinates and pick out the valuable equipment?"

　　The old lady stared at the fully armed strong men behind Leon for a few seconds, nodded, and said:

　　"Okay, Dr. Custer, what medicines and equipment do you need?"

　　Leon said as a matter of course:

　　"We transported away everything that was valuable. We brought several heavy trucks here this time. If we can't transport everything in one trip, we can send another trip."

　　"You take them to the pharmacy to move the medicines first. I'll go see the patients. We can have lunch together in an hour."

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