Doomsday America.

Chapter 299 Gavin's Nightmare

Although today's camp seems to have dealt with a full thirty people at once.

It seems that about 20% of the population in the camp is experiencing problems.

In reality, thanks to Thomas's adjustments, the progress of various tasks at the camp was not delayed too much.

After all, apart from the eight or nine people locked in the basement, the entire camp was only short thirteen or fourteen laborers.

Of these thirteen or fourteen people, more than half were field agents, and losing one or two field teams wouldn't cause any immediate changes. The only lucky ones were the guys who originally worked with Horst; they were supposed to have their own punishment periods to endure, but now, the replacement of the drug addicts had actually freed them. Of course, Horst himself had already finished his punishment period, since Gavin had only initially punished him with a month.

However, the camp always needed cleaning, and Horst's training results never met the standards for fieldwork.

Initially, Horst's training showed some progress, but as Eugene and Edward began large-scale training with both field and office staff, Horst began to fall behind. After all, his pre-apocalyptic reclusive nature was affecting him; even with his recent efforts, he couldn't catch up to firefighters like Alto or police officers like William anytime soon. In any case, today's riot didn't delay the camp's work, which Gavin was very pleased about.

Around 1:30 PM, watching the men get to work, most of the field crew began military training, with only a small number venturing out, Gavin, who had just woken up from a nap on the sofa, sat up and waved to Martin as he walked out of the manor.

"Martin, go and come back soon."

"No problem, boss, it's all for human civilization!"

Martin smiled and waved to Gavin, then left with Wang Ling and Barn, whose face was scarred by the Holy Fire Cult.

The three of them will continue to track the trail of the unknown helicopter.

In any case, field exploration work has never been fixed; whatever is discovered is brought back.

Therefore, even though Martin's trio kept tracking the elusive helicopter, they would still occasionally hunt animals or bring back fuel and small commodities during the pursuit. And Gavin...

After seeing Martin off, he left the hall and went back to his bedroom to spend time with Nikita.

American women don't really have the traditional maternity leave or postpartum period. Most women, especially those with higher status and more power, prefer to work while pregnant. Of course, many women with glamorous, busy, and high-paying jobs tend to get pregnant much later, or even choose to be childless to ensure their jobs aren't taken by other beach babes. In short, Nikita didn't feel she needed any rest, but Gavin still cared about her deeply and couldn't bear to see his wife busy with her unborn child. So, even though Nikita didn't want any special treatment, Gavin still took the afternoon to take her for a walk around the estate, go fishing, and even go hunting to deal with two zombies that had wandered out of the forest and drifted to the riverbank.

Scattered zombies occasionally appear in the vicinity; some are bloodseekers, but most are ordinary hunters.

Gavin's approach to lone zombies was to eliminate them with all his might. Everyone in the camp, whether on guard duty or working in the fields, was required to either shoot a lone zombie on the spot or report it to the camp's internal and external staff for a chase.

In short, every zombie that appeared within sight was treated as a bloodsucker by the camp.

There's no such thing as "better to kill the wrong person than let one go." After all, they're all zombies, so how could there be such a thing as killing the wrong one?

And just like that, the afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.

After dinner, Gavin led his team to work out, and then they returned to the lobby together.

From a distance, he saw Corbin Bonnet sitting on a stool in front of old lady Anne's coffin, quietly drinking a bottle of beer. Seeing this, Gavin paused slightly, then waved to Eugene and the others surrounding him.

"You all go and rest, I'll go and talk to Corbyn."

"Alright, boss, let's go back to our room."

Eugene nodded to Gavin, then strode away from him and went to Adriana, who was cleaning at the edge of the hall. *Snap!*

After a loud slap, Eugene grinned mischievously, waving his right hand that had just slapped Adriana, and teased her, "Yo, tsk tsk, isn't this our Hygiene Queen Adriana~"

"Fuck you! Eugene the Red-haired Scoundrel!"

Adriana was already in a bad mood. Just before that morning, she had been a highly regarded field operator in the camp, and the leading female field operator at that. Although her status wasn't prestigious, it was enough to command respect, and she enjoyed that carefree lifestyle.

But now, she has to put on the Gavin family's maid uniform and start cleaning with a vacuum cleaner!

Even this damn maid outfit isn't sexy at all. This kind of work is utterly boring, and it leaves her feeling all dusty and weary. She's almost driven mad with frustration! And yet, even at this point, Eugene still dares to harass her!

Eugene, that bastard, can't he read the room? Can't he just get lost when he's upset?

Seeing Eugene grinning mischievously, Adriana suddenly raised the vacuum cleaner in her hand and slammed it down between Eugene's legs. "Haha... Gah... Ah!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Eugene was curled up on the ground, clutching his basket in pain, struggling like a shrimp.

Seeing Eugene in such a state, Lao Feng and the others burst into laughter without restraint.

Their cheerful laughter drew a look of displeasure from Corbyn, who was silently grieving Anne's departure in the distance.

Just as Gavin approached Corbyn, he noticed that Corbyn's lips twitched slightly, and he uttered a word in a low voice.

Seeing this, Gavin strode over to Corbin, then sat down on the empty stool next to him, pointing to the seven or eight empty beer bottles on the ground. "Corbin, you seem to really enjoy beer."

"Huh? Boss? You're here."

Sensing Gavin approaching, Corbyn hurriedly tried to get up, but Gavin pressed his shoulder down, keeping him seated, and continued speaking to Corbyn. "Yeah, I came to see Annie one last time, and you too, buddy."

As he spoke, Gavin's gaze lingered on Anne's open coffin, observing her kind expression.

Although the camp did not have professional morticians, the job of a mortician, apart from the skills required for stitching up the body to restore its shape and applying makeup to the deceased, mainly requires meticulousness.

Even without an embalmer, there were still plenty of meticulous people at the camp. Susan, usually a lazy and shrewish woman, showed extraordinary care in Anne's passing. Gavin didn't know Susan's past, but her treatment of the body was exceptionally refined. She applied elegant makeup to Anne, making the old lady appear as if she remained in the world, radiating kindness even in death. Gavin, looking at the old lady's kind face, spoke to Corbin.

"Having some beer is not bad, at least it won't make you completely drunk. Don't forget, tonight you still have to bid farewell to Annie's soul, so that her soul won't be lost and won't be possessed by the devil." The practice of keeping a body at rest is a tradition in Texas, especially in a large family like 6666 Ranch with a long history.

In any case, Corbyn has to stay with Anne tonight, and if he gets drunk, it will be seen as an ominous sign.

In response to Gavin's reminder, Corbyn took a deep breath, then exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol, and spoke.

"I know, boss, and Jonathan and the others will take turns with me. We'll stay up all night."

"Um."

Gavin nodded, then continued speaking.

"I'll get up at three o'clock tonight to keep Annie company."

"Okay, boss, thank you so much. Annie will be very touched if she knew."

Corbyn quickly expressed his gratitude and did not refuse in the slightest.

After all, the people keeping vigil are usually the deceased's friends, children, and relatives.

Gavin was also Anne's friend, and it was before the end of the world.

Gavin noticed that Corbyn thanked him, but there was still dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Gavin picked up a bottle of beer, clinked it with Corbyn's, and continued speaking.

"As for Eugene and his gang of bastards, don't overthink it, buddy. After all, no one has the right to demand that the whole world grieve for their departure, not even me." "I know, boss, I know."

Hearing Gavin's words, Corbyn quickly shook his head and began to explain.

"I'm not blaming them, God, I'm just... just a little annoyed. After all, I only have Anne left as my last family member, while they still have each other. That makes me jealous!" Corbyn said, taking another swig of beer in frustration.

After a moment of silence, Gavin shook his head and said to Corbyn.

"How many relatives does Eugene have left?"

"What about Adriana? How many relatives does she have?"

"How many complete families can we find in our camp?"

"So, Corbyn, the pain you are feeling right now, we have all felt it ourselves."

"When everyone is shrouded in their own inner pain, what right do we have to demand that they not be able to maintain their own happiness while we are in pain?" After saying this, Gavin patted Corbin on the shoulder, sat with the guy for a while longer, and then left the hall to return to his bedroom.

When he returned to the room, Nikita was taking a shower, so Gavin immediately took off his clothes and joined her, helping her exfoliate. Seeing Gavin arrive, she immediately reached out and wrapped her arms around her waist, gently stroking her lower abdomen.

Nikita leaned her back against Gavin's stomach and chest, and spoke with a strange expression.

"Honey, I'm a little jealous of the little life inside me. In the past, the first thing you did was kiss my lips instead of warming my belly." Nikita felt a little strange as she said this.

She has a youthful mindset; she still feels like a child.

As a result, much of the love she received was quickly taken away by the little life growing inside her!

This feeling was strange and involuntary, making Nikita feel a slight pang of jealousy, and she couldn't help but worry that Gavin might only be interested in her, perhaps even anticipating the arrival of her unborn child. So, Nikita turned away unhappily, wrapped her arms around Gavin's back, tilted her head back to face the gentle cascading water, and looked into his eyes, saying, "No favoritism, sir. It's fine if you care about your child, but you can't neglect my share!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nikita pursed her lips slightly, closed her eyes, and leaned closer to Gavin.

Gavin nodded with amusement, then leaned down and bit Nikita's lips.

After exchanging bodily fluids for a long time, Gavin and Nikita finished their daily classes and returned to bed.

Nikita gently tapped her tummy with her fingertips as she spoke to Gavin.

