Doomsday America.

Chapter 239 Margaret's Plea

Chapter 239 Margaret's Plea (5k)

As for now—

Margaret was no longer angry; she wanted nothing more than to hug Nathan and Philip, those two bastards, and give them kisses to thank them for their help.

Or, should I take another nap with Philip?

After all, Philip deserves a great deal of credit for getting Gavin and his group to their camp!

Thinking of this, Margaret looked at Philip with gratitude.

Philip gave Margaret a peace sign.

And Gavin.

He gently shook Margaret's hands, then released her and laughed.

"Hello, Margaret, I'm Gavin, and these are my good brothers Eugene and Edward."

"As for Philip, you already know him, don't you?"

"Of course, of course!"

Margaret responded enthusiastically to Gavin's words, then boldly opened her arms.

She wanted to give Gavin a hug, but when she opened her arms, she felt a little uneasy and worried that she might be being too abrupt.

Seeing this, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped forward and gave Margaret a hug.

The moment Margaret was embraced by Gavin, the tears that had already welled up in her eyes could no longer be held back. She simply hugged Gavin and cried out in a hoarse voice.

"Gavin, God, you have no idea how tough things have been for me lately. I'm not a self-made woman, I really am. Lucien has misunderstood me; he's never understood me!"

"My business was inherited from my mother. My mother was that kind of woman, but I'm not. I don't like making decisions, and I especially dislike the feeling of everyone looking at me with expectant eyes. I don't deserve that, really!"

"Waaaaah—I'm so tired, oh God—I'm so scared, waaaaah—"

"OK—OK, I understand, but now is not the time to cry, Margaret."

Hearing Margaret's cries, Gavin patted her back helplessly, then suddenly realized that Margaret wasn't wearing a bra.

After a fleeting thought of boredom, Gavin put his arm around Margaret's shoulder and pushed her away from his embrace.

At the same time, a man and three women emerged from several rooms near the corridor.

The man looked to be around fifty years old, and he was now quite drunk, staggering and with a very red nose.

However, his eyes were still clear, and the light in them was quite gentle. He glanced at Margaret with concern, and then, without thinking, he started cursing at Nathan.

"Nathan, good heavens, why is our princess crying like this? Has that beach bum Lucien come back again?!"

At this point, the drunken old man went straight back to his room.

As he left, three high school girls emerged from another room. After a moment of surprise and understanding of the situation, they quickly wiped their wet, foamy hands on their aprons.

The first high school girl to wipe her hands clean strode toward Philip, then punched him in the shoulder and cursed.

"You bastard, how dare you come back, Philip! Do you even know how heartbroken Cynthia was after you left!"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Philip chuckled and slapped the woman's hand away, then pointed to his head and said to the high school girl.

"Do you think I should believe you, Dorothea? Cynthia will be sad for me? She'll be sad because she's lost her stable marijuana supply!"

At this point, Philip pursed his lips in displeasure.

sad?

Which man would believe that a woman who once filmed Category IV films in the Holy Valley would be heartbroken over a man she only slept with for two days!

Although he also believed that his little brother should have that kind of charm.

But no matter how powerful his little brother is, can he be more outrageous than the beasts in the movies?

Thinking of this, Philip spat and gave Dorothea the middle finger. Dorothea, upon seeing the middle finger, continued to curse at him in annoyance.

"How could you say such irresponsible things, Philip? You should know that our past has vanished with the apocalypse, you understand? Cynthia can no longer support herself through her old job!"

"After meeting you, Cynthia thought she had found hope. She talked to me more than once about your thoughtfulness, and even about her regret and shame for her past. She loves you very much, I know that very well, I—"

"Holy crap, Gavin!!!"

Before Dorothea could finish speaking, a high school girl behind her suddenly recognized Gavin's face and then couldn't help but shout.

The girl's voice even cracked from that shout!

Her horrified scream stunned Dorothea.

"What?"

Dorothea turned around and looked at her friends.

Her two sisters, upon recognizing Gavin, hurriedly wiped their faces!

They actually saw the most famous legendary idol in Texas and even the whole of America while they were doing laundry, without any makeup on!

Good heavens, they both wished they could throw their disheveled appearance into a crack in the ground and bury it.

And Dorothea.

Seeing her friends frantically packing themselves up, Dorothea took a deep breath and then turned to look at Gavin and the other two strangers.

The next moment————

"Hiss—!"

Dorothea's gaze met Gavin's two ravens perched on his shoulders.

"Odin?"

The next moment, Dorothea spoke to Gavin in a trembling voice.

Her words caused everyone present to look at Gavin in surprise.

After a slight pause, Gavin nodded with amusement and teased Dorothea.

"Yes, child, I'm glad you recognized me. This is Fokin, and this is Wuni. Say hello to them."

"Gaga!" ×2.

The two crows cawed in unison, and their cries sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

Even Eugene, who knew Gavin was joking, couldn't help but swallow more than once; he was practically full!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Dorothea rolled her eyes and was about to faint.

