rebuilding in walking dead

　　Glory Avenue, commercial street.

　　Lyon sat in a blue-gray Ford Mondeo sedan and lit himself a cigar.

　　After coming into this world, he has almost become addicted to cigars. The cigars have a mellow taste and charming aroma. Just one sip can make people happy physically and mentally, and give them a sense of transcendent pleasure.

　　Before Leon set off, Daryl came over again and said softly:

　　"Boss, let me do this."

　　"If More knew that I allowed you to do such a dangerous thing, he would laugh at me for a whole month."

　　Leon stared at Daniel's face for a while. This young man was about the same age as him, but under his dull and fierce face, there was a sincere heart. He patted Daryl on the shoulder and said sincerely:

　　"Next time, Daryl, you're not ready yet. When you're truly adapted to this world, I'll rely on you more."

　　Daryl was silent for a few seconds, looked into Leon's eyes, nodded, and said:

　　"I've made note of that, boss. Please let me go next time."

　　The blue-gray Ford sedan drove into the commercial street under the gaze of everyone.

　　Driving on the Avenue of Glory, Lyon observed and carefully avoided obstacles on the road.

　　The shops here are uniformly decorated in a refined and simple style, with transparent glass doors and windows, bright-colored walls and floors, and brightly painted signs, which are very much in line with the preferences of contemporary young people.

　　There are cafes, milk tea shops, KFC, department stores, Apple mobile phone life centers and a wide variety of stores.

　　There were many young zombies in suits and bright clothes wandering on the road.

　　I guess before the disaster, this was a very prosperous commercial center popular among young people.

　　There must be a lot of good stuff, Leon thought, and soon drove the car to No. 108.

　　Arriving at the designated location, he quickly turned the car around and knocked away two zombies that were trying to surround him.

　　With my right hand, I turned up the volume of the car's music player to the maximum and switched it to external speaker mode.

　　He had selected this car in advance. It has the function of playing music, just like the speakers used by the square dance aunties.

　　A classic rock song by the Rolling Stones, "Paint It, Black", suddenly exploded in the street.

　　I see a red door and I want it painted black

　　I see a red door and I wish it was painted black

　　No colors anymore, I want them to turn black

　　There is no color anymore, I want them to be black

　　. . . . .

　　The loud sound of music immediately woke up all the zombies nearby. They raised their ugly and hideous rotten faces, swayed their bodies, and swayed towards the blue-gray Ford.

　　Leon did not speed up. He maintained a low-gear gliding gear, stopping and speeding up from time to time, luring the zombies to follow him slowly forward.

　　The horn was honked from time to time, and soon, a large black group of corpses formed behind the blue-gray Ford.

　　Lyon took them past the interstate highway intersection, past the gas station, past the Walmart department store, and past No. 168 Glory Avenue.

　　Ten minutes later, the Ford had driven three or four kilometers, and fifty meters behind the car, a huge group of nearly a thousand zombies had formed. They were baring their fangs and claws, roaring wildly, and jostling each other, almost filling the entire street.

　　Lyon drove and observed at the same time, adjusted the direction of the car, took out a pre-prepared stone from the passenger seat, and gently pressed it on the accelerator.

　　He opened the car door, rolled over and ran out of the car.

　　The driverless vehicle continued to move forward slowly, carrying the horde of corpses with it, and it was unknown where it would stop.

　　This is a trick I learned from Old Moore in the TV series.

　　He didn't dare to stop. After getting out of the car, he immediately rushed into a house with an open door.

　　As soon as he entered the door, two roars were heard from the living room of the house. Two zombies in home clothes discovered him.

　　Without thinking, Leon took out the silenced pistol from his waist.

　　Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

　　As he moved, he fired four or five bullets at the zombies' heads, blasting them to the ground.

　　Leon quickly arrived at the back half of the house and discovered sadly that the house had no back door, so he couldn't open the door and leave.

　　Fortunately, they were using sliding windows with large glass panels. Without having time to think, Leon unbolted the window, bent over, and climbed out of the window.

　　Finally, I was completely out of the zombies' sight.

　　Leon breathed a sigh of relief. He avoided the possible route of the zombies and walked towards the Avenue of Glory from another street.

　　The distance is three or four kilometers, and you have to walk forward, avoiding the harassment of zombies and staying away from large groups of zombies.

　　After hiding, fighting and killing for nearly an hour, Lyon finally returned to the vicinity of No. 168 Glory Avenue.

　　Lyon experienced firsthand that it was indeed very dangerous for an ordinary person to survive in such a world.

　　After traveling such a long distance, even a guy like him who possessed unique abilities and whose physical fitness was close to that of an ordinary person felt exhausted, and his clothes were covered with blood and flesh.

　　He found that the road had been blocked by a red heavy truck. A dozen zombies were surrounding the iron shell of the truck, scratching and hitting it randomly, but unable to hurt it at all.

　　It seems that Glenn and others have completed their mission.

　　Leon thought about it and decided to be safe and not attack the zombies head-on. The truck was more than 4 meters high and it was difficult to climb over without tools.

　　After running for more than an hour, he finally returned to the Glory Avenue commercial street from the intersection of the interstate highway.

　　Entering the street, Daryl and others' battle is not over yet.

　　Daryl, Glenn, and T were all wearing protective police explosion-proof suits and holding half-meter-long machetes in their hands. They formed a simple mutual protection formation, cooperated with each other, advanced and retreated, and were fighting with seven or eight zombies.

　　There were dozens of zombie corpses scattered on the pavement of the commercial street, obviously the results of their battles.

　　As he approached their position in silence, Leon attacked from the side. He took out a silenced pistol, emptied a magazine, and helped them end the battle.

　　The battle was over, and Daryl, Glenn, and T all breathed a sigh of relief.

　　Glenn was an outgoing person. He shook his arms, which were numb from exerting too much force. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Leon, who was covered in blood, with admiration. He said:

　　"That's amazing, boss. You just used a car to lure away hundreds of zombies."

　　"Perhaps, we can also use this method to lure away all the zombies in the city."

　　Leon took out a few cigars from his back pocket, threw them to everyone, lit one for himself, shook his head lightly, and said:

　　"It's not that simple, Glenn."

　　"Zombies are attracted by sound and tend to form a cluster effect, and will be led away by the sound."

　　"But at the same time, as long as we make some slightly louder noises, they will be attracted back one after another."

　　"Atlanta's local population is over 500,000. Add in the residents in the surrounding areas and the floating population in the city, and the number of zombies in the city center is estimated to be over one million."

　　"If we fail to kill these zombies and choose to lure them away, they will linger around us."

　　"One day, we will be surrounded and killed here by millions of zombies."

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