rebuilding in walking dead

　　After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, Professor Amlin was still standing there, repeating himself in front of the screen, and he did not give up.

　　"Boss, are all the people inside dead?"

　　Moore scratched his chin and said speculatively:

　　"Could it be that some injured survivors also entered, then transformed into zombies and killed everyone inside?"

　　Leon frowned, he had the same guess in his mind, but if it was true, then he would suffer a great loss this time.

　　If such a high-profile action fails to achieve certain results, it is likely to reduce his prestige in the eyes of his employees.

　　Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel irritated and had a strong desire to destroy.

　　At this moment, a beeping sound came from inside the steel gate, and Professor Amu Lin shouted excitedly:

　　"It's open, it's open, the door is open!"

　　However, Leon sensed something was wrong. If the people in the shelter were all normal, why didn't they communicate in advance but open the door directly?

　　He pulled out the silenced pistol from his belt, pulled the emotional Professor Amlin to the back of the team, and shouted:

　　"Something is wrong. Everyone, pay attention and prepare for battle!"

　　Hearing the boss's warning, Glenn, T, Moore and others quickly put away the joy on their faces, holding a dagger in one hand and a silenced pistol in the other, and pointed them at the door of the shelter.

　　Drop! Drop! Drop! Drop!

　　The metal door began to slowly close to the right, revealing a gap. From the gap came a girl's scream of fear and struggle, a man's angry roar, and the roars of more densely packed zombies.

　　Leon walked to the gap and looked inside. In a spacious modern hall, hundreds of zombies were hunting a petite girl like a pack of wolves.

　　The girl was very agile, moving swiftly in the hall, avoiding the zombies' encirclement and shouting in fear.

　　In another corner of the hall, a burly man was fighting with zombies while holding a metal chair. He was waving the chair vigorously, shouting "sister", roaring loudly, and occasionally casting worried glances at the girl in the hall.

　　Behind the burly man, behind a wall made of glass, there were twenty or thirty young men who looked very haggard, holding all kinds of strange weapons in their hands, staring at the scene in the hall with anger, worry, fear, or self-blame, but no one had the courage to break through the barrier and join the battle.

　　After twenty or thirty seconds, the girl was gradually surrounded by a huge number of zombies in a small area. She could no longer move as she had done before and it seemed that she was about to be eaten by the zombies. Half a minute later, the metal door just opened a gap that was only big enough for a child to squeeze through.

　　Leon knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he raised his silenced pistol and, through the tiny gap, aimed at the zombies that were blocking the girl from returning to the metal gate. He quickly pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine in a few seconds.

　　Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

　　Such shooting had little accuracy at all. Only one zombie was hit in the head and fell down. The other bullets hit the zombies' bodies and could not cause any effective damage to them.

　　However, this kind of shooting can at least interfere with the zombies' actions.

　　Leon didn't care about all that. He didn't have time to change the magazine. He just raised his hand and snatched the silenced pistol from Glenn's hand, handed him his own, and started another round of shooting.

　　"Run towards the gate, stick close to the wall, and be careful of stray bullets."

　　Leon shouted to the girl, then emptied a magazine in a few seconds.

　　This time the bullet hit two zombies in the head.

　　Without hesitation, he took the pistol from T and continued to aim and shoot.

　　As the gap in the door became larger and larger, Leon's shooting accuracy became higher and higher. With this magazine, he directly killed four zombies and successfully opened a small gap in the zombie encirclement.

　　The girl seemed to see hope. She tried her best to break through the encirclement of zombies and ran towards Leon.

　　However, at the last moment to escape the encirclement, a strong zombie suddenly grabbed her arm, leaned over and bit her forearm.

　　The blood and the girl's screams made Leon frown. He immediately shot the zombie in the head and shouted to the girl whose face was full of pain and whose eyes had turned dim:

　　"Come to my side quickly, we still have a way to save you."

　　Hearing Leon's words, Peggy gritted her teeth, and a trace of desire for life flashed in her dim eyes. She covered her injured forearm, avoided the zombies that were still rushing towards her, and ran hard towards the man at the gate.

　　By the time she ran here, the door of the shelter was just open enough for one person to enter and exit. Before she could say anything, the tall and handsome man walked through the door, grabbed her injured arm tightly, and a knife flashed in his other hand.

　　Peggy felt a sudden chill in her forearm, followed by a sharp pain. She turned her head and saw that the arm that had been with her for more than 20 years had been cut off from below the elbow by the man.

　　Leon frowned slightly, put away the brand new dagger he had pulled out from Professor Amlin, and pulled off the professor's relatively clean white shirt, wrapped it around Peggy's bleeding broken arm, then pushed the satchel on his waist and the almost fainted girl onto the professor, and said:

　　"Amlin, she shouldn't be infected yet. I have painkillers and hemostatic bandages in my bag. Hurry up and help her heal the wound. Don't let her bleed to death."

　　After giving the order, Leon ignored the flustered professor and exited the corridor at the entrance of the shelter. He said to the team members around him:

　　"Get to work, brothers. Guard this passage and don't let the zombies rush out. They are very slow. Aim before shooting and don't waste bullets."

　　Everyone agreed to the order and gathered around Leon, and then divided the order of shooting according to his instructions.

　　Six people with six guns guarding a corridor were enough to form a rain of bullets. The enemy still advanced straight ahead. The zombies would not dodge. As the zombies continued to pour into the corridor, the slight sound of the silenced pistol rang out continuously.

　　Many zombies were killed by headshots and collapsed to the ground. Gradually, the corpses piled up in the corridor, posing an increasing obstacle to the movement of subsequent zombies.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　The zombies' movement speed was getting slower and slower, and the people's shooting skills were becoming more and more skilled.

　　Five minutes later, nearly 300 rounds of ammunition had been used up by Lyon and his men. In the tunnel, corpses were piled up and entangled with each other, filling the entire space.

　　The zombies were almost wiped out, and no one could move. The foul black blood flowed slowly and gathered into a shallow puddle.

　　Leon looked back at the girl whose arm he had broken. Her body was already wrapped in bandages, and her pretty face was pale from excessive blood loss.

　　The girl placed her right hand on her severed left arm, raised her head, and looked into Leon's eyes with her blurry brown eyes.

　　There were many emotions in Peggy's eyes, which were complicated and hard to describe. She pulled the corners of her mouth, revealing a bitter smile, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

　　"Thank you, sir, you saved my life."

　　Leon's expression remained unchanged. He nodded to the girl calmly and said:

　　"You're welcome, ma'am."

　　"Now that the zombies in the shelter have been cleared, can you please go find your companions and ask them to clean up the place?"

　　"Afterwards, we'll talk in detail about what's to come."

plz support me if you can

patreon.com/AZofficial

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/AZofficial

This fanfiction is 30-chapter ahead in my Patreon