Doomsday America.

Chapter 306 The Motorbike Gang

Winnie ignored Gavin, who was sitting on the sofa behind her, lecturing and questioning the newcomer. Instead, she led Agatha back to her own bedroom. Winnie had been living alone for over a month. Her room now had a very girly style, with not only a huge cat but also a bunch of fluffy toys surrounding an adorable pink litter box.

The pile of toys, clearly in the style of Barbie dolls, made Agatha pause slightly as she entered. She first looked at the toys, then glanced at Winnie with surprise. In Agatha's eyes, Winnie's sharp denim outfit and the revolver at her waist were quite different from the style of those plush toys! And Winnie…

She keenly noticed Agatha's fleeting glance, and then quickly hid her embarrassment.

Oh my god, someone called Sang Biao "Mimi"! What should I do?

Winnie coughed lightly and casually pulled the leather jacket wrapped around Agatha's waist.

"What's your name?" she asked, adjusting her leather jacket.

"Agatha Christie"

"And what's your surname?"

Winnie pressed for an answer, and Agatha responded softly and sadly after a moment of silence.

"Agatha Hamilton".

"Okay, Agatha, you're about the same height as me, so how old are you? You seem a little older than me."

As Winnie asked the question, she naturally and neatly folded the leather jacket that was draped around Agatha's waist.

A hint of a smile crept into her eyes as she looked at the leather jacket.

And Agatha...

Noticing Winnie's gaze as she looked at the leather jacket, she paused slightly, then completely ignored Winnie's question. Instead, she suddenly reached out her right hand and grabbed the leather jacket that Winnie was holding tightly! Seeing the leather jacket being grabbed by Agatha's right hand, Winnie was first taken aback, then burst out laughing and said...

"Let go of my hand, Agatha. This dress needs to be washed too. You've dirtied it, haven't you?"

"I know, but I'll wash it myself!"

Agatha continued tugging at her clothes while responding in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Winnie's eyes immediately deepened, and she clutched her clothes tightly as she whispered.

"You? You'd better take care of yourself!"

"That's right, I'll do it myself, whether it's taking care of myself or washing my own clothes, it's mine!"

As Agatha responded, she increased the force with which she pulled on Agatha's clothes.

Winnie gritted her teeth and began to fight back against Agatha.

After a two- or three-second standoff, Winnie shook her head with amusement, then abruptly released her clothes, letting Agatha stagger backward from the force of her movement. She stood with her hands on her slender hips, her right hand resting on her revolver, tapping the handle idly, and said to Agatha with amusement, "Aha, why would you suspect me of trying to steal a piece of clothing from you, even if it's the boss's?"

"So what are you thinking, little girl? You actually want to wash this shirt with your pee on it and give it back to the boss?"

"Or maybe you should just leave it unwashed and give it back to him, so he can smell you too, and you'll be marking your territory with your scent like a female dog?" "Tsk, what a pity, the boss already has a woman, and she's just gotten pregnant."

"So, the clothes are yours, but I hope you don't overthink it. What isn't yours will never be yours, never!" With that, Winnie chuckled and took two steps back before straddling her little chair.

The way she sat down was exactly the same as how Gavin sat in the hall.

And Agatha...

Faced with Winnie's questioning, she first pursed her lips in annoyance, then lowered her head awkwardly.

Damn it, what this girl said was harsh, but she's right. Why was I so obsessed with just a piece of clothing? But...

but……

The owner of the clothes not only didn't laugh at him, but also helped him out of the predicament, didn't he?

Shouldn't I be grateful?

With that thought, Agatha found a reason to look up, so she looked at Winnie again and silently stared into Winnie's eyes.

Winnie sat there gently shaking her leg, pointed towards the bathroom, and said...

"Don't stare at me like that. Your eyes aren't sharp like knives; they're actually quite pretty, so they don't intimidate me. Instead, they make me think you want to seduce me." "Go take a shower, quickly, or your awful smell will give my cat a headache!"

Just as Winnie was speaking, her big cat happened to wander over to Agatha, then turned its rear end towards her and started pawing at the carpet with its front paws, making a gesture as if it wanted to bury its poop... Watching her cat so cooperative, Winnie was practically bursting with laughter. Agatha, completely exhausted, could only lower her head, put down her clothes, and disappear into the bathroom. Watching Agatha disappear into the bathroom, Winnie got up, went to the bathroom door, and pushed it open.

"Huh?!"

Agatha, who was undressing, was terrified. She quickly looked at Winnie, fearing Winnie might still be holding a stun gun or some other stick-like object! Women can be truly ruthless when they fight other women. Before the apocalypse, back in high school, Agatha knew how those school bullies humiliated others. But Winnie simply looked quietly at Agatha's body, then pointed to the two cigarette burns on Agatha's chest and softly asked, "Have you ever been sexually abused?"

"No...don't use that awful word, I...I...I just have a cruel mother, it was all her doing!" Agatha's courage vanished in an instant. The two small cigarette burns on the upper part of her chest were an indelible mark from her painful childhood memories, and the story behind them easily shattered her heart. Seeing this, Winnie remained silent for a moment, then walked past the naked Agatha to the area where toiletries were kept.

After spending a full two minutes introducing all her toiletries to Agatha, and sharing her own red wine and bath gel, as well as her little yellow duck toy, Winnie finally left the bathroom to the increasingly melancholic Agatha and turned to leave her room.

And Agatha Christie.

She stood in the empty bathroom, her eyes vacant as she stared at Winnie's large bathtub.

The water was slowly filling the bathtub, allowing the red wine and milk that Winnie had just prepared to gradually blend with the warm water.

Meanwhile, the several little yellow ducks floating on the water kept yelling at Agatha with their bright yellow bodies.

Even after the apocalypse, some people will still live happier lives than you!

They've even started talking about the end of the world...

Agatha burst into tears, trying to stifle her sobs as she hid in the bathtub, letting the warm water wash over her shoulders. Meanwhile, at the bathroom door...

The big cat slowly opened the bathroom door and curiously crawled in, circling around inside while wagging its large tail and looking at Agatha. Agatha was stunned for a moment under the cat's gaze, then burst into laughter through tears.

As she stopped crying and started laughing, Gavin in the living room raised the milk tea Winnie had given him to his lips and took a delightful sip. Beside him, Nikita quietly sat down, wanting to stretch her legs into his lap, but then belatedly remembered there were other people around, and quickly curled her legs up on the sofa. Her brain… why did it seem to be getting a little stupid?

Nikita didn't understand the change, but she thought...it was kind of fun, so she curled up her legs and quietly started fiddling with her toes. Gavin, sipping his milk tea, said to Rudy standing in front of him:

"Rudy, right? Where did you come from?"

"Boss Gavin, we...we came all the way from Oklahoma. I don't know if you've ever been to Norman City, it's our hometown, we used to live there." Hearing Rudy say this, Thomas paused for a moment, then sat on the sofa and beckoned to Gavin, saying:

"Sir, Norman is a satellite city of Oklahoma City, located to the west of Oklahoma. It covers an area of ​​approximately 490 square kilometers and has a population of around 120,000, making it the third largest city in Oklahoma."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin immediately burst out laughing.

"Really? It's such a big city, almost the size of our farm."

Gavin's farm is approximately 560 square kilometers, about a third the size of Singapore, while Norman's farm is almost the same size. Of course, this is much smaller than 6666 Ranch and Wagner Ranch, and even smaller than the land Bill Gates has been acquiring in recent years. However, both of them are actually quite large.

Listening to the brief conversation between Thomas and Gavin, Rudy and his group looked at Thomas in shock.

This person has a deep understanding of major cities in the United States!

However, before they could continue to ponder, Gavin took another sip of his milk tea and continued to ask Rudy.

"You came all the way from Oklahoma. That's quite a distance, almost 400 kilometers. How long did it take you to get here?" "Uh, three whole days, Boss Gavin. Most of the roads from Oklahoma to here were blocked by countless zombies. We had to take a lot of detours to finally get here!" Rudy quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded and chuckled.

"Really? Three whole days! You're lucky, the wilderness and zombies didn't devour you."

"But what I'm more interested in is, what made you travel hundreds of kilometers and spend three or four days to come to my territory?" "Is it a longing for the American South coast, a pursuit of the Texas cowboy life, or perhaps you've simply come for me, hmm?" "Give me an answer."

Just then, Doris walked over carrying a tray, followed by two other women carrying trays. The trays were filled with warm milk tea.

Ever since Thomas brought over the milk, honey, and tea drink, and Gavin expressed his fondness for it, milk tea has replaced coffee as the most popular beverage among the camp members. Moreover, coffee is primarily for boosting energy; it doesn't provide much physical replenishment, since besides caffeine, it contains virtually no protein or sugar. Milk tea, on the other hand, is incredibly high in sugar and milk, making it perfect for the campers who do physical labor all day. Gavin, seeing the milk tea being served, pointed to Rudy and the others and smiled.

"Doris, get the newlyweds some hot drinks first. These poor guys just got a good beating from us, they definitely need some sweet comfort." As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin watched as Rudy and the others gratefully accepted the milk tea.

After the hall was filled with slurping sounds and the newlyweds had all tasted the milk tea, Gavin continued, "How was it, Rudy? Did our chef's handling of the sugar content meet your expectations?"

"Of course, Gavin, this stuff tastes amazing, I love it!"

Rudy quickly and solemnly replied.

Seeing Rudy's serious expression, Gavin nodded and asked another question.

"If you like it, then let's continue talking about why you left your hometown."

"Okay, Gavin, we were chased here by a bunch of bikers. Those bastards just showed up out of nowhere and raided our camp. A lot of us died, and only the seven of us are left!" "To get away from them, I drove a long way in the direction they came from, until I left Oklahoma and really entered Texas, and finally managed to shake them off." "Those damn bikers... damn it, my uncle died at their hands, I... I'll get my revenge sooner or later, they'll all die by my hand sooner or later!" As he said this, Rudy gritted his teeth so hard that he bit off the straw in his mouth.

Gavin looked at the angry Rudy in silence for a moment, then frowned and asked Rudy.

"A biker gang? Are you sure bikers can still gather in the apocalypse? From which direction did they appear?"

"I don't know, Gavin!"

Faced with Gavin's question, Rudy shook his head helplessly.

"They appeared in the middle of the night, damn it. Before they showed up, we were hiding in a park in southern Normandy. It was a very open space with lots of tent shops, and we stayed there in those tents." "Before they showed up, I had also gathered quite a few people, not as many as you have here, but about twenty-seven or twenty-eight."

"That very night, we heard a series of motorcycles from a great distance. The sound even made me think I was dreaming of life before the apocalypse. After all, before the apocalypse happened, you could often hear those bastards driving around on roaring motorcycles in the night in small towns!"

"I only remember quickly getting up to prepare for defense, and as I expected, there were at least sixteen or seventeen guys on motorcycles. They roared in from the north of the park, and after spotting our lights, they started riding around our camp!"

"I tried to negotiate with them, but they wouldn't listen. Instead, they threw a lot of Molotov cocktails at us. The smell of alcohol and the flames shot into the sky. I'll never forget that scene!" "We fired back, and they fired back, but they were too agile on their motorcycles. It was hard for us to hit them. We probably only killed four or five of them, at least three of whom were sniped by Agatha. That girl was amazing!"

"Later, after we lost seven or eight men, they set our last tent on fire, so we had to get into the cars and break out." "But we still had five cars when we broke out, but they shot out the tires of two of them, and captured the people in them." "If it weren't for the captured guys distracting them, and Agatha keeping firing from the cars to keep them on guard, we probably wouldn't have escaped either." "Anyway, we left Oklahoma in three cars, and on the way here, we lost two more companions, so now we only have seven people left!" At this point, Rudy stood there looking sincerely at Gavin, and then said to Gavin straightforwardly.

"Boss Gavin, we really mean you no harm. We're not anyone's henchmen; we're just a bunch of homeless vagrants!" "We may not be very skilled, but we at least have strength and the courage to survive the apocalypse!"

"We'll do anything to join your ranks, whether it's washing clothes, cooking, or being your vanguard to fight those damned dead, it's all fine!" "We just want a slightly more stable life. God, it's too dangerous out there. Zombies seem to be everywhere, you can see them wherever you go!" As he said this, Rudy nervously gripped his milk tea cup and looked at Gavin expectantly.

Gavin gently pressed his palm in response.

"Don't worry, Rudy, once you fell into my hands, you're mine. There's no way you can run away now, because I'm desperately short-handed." "However, I'm really curious about that biker gang you encountered!"

"Do they only operate around Oklahoma? Or is it possible they might even venture into my territory?"

"If they manage to run into us, my estate may be safe, but my farmland and livestock can't withstand their harassment!" "Therefore, we must be prepared to deal with them!"