"Sir, do you think the little one in my belly will be a boy or a girl? And which do you prefer, a boy or a girl?"

"What it is doesn't matter, what matters is that it's our achievement, darling."

Gavin comforted Nikita with a word, then couldn't help but stroke Nikita's belly again.

Having lived two lives, this is Gavin's first time having his own child, and the feeling is... indescribable!

Gavin was in an indescribably good mood!

After chatting about the baby for a long time, the two, though somewhat eager, refrained from their usual sexual activity, only taking a brief, tentative stroll before falling asleep peacefully. Gavin vaguely felt his eyelids twitch; he was sitting outside the delivery room, anxiously awaiting the birth of his child, while Nikita's painful screams echoed in his ears! The sound made him clench his fists in tension.

Beside him, his mother smiled, grabbed his arm, and whispered something.

"Don't worry, child. The Kim family's children never cause their mother any trouble. When I gave birth to you, you were incredibly well-behaved. My grandson won't cause his mother any trouble either!" "Clearly, she's a granddaughter, dear. I prefer granddaughters, and Gavin prefers daughters too!"

Dad chimed in from the side, which made Mom glare at him with displeasure, probably because Mom preferred her grandson.

However, his parents' words couldn't ease Gavin's tension, and amidst this tension, he received comfort from many others. "Boss, it's nothing, Nikita is perfectly healthy, both mother and child are safe!" It was Eugene's voice.

"Boss, don't worry. Although Old Bert has only delivered babies for cattle and horses, my wife helps out. My wife has never done delivery work, but at least she's been delivered. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right?" This was Old Feng's voice. "Boss, congratulations! Our camp, or rather our settlement, or even our country, is about to welcome our little master. I will train him to be an excellent sage, and even more so, a qualified king!" This was Thomas's voice.

Numerous voices echoed in Gavin's ears, but they did not lessen his tension in the slightest; instead, they made him even more agitated. So he rubbed his hair hard and roared at the voices coming from all directions.

"Stop arguing, let me have some peace and quiet, I can barely hear Nikita!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent. The sudden change made Gavin look up uncomfortably, gazing blankly at the emptiness around him. In the distance, Nikita's screams could be faintly heard.

Wait... a scream?

No, that's not right. The sound didn't sound like an ordinary scream of pain. Instead, it sounded rather shrill and desperate!

For some reason, Gavin suddenly roared and then ran forward uncontrollably.

He didn't know where he was running to, but he didn't stop running; instead, he ran wildly all the way.

How long had it been since he had breathed so heavily? But even though he was incredibly exhausted, he continued to speed up, his expression growing increasingly panicked! He realized that his weary breathing was actually drowning out Nikita's screams!

It wasn't that his breathing was too loud.

Instead, Nikita's screams disappeared!

After letting out a frantic roar, Gavin staggered and felt as if he had suddenly rushed into the delivery room.

As he entered the delivery room, he saw Xiao Cao standing before him, her face filled with terror, her hands covered in blood, her lips trembling as she looked at him and said, "Boss... Madam, she..."

"Shut up! Stop talking!"

Gavin instinctively stopped Xiao Cao from speaking, then stumbled towards Nikita and threw himself at her bedside.

The bed was covered in flowing blood and gruesome discharge, and Nikita was now frantically waving her arms amidst the blood and discharge, emitting grunting zombie howls as she cried out, "No! How... how could this happen!"

Gavin fell to the ground in a panic, frantically crawling backward on all fours.

Before him, the blood flowing across the hospital bed poured down, cascading like a waterfall and engulfing Gavin. Gavin struggled desperately in the blood, trying to adjust his posture, desperately trying to break free of the water to alleviate his suffocating despair. But just as he desperately sought the surface...

Just as he was struggling to rise from the depths of a sea of ​​despair and blood.

What he saw was not simply blood, but a filthy, horrifying, convulsing, wrinkled, and utterly hideous little face! "Gavin!"

Gavin vaguely heard old Bert's voice.

"Your wife gave birth to a zombie baby. I'm sorry, Gavin, I can't save them!"

"No! How could this be! Impossible! This is impossible!!!"

Gavin went completely insane, but even so, his body gradually weakened, and he finally collapsed at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood.

Lying on the icy, bone-chilling seabed, Gavin looked up in despair.

In his eyes, the zombie child was screaming and lunging at him...

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Suddenly, Gavin sprang up from the bed, startling Nikita with his appearance.

Nikita instinctively covered her stomach and shouted to Gavin.

"What's wrong, darling? You had a nightmare? That's really rare!"

As she spoke, Nikita turned on the bedside lamp and looked at Gavin with concern.

Looking at Nikita's rosy complexion, Gavin breathed heavily twice, then finally nodded.

"Hmm... I had a... chalky dream."

"You go back to sleep, Nikki. I... I'll go keep Annie company for a while and keep vigil for her."