Chapter 41 - 38 : The Church
Not far from Wascom, where the team was located, was a small town called Greenwood.
This small town is close to Shreveport, but what is different from other small towns is that there are countless infected people in the town at this moment. At a glance, the terrifying number was shocking.
In a church in the center of the town, a dozen men and women with haggard faces walked or sat on the benches, staring blankly ahead with despair written all over their faces.
Food crumbs were scattered around them, and a few iron pipes placed in the corner were filled with human excrement. Even if something was covering them, they could not hide the stench emanating from them.
In another corner, far away from these people, there is a pair of father and daughter who are in a completely different state from those people. The father is in his forties, a strong man with a rough face and a body covered with strong muscles. He was observing the outside world through the window slit, his eyes full of faith.
The daughter was seventeen or eighteen years old, with brown hair and a pretty face. She was holding a shotgun and was paying close attention to the dozen or so decadent men and women opposite her.
This group of people are all survivors trapped in this church. Judging from the piles of food on the ground, it is roughly estimated that they have been trapped here for at least a month.
At this moment, a man with tattoos all over his body and a cockscomb head appeared. He sat up from the bench and glanced around aimlessly. When he looked at the father and daughter in the corner, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said sarcastically to the strong man:
"Wilfred, you've been watching for more than a month; haven't you given up yet? There are more and more infections outside. We can't go out, and no one will come to save us. I advise you that it would be better to give up early and enjoy it as much as we can."
After saying this, he looked at the pretty girl sitting on the ground, his eyes full of desire, and said with a bad smile, "Your daughter is still a baby; why not enjoy it before she leaves this world?" The pleasure of being a woman...ah! Damn, it!"
But before he could finish his words, the pretty girl he was staring at stood up directly, put down the shotgun in her hand, picked up a slingshot on the ground, and shot a stone at the cockscomb-headed man.