"What do we do now?"
After Tracy left, Anna rubbed her arms together to relieve the cold from her body, looked at her father and asked.
Wilfred looked in the direction of the ramp and then looked around, looking for a place where he could temporarily hide and observe the direction of the ramp.
"Look, is he the voyeur of that day?" At this moment, Allan in the back suddenly looked surprised and pointed to a young man with a cockcomb-shaped head who had just gotten off the truck.
"Why isn't this guy dead yet?"
As soon as she saw this young man with a cockscomb head, Anna's face suddenly showed a very displeased expression, and turned her head to the side. I wasn't really willing to look at him more than a glance.
Brian looked at the other person's familiar expression. I knew who that person was without having to guess. After taking a closer look, it turned out to be the man named Ogden.
Since being transferred to another car that day, this young man with a crest has not appeared next to Anna. It seems that he has given up on the idea of the girl.
But Brian didn't think that the other party would give up so easily, so he kept the other party in his mind. Although I wouldn't pay special attention to it, I would always pay some attention if I saw it at all.
He had seen the other party walking along with many survivors who had escaped Greenwood more than once, talking and laughing, and it seemed that he wanted to win over these people and form a group led by him.
But reality is often not a script. Although Ogden considered himself the leader of these dozen people, it was only because these people were trapped in the church and felt there was no hope of escape, so they followed him. Now that they've come out, how can he let this clown become the leader?
Soon Ogden was beaten by one of the strong men, and then the young man with his hair was thrown out. The group he had finally established was banned by the men.
After that, there was no news about this person. Shortly after, the scene occurred at the entrance of the hospital and the convoy was also dispersed by the infected.
If the hairstyle of the guy sneaking peek at hadn't been so flashy, Brian might have forgotten about it long ago. Unexpectedly, not only did he survive the infected attack, but he also appeared to be part of these predators.
"Boom boom boom——!"
Just as some people were focusing all their attention on Ogden, the unique roar of motorcycles suddenly came from the road behind them.
Hearing this sound, everyone turned their heads and saw two motorcycles appear before their eyes, speeding up the tire tracks from which they came and passing them quickly.
There were two people on each of the two motorcycles. When they saw the military truck at the intersection in front of them, they all shouted excitedly, desperately waved to the hunters in military uniforms in front of them, and then stopped at the intersection.
When the hunters heard the noise, they noticed the two motorcycles driving from a distance, and a cruel smile appeared on their lips subconsciously, but they quickly stopped and stood up, pretending to be a normal soldier.
After the motorcycle pulled up in front of them, they showed no intention of taking hasty action and instead asked one of them to come over and ask.
After the motorcycle stopped, all the people on the motorcycle got out and took off their helmets. There were three men and one woman in total. One of the men stepped forward after getting off and met the hunter walking towards them. The conversation began.
"Father, what should we do now? Are we going to help them?"
Anna looked at the four people who suddenly appeared in front of her and saw them talking to those disguised as soldiers. He slowly approached his father and asked in a low voice.
"Let's take a look for now..."
As he watched the unfolding situation, Wilfred's eyes reflected some confusion. Was his intention not to get involved and simply leave them to their fate? He could not afford that luxury. If those rifles in the hands of those people started firing, they would all be shot down in an instant. And to make matters worse, his main fighting force, Tracy, was no longer present.
But he still wanted to figure out how these hunters disguised as soldiers on the ramp would deal with the survivors they intercepted.
Brian looked imperceptibly at Wilfred, expressing no opinion.
After a while, the hunter in military uniform and the man who came out first seemed to have finished speaking. The man waved to his companion behind him and then followed the hunter into the depths of the ramp.
The four people walked forward without noticing anything unusual about the soldiers around them or the excited looks they were thrown.
When they stopped at a place similar to an inspection door, the four people were arrested. Then the few people removed the backpacks behind them and put them in a box next to them, apparently to check the items they were supposed to carry.
At the same time, behind them, two predators that seemed to be patrolling slowly moved behind them, but in order not to attract their attention, the speed of movement was not very fast.
A hunter who was inside the inspection door came out, looked at the two people approaching, then walked to the hood of the car, opened the backpacks and pretended to look for the items inside, delaying the time.
The people around the truck also focused all their attention on the four people. They vaguely raised the muzzles of their weapons, but their faces were full of indifference and they didn't take these people seriously.
Brian and the others who were not far away felt their throats bristle as they looked at the three men and one woman who were vaguely surrounded.
But those people didn't know anything, they just stared at the person searching their backpacks, as if they were afraid that their things would be taken away, and they didn't realize that a crisis was coming to them.
When the two patrolling hunters approached some distance, the survivors finally noticed something unusual around them and suddenly turned their heads and looked around.
"Do it!"
At this moment, not only did someone suddenly shout, but the hunters who had been prepared stopped pretending and rushed towards their respective targets.
Of course, the few survivors also heard this sudden scream, and the alarm bells in their heads suddenly rang loudly. They unconsciously reached for the guns in their waistbands, but before they could act, the people around them brutally beat them and threw them to the ground.
Only one of the young African-Americans, when he realized something was wrong, didn't grab the gun immediately, but rolled forward and narrowly avoided the sneak attack of the person running toward him.
He seemed to have received some training. When he rolled on the ground, he easily took the pistol from his waistband and shot the person who wanted to sneak at him.
"Bang!"
Seeing the man lying on the ground bleeding, the young black man ignored him and raised his hand to shoot the hunter who was pressing the woman again.
The bullet hit hard in the arm of the hunter who was about to subdue the woman below. The man screamed, fell in pain, hugged her arm, and howled miserably on the ground.
The people around them were stunned. Not long ago they were just ordinary survivors and only joined a few days ago.
The survivors they encountered earlier were usually captured without any help after being sneakily attacked. There was no room for resistance and there was no need to use the rifles in their hands.
This has also caused many people to become extremely relaxed, thinking that all survivors are fish in the pit, so they only raise their rifles in vain, and many people don't even put the safety on, they just pretend.
But it's not that anyone reacted. Just as the young black man was about to continue shooting, someone finally took the initiative and raised the rifle, and was about to shoot in a hurry.
"Let's go!"
Seeing this, the young African-American immediately turned his gun and shot wildly at the hunters who were planning to shoot, covering his companions.
When the woman saw that the person on top of her was knocked down, a fierce look flashed in her eyes and kicked the other person on top of her companion in the face.
The man's attention was originally focused on the man below him. After hearing the shot, he looked to the side. Unexpectedly, he saw a shoe print in front of him. He just felt a buzzing sound in his head and fell faintly unconscious.
Then they quickly got up and picked up the man, knowing that they did not have time to save another comrade, they ran to the checkpoint without thinking, where there was a car that could serve as cover.
As the two of them moved, the young black man was also steadily backing away. He looked at the comrade who was asking for help and there was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but soon he no longer hesitated and put the rest. With the gun in his hand, after firing all the bullets, he turned around and walked through the inspection door.
But at that moment a sudden change occurred!
The moment the young African-American turned around, a young man with a rooster's comb suddenly stood up near him, showed a fierce smile, and shot the African-American man in the back.
"Bang!"
When the shots rang out, the young African-American's body suddenly froze. He felt the excruciating pain coming from behind. His body softened and he fell heavily into the snow. Large amounts of blood continued to flow behind him.
The woman heard the shot, turned her head and saw this scene. His eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief, "Miles!"