Doomsday America.

Chapter 300 Night Talk

"Nightmare?"

Hearing Gavin's words, Nikki paused slightly, then chuckled softly. She leaned closer to Gavin, ruffled his now medium-length hair, and said, "Darling, so you do have things you're afraid of?"

Faced with Nikita's question and feeling her gentle touch, Gavin looked intently at Nikita's gentle smile, staring closely into her eyes, and said confidently, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin grabbed Nikita's wrist, placed her hand on his chest, then turned over, reached for his watch, and glanced at the time. It was 2:40 AM, not yet 3 AM, but... a few more hours wouldn't make a difference; he could always catch up on sleep during the day.

That damned nightmare had completely ruined Gavin's sleep.

It's just that he's good at controlling his emotions. If it were any other lord with average emotional control, they would probably have already started seeking dream interpretation or advice. Gavin also wanted to immediately find the astronauts and talk to them about Nikita and the child's issues.

He was extremely eager to know whether his dream could possibly come true scientifically!

He longs for the knowledge that astronauts possess and the science that humanity has been exploring to this day to give him a reassuring answer.

But in the end, he didn't disturb the drunken astronauts. Instead, as he dressed and left the room, he told himself, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality!"

That's right, dreams are always the opposite of reality!

Gavin kept muttering his thoughts to himself until he bumped into William, who was on patrol.

William, holding a gun, walked out from the direction of the botanical garden on the first floor and happened to bump into Gavin, who had come into the lobby.

"Boss?"

William greeted him, then walked over to Gavin and pointed to the botanical garden behind him.

"You're up pretty early. I heard Corbyn say before he left that you'd be keeping vigil for Anne around three o'clock, but it's not three yet." "Hmm, a little while won't make a difference. And you, William, is there anything strange going on at the botanical garden?"

Gavin nodded to William, then exchanged pleasantries with him with mixed feelings.

Upon hearing this, William became slightly more serious and responded to Gavin.

"There are indeed people in the botanical garden, boss. I went to check after hearing some noises. It's two women crying together." "If I remember correctly, they were Margaret's former subordinates and friends, and also drug addicts who were sent to Horst's place to do hard labor today." "So, boss, although I don't think they would do anything to harm the camp because of Margaret's death, and I certainly don't think they would easily go to extremes in their current living conditions." "But their rehabilitation work must begin as soon as possible. The reason they can't sleep is probably not entirely because they miss Margaret; they're more likely suffering from drug addiction." At this point, William shook his head unhappily. He despised drug addicts from the bottom of his heart.

Smoking marijuana is one thing; after all, very few states in the US ban it. In America, it's like nutmeg—it has a terrible reputation, but few people take it too seriously. But the key issue is that the guys at Camp Margaret have done much more than just marijuana.

Don't forget, when Lone Ranger Philip passed through Cedar Park camp, he took a lot of Margaret's men ice skating with him. So, those drug addicts among them are practically out of control of their addictions by now!

Gavin, of course, understood what William meant, so he rubbed his head, sat down on the sofa, and said to William thoughtfully.

"For drug rehabilitation, you'll need to compile a list of addicts and categorize their rehabilitation efforts based on the depth of their drug involvement." "If possible, even one more person involved in the camp's logistics would speed up construction." "Our current method for dealing with addiction is simply to lock them up and starve them, using their hunger and will to survive to overwhelm their dependence on drugs." "While this method is effective, it will be truly problematic once they re-explore drugs."

"So, William, you still need to keep an eye on the drug problem inside the camp. Here's what we'll do: have a team of three to five people in the internal affairs department." "From today onwards, you won't need to participate in patrolling the entire farm every day. Instead, focus your efforts on screening for drugs and arresting drug users." As he said this, Gavin lay back on the sofa, opened his eyes and looked at the dim ceiling.

Gavin continued, gazing at the shadow that was making him increasingly clear-headed.

"If we can hold out for this period, we can completely control the drug situation in the camp within the next six months to a year." "A year from now, we probably won't have to worry about these things anymore."

"After all, in a post-apocalyptic