Fortunately, Philip pulled her up, preventing her from falling directly to the ground. Even with Philip's support, she still couldn't hide her fear and pursed her lips, whispering something.

"Am I dreaming, or did I get too high on marijuana last night? Why do I feel like I'm seeing Gavin telling me he's Odin?"

"Haha, you saw right, Dorothea, but forget my stupid talk about Odin, I'm just Gavin, nice to meet you."

Gavin laughed and walked forward, gently taking Dorothea's hand and shaking it up and down.

And Dorothea.

After she repeatedly confirmed that the person in front of her was not a hallucination—

She rolled her eyes and finally managed to faint.

Behind Gavin, watching how Gavin had made a woman faint with just two words, Eugene licked his lips and nudged Edward with his elbow.

Edward looked over, puzzled.

Eugene pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"I used to think that the stuff about those women fainting when they saw Michael Jackson was just fucking media hype!"

"And now?"

Edward immediately countered with a question, while Eugene rubbed his chin and said...

"Now? Now it's my turn to underestimate those women!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene turned to look at the three young high school girls.

Well, she's not exactly beautiful, but she's incredibly young, really young!

The girls' incredibly soft and supple skin made Eugene's eyes practically green with envy.

He suddenly realized that it wasn't impossible for him to have a steady girlfriend.

As long as his girlfriend looks as young as a high school student, he wouldn't dislike her.

Meanwhile, the two high school students, who were being watched by Eugene, went to Philip's side to shake Dorothy awake while looking at Gavin with unease.

Seeing this, Margaret angrily reached up to her face, avoiding the scars she had sustained a few days earlier, and wiped away her tears.

Then, she clapped her hands in annoyance and began to curse.

"You bunch of cute little bitches, stop showing off your stupid brains and do what you're supposed to do. Gavin's not going to run away!"

"Okay, okay!"

The two women quickly pulled the dizzy Dorothea away from the corridor and back to the room where they frantically washed clothes.

Although the nickel mine has washing machines, they are located in the building where the female workers and other workers live. The management housing, where they currently reside, does not have these amenities.

But they only connected the electricity to this small building, and Margaret didn't want to waste more fuel to connect the other buildings as well.

Therefore, they had no choice but to wash all the camp members' clothes by hand.

And Margaret—

Watching the girls leave, she walked up to Gavin with a disgruntled expression, pointed to her office, and said...

"Gavin, you must understand me. If we don't let those energetic girls do some handicrafts within their capabilities, who knows what kind of trouble these little brats who can't do farm work or heavy work will cause."

"So I assigned them all the chores, such as cleaning, cooking, and laundry. I couldn't let them eat free bread and milk all the time."

"Ignore them, let's talk in the office!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Margaret gestured to Gavin to invite her to leave.

The group immediately followed into the office, and Gavin, after observing the surroundings, naturally sat down in the rocking chair opposite the desk.

As Gavin sat down, Eugene and Edward stood on either side of him.

Their unwavering loyalty and the unnatural, fierce aura they exuded made Margaret drool with envy.

Trying hard to swallow her saliva, Margaret nervously said to Gavin.

"Well then—uh, I should reintroduce myself. I am Margaret, the head of the Cedar Park Survivor Camp. It's a pleasure to meet you, the leader of Camp Gavin, who, like a fire-bringer, passes on post-apocalyptic survival knowledge to countless households."

"May I know why you've come? I mean, is there anything that I and my guys can do to help you?"

'

At this point, Margaret looked at Gavin uneasily.

She was extremely conflicted. She was worried that Gavin was there to take them all away, but she was also worried that Gavin had no interest in any of them at all.

What worried her more was what Gavin and his group's attitude toward their camp was—whether they wanted to annex it, merge it, or simply demand supplies, meaning they wanted her to pay tribute to them, just like in the TV series.

Or perhaps Gavin, like Lucien, has his eye on the large group of little girls in his camp?

Thinking about this, Margaret suddenly felt like surrendering.

Honestly, just this morning when Lucien came to her camp and started yelling at her, she almost wanted to surrender.

She really didn't want to see more living people die right under her nose.

Because she had seen too many dead people!

As soon as Margaret finished speaking, Gavin frowned.

Gavin gleaned a great deal from just two sentences and the woman's tone, especially from Margaret's words that subtly placed her in a vulnerable position, proving that the woman was indeed somewhat passive.

So, Gavin casually crossed his legs.

Noticing Gavin's actions, Eugene, who knew Gavin well, suddenly grinned and said fiercely to Margaret.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you stupid woman? Do you think we're here to ask you for help?"

"Haha, I'm genuinely laughing. What can you possibly do to help us? How many of you are there? Our camp, under our leader's leadership, already has over a hundred people, and it's growing every day!"

"Are you looking down on us because there are only three of us? Why don't you look at our guns and ammunition, and the armored vehicles parked outside, you idiot!"

At this point, Eugene snorted dismissively.

Gavin glanced at Margaret without showing any emotion, and remained silent.

Actually, there weren't that many people at Gavin's camp, but why would Gavin interrupt Eugene's boasting? He wanted Eugene or Edward to put more pressure on the female leader who kept backing down.

Faced with someone as somewhat weak as Margaret, who else would we bully if not her? If we put her under pressure a bit more, we might just be able to create a happy ending for everyone!

And Margaret—

Faced with Eugene's harsh words, she was slightly taken aback, then looked at Gavin with a wronged expression.

Seeing that Gavin didn't speak up for her, Margaret narrowed her eyes helplessly.

I was so stupid. They were on the same side. How could I be so foolish as to expect them to uphold justice for me?

So, having at least a couple of business experiences, Margaret quickly figured out her situation, then leaned down and said to Gavin while supporting herself on the table.

"Boss Gavin, that's not what I meant. I just thought that if we could be of any help to you, we would be honored!"

"Haha, that's quite true. You fucking should be glad, because now you can look forward to seeing why we and the boss are here!"

Eugene laughed and picked up on Margaret's words, then simply took out a cigarette and lit it for Gavin.

At that moment, Gavin gave Eugene an appreciative smile.

He had always known that Eugene, despite his seemingly scoundrel and rogue nature, was actually the most suitable person in his camp to break away and become the leader on his own.

Eugene, Thomas, and Edward are definitely in the top three!

Eugene's style, in an era before the apocalypse where rules and order had already been defined by the upper echelons of power, was difficult for various social classes to accept.

But after the apocalypse, Eugene's style actually fits perfectly into the chaotic world of the post-apocalyptic world!

If it weren't for him, Eugene might have been able to build a decent doomsday camp with his brother William.

As for Margaret...

Listening to Eugene's teasing, she knew what she had to do, so she lowered her head and whispered to Gavin.

"Boss Gavin, in these days, I dare not hope for too much, but I would like to ask for your help, even if it is just a little bit."

"I suspect Philip and Nathan have already explained the situation at our camp to you. Our camp is facing a threat from others, and I hope that you, like His Majesty Odin, revered by the world, will uphold justice for me and my men!"

At this point, Margaret swallowed hard.

After stating the request, the next step is to state the return. So, what can you give Gavin in return?

Gavin may be short of nickel ore, but the plant still has some in stock.

Or perhaps fruits and vegetables? But we're severely lacking those things here ourselves.

Or rather, what else is there for me to look forward to?

woman!

Margaret closed her eyes in pain.

The most valuable resource he possesses is probably women, but in that case, he might as well just take the women and merge them into the Gavin camp!

Thinking about this, Margaret's heart began to waver slightly.

She was somewhat fascinated by the fact that there were hundreds of people at Camp Gavin!

Just by the number of people, she felt a strong sense of security, and security is what she loves most.

But—if we really have to leave, isn't the journey too dangerous?

Gavin and his group seem to have arrived in armored vehicles. Do they have any other armored vehicles?

If so, how should I decide?

Should we offer ourselves up now, or continue negotiating and wait for a better opportunity?

But if he doesn't say it now, will Gavin think that his group is a burden? Although the female resources he has are eye-catching, Gavin doesn't seem to be short of manpower. He has hundreds of people in his camp, doesn't he? How much effort does it take to feed hundreds of people?

Will he look down on his group?

At this moment, Gavin sat in the guest chair, silently watching Margaret's constantly shifting eyes.

Even Gavin could never have imagined that the woman in front of him would have so many thoughts running through her mind in an instant!

A man's mind can be heavy, but even with the heaviest thoughts, a man's logic often gets straight to the heart of the matter.

Gavin was like that; from the moment he decided to come here, he already considered both camps as his own!

So, seeing that Margaret had already stated her request, Gavin nodded gently and smiled warmly.

"Support justice? Is this what you want, Margaret?"

"Yes, sir, I just—I don't actually resent Lucien, he just has a different opinion from me, but I really don't want to be bothered by him and his gang anymore. It makes me very uneasy, I'm scared, Gavin!"

Margaret finally got Gavin to speak, and she spoke to him rapidly, as if grasping at a straw.

"I'm truly disturbed. Since the apocalypse, I've lost so many family members and friends, and more than one partner. If I could, I wouldn't want to see anyone else die in front of me!"

"So—Mr. Gavin—"

Margaret gritted her teeth.

"Please take us away from here, away from Cedar Park, away from Austin and Lucien's camp, as far away from them as possible!"

"I finally know what I want. I just want us to live peacefully. I don't need you to uphold justice anymore, and I don't want you to risk your life for us!"

"Besides, Lucien and the others are living people, among the few remaining survivors. I don't like them, but they're still much better than zombies, aren't they?"

"So please, Mr. Gavin, take us with you!"

"The farther the better!"