He said nothing more. After everyone calmed down, they walked towards the dozens of buses. However, they were already empty. It seemed that those people had looted them.
Since there was nothing, they didn't stay here any longer and headed towards the ramp leading to the highway.
But right on this short ramp, they found several snow packs and swept them up with their feet. As expected, there was a corpse inside. He was also shot in the back and died.
If this was the case, not everyone might find anything strange, but when they walked towards the road, the scene in front of them completely shocked them.
At the entrance and exit of the road, there were several blankets of snow piled up like hills, and there were even some corpses that had recently died. The snow covering them wasn't very thick, and when Brian looked down the road, he found that there were several clearly visible tire marks stretching to the east of the road, as if they had just left here not long ago.
Wilfred ran first, walked into the mountains of snow, and dug hard with his hands. Unsurprisingly, they were all filled with human corpses and they were all shot.
Now, even someone who is not very discerning would understand, looking at the scene in front of him and the tire tracks, that there was a group of people parked here on this ramp. They were waiting to ambush and eliminate anyone who tried to access the road. They probably possessed the vehicles in the convoy, either because they obtained them while fleeing or because they snatched them from other survivors. In any case, they weren't here long ago, but it's possible that the flare signal in the distance lured them away, driving them away with their vehicles.
Someone is hunting the survivors! And they were here just now!
Instantly, a cold sweat broke out from everyone's foreheads, and everyone was shocked on the spot.
If the flare signal hadn't been released, and if the bank wasn't too far away from here, they might have entered the ramp unknowingly, and at that moment they might all have turned into cold corpses on the ground.
"This is really troublesome!"
Brian bit his fingers, bent down, and looked at the tire tracks that stretched out, feeling a little confused.
He originally thought it was just an accidental robbery and murder, but he didn't expect it to turn into this situation. It was a madman who took the initiative to do such a thing!
Almost all the people could clearly see the scene of the departure of more than a dozen military trucks last night and the commotion. It was almost impossible not to guess that the flare signal was sent out by the military convoy, but even so, they still had the guts to go there, I'm afraid that the number of people would definitely not be small.
But what confuses Brian is that even if the number of people doubled, he doesn't think a few civilians armed with guns would dare to attack all the armed and well-trained soldiers.
At that moment, his mind remembered the intersection, the bodies lying on the ground, and the gunshot wounds in the back.
Could it be that they...?
As if thinking of something bad, Brian suddenly raised his head and shouted to the people around him, "We have to catch up with them quickly, these guys may want to disguise themselves and sneak into the assembly point, and then sneak into the army."
"What?"
When several people around him heard this, they didn't react for a while, but then they seemed to notice something, and their faces turned ugly.
"How dare they!"
Tracy is a soldier in this convoy, so she is also the one who cannot accept the fact that someone dares to take advantage of the army and sabotage her transfer to the quarantine area.
"Whatever happens, this news must be communicated to the army immediately!"
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, everyone didn't stay here anymore and walked forward with their feet on tire tracks.
Unlike other places where it was soft and difficult to walk, the snow here was all compacted by the weight of the car. Walking on it was no different from ordinary roads and could indeed speed up their progress.
The group of people trotted along the path formed by the tires, but little by little their pace slowed down and they all realized that they could not reach the car with their legs alone.
"Ha... ha... By the way, we can use the walkie-talkie!"
Brian took a light breath and remembered something and yelled at Tracy, who was walking in front, "Didn't you say the military would make a call on the public channel? You should be able to hear the call now, right?"
When Tracy, who was walking in front, heard this, she quickly pulled out the radio and began adjusting the channel.
This time there was no useless noise coming from the intercom. As the button continued to turn, a clear male voice came out of the intercom:
"I'm Harry, the commander of the convoy heading to the Atlanta Quarantine Zone. We are currently reorganizing the convoy at Sweetwater Creek State Park east of Douglasville. If you hear this news and are still willing to continue to the Atlanta Quarantine Zone, then please come, we will leave in two days."
"Sweetwater Creek State Park? Where is he? Does anyone know?"
Sylvia in the crowd was a little confused when she heard the strange name of this place, and quickly asked the people around her.
"Don't think too much, we just have to walk in the direction of the flare!" Brian frowned slightly when he heard Sylvia's inexplicable question, interrupted the other party, and then looked at Tracy and said, "Since the public channel is available, can we take the initiative to contact you?"
"I'll try!"
Tracy nodded, turned on the intercom on a dedicated channel that was familiar to her, put it to her mouth, and shouted, "Hey, can anyone hear me?"
"Sh~~Sh~~"
After trying several times, listening to the noise on the intercom, Tracy's expression was filled with reluctance. She turned around and slowly shook her head helplessly towards the people behind her.
Everyone seemed a little frustrated when they saw this, but there was no other way they couldn't use the walkie-talkie to communicate, they could only pick up the pace.
Seeing their appearance, Wilfred tried to persuade them: "Don't get depressed, we still have time. Even if they arrive first and want to attack the army, they won't do it easily without proper preparations."
Although obviously these were only words of comfort, they still gave everyone a glimmer of hope. During this period, Tracy had been trying to communicate via walkie-talkie, but no one responded.
In this way, everyone walked on tire tracks in the snow for almost an hour. When their legs hurt and they gasped, they finally saw Sweetwater Creek written on the side of the road and on the ramps in and out of the state park.
Sylvia, who had keen eyesight, saw the sign in the distance, raised her finger, pointed forward, and shouted excitedly, "Hey..."
But before she could continue, Wilfred covered her mouth and whispered to the people around her, "There's someone in front of us, please don't make a sound!"
As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately lowered their bodies and crouched down. Under Wilfred's leadership, they slowly advanced into the woods on the side of the road and looked ahead, hoping to find that supposed person.
As they approached, they discovered that there were several military trucks parked on the ramp in front, and around the vehicles patrolled seven or eight people carrying firearms and wearing soldiers' combat uniforms.
When they got some distance, they all stopped and stopped advancing. After all, this was not a forest with dense leaves, but a place filled with snow and bare tree trunks. It's easy to be spotted by people on the opposite side.
Sarah walked up to Brian step by step, looked at the people next to the truck, and asked with some uncertainty, "Are they... the bad ones?"
"I don't know, I can't be sure yet."
Brian watched intently at several people in military uniforms and couldn't pass judgment for a moment, and then turned his attention to Tracy. After all, she was the only soldier present.
"They're not our people!"
With her eyes fixed forward, Tracy's hand on the gun tightened tighter and tighter. Suddenly, thinking of the corpses on the ground, his eyes were like spitting fire, and he couldn't help but want to deal with these people.
"Calm down! Don't be impulsive!"
Wilfred finally saw what it means to have a short temper today. The situation here was not yet clear and the other party wants to rush to deal with the people.
"What we need most now is to go in first and notify the troops who are inside, instead of dealing with these people here and alerting the enemy!"
"Eh~"
Realizing that now is not the time to be impulsive, Tracy took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, nodded, and said quietly, "Okay, I heard you, so what are our plans now?"
After thinking silently for a moment, Wilfred pointed to the depths of the forest and said, "It's still a short distance from the park. If we go with you, it will definitely take a long time. Why don't you go alone? Not only is it faster, but you're already in the military and can contact the commander directly."
After hearing what the other party said, Tracy hesitated a little. He looked at the women and children around him and said with some concern, "Then what will you do?"
"Don't worry, we'll find a place to hide temporarily. After you contact the commander to deal with these people, come here to find us."
"That's fine."
Tracy thought for a while and realized that now was not the time to waste time. She looked deeply at the people around her and said, "I'll come pick you up as soon as possible!"
Then, before everyone's eyes, she lowered her figure and walked quickly into the depths of the forest alone. After jumping, he disappeared from everyone's sight.