The two leaned against the head of the bed, snuggling up to each other.
After breaking through that barrier, they finally surrendered themselves completely to each other.
Waldo suddenly took out a handgun from his backpack and handed it to Alanna.
Let's consider this handgun as our token of commitment! With the increasing number of zombies, your crossbow seems to be struggling. Holding a handgun can elevate your survival skills to another level.
Instead of taking it, Alanna pushed it into Waldo's embrace and shook her head, refusing to accept it.
If I take the handgun, then what about you? You are our main source of firepower, and the handgun would be more useful in your hands.
Waldo kissed Alanna's forehead and handed her the handgun again, affectionately saying, "Silly girl, take a closer look. This handgun isn't my P92."
Alanna took the handgun and examined it carefully.
Indeed, there were some differences compared to the P92 Waldo usually used.
Waldo continued, "This handgun is just like my P92, both using 9mm bullets. I found it on the trading platform yesterday, and I planned to give it to you these days. It's perfect timing now."
The current trading platform has started to trade firearms and ammunition, including grenades and incendiary bombs.
Compared to the exorbitant prices at the beginning, they have somewhat decreased.
However, the prices are still very high.
Ordinary survivors can't acquire much; having a few Molotov cocktails is considered wealthy.
But for Waldo, this is not a problem.
With an abundance of infinite resources, he doesn't have to worry about food and water.
What he lacks is a large quantity of combat supplies.
After all, Alanna has been using a crossbow.
While it is effective against survivors, its effectiveness against zombies is minimal unless it's a close-range headshot.
Waldo has also noticed that as time goes by and survivors level up, the variety of resources they possess increases, and the zombies become stronger.
As Alanna's teammate, it is necessary for Waldo to prepare a firearm for her.
At least for now, handguns can still be considered divine weapons.
After listening to this explanation, Alanna finally accepted the handgun and put it in her backpack, happily hugging Waldo and saying, "Thank you, Waldo."
Waldo had just sent thousands of 9mm bullets to Alanna to ensure she wouldn't run out of ammunition.
Being embraced by Alanna suddenly, he felt a bit overwhelmed and his mind began to wander.
Words alone won't suffice; you have to show it through actions.
After receiving the gun, Alanna needs to practice her marksmanship.
Unlike the crossbow she previously learned, handguns have some recoil, so she needs to adapt and control it.
Waldo took Alanna to a small forest in a car.
It wasn't far from the villa area, so there weren't many zombies around, making it an ideal place for target practice.
Waldo took out a homemade target doll, tied it to a stick, and planted it ten meters away.
After setting up the target, he walked over to Alanna.
"Alanna, let's start with a ten-meter target. Once you get used to it, we can increase the distance. Since you have experience with the crossbow, it shouldn't be too difficult to adapt."
Alanna loaded the ammunition and nodded.
"No problem, watch me."
Waldo guided Alanna on the proper grip and stance, and then let her shoot.
At first, Alanna, who was new to firearms, couldn't hit the desired spot.
But as she became more proficient, learned to control the recoil, and utilized her accuracy developed from using
the crossbow, Alanna quickly improved.
Bang!
Bang!
Two shots hit the bullseye!Waldo applauded from the side.
Alanna's accuracy at thirty meters was already quite good.
The next step was moving targets in real combat.
"Alanna, you're doing great. Your talent is even better than mine. Practice more with moving targets, and when the time comes, we'll be an unstoppable duo, charging into the heart of the zombie horde."
Alanna pouted.
"I don't want to be called an unstoppable duo, that sounds like the nickname of a villain."
Waldo laughed, "Sure, we'll come up with a catchy nickname in the future."
Afterward, Waldo continued to help Alanna practice with moving targets.
Once Alanna mastered the skills of using firearms, the moving targets posed no significant challenge for her, and she quickly excelled.
Russ has been feeling quite pleased lately.
In this desolate post-apocalyptic world, he managed to contact his former subordinate, Ged.
At the moment, he was planning to call Ged over to be his assistant.
Russ had never been comfortable with his arrival in this zombie-infested world.
After all, he used to come from a wealthy background, accustomed to having everything handed to him on a silver platter, with countless women fawning over him.
But after coming to this world, he couldn't establish a power base like Don did and live a comfortable life.
Instead, he had to endure sleeping rough and struggling to find enough to eat.
Fortunately, within two days, he encountered Helen, the campus beauty whom he had long desired during his college days.
Since they already knew each other, they naturally became teammates.
During this process, Russ naturally developed ulterior motives and set his sights on Helen.
However, she proved to be a tough nut to crack, never allowing him to get close.
But after establishing contact with Waldo and engaging in occasional chats and purchasing supplies, Helen would always have a radiant smile on her face.
It was evident that Helen was genuinely happy.
Russ felt a sense of imbalance.
Why?
Why have I never seen you smile so happily when you're around me?
But when you chat with Waldo, you smile like a woman in love?
Why is it that Waldo, this poor loser, can dominate the post-apocalyptic world and become a legend among the community of survivors?
Why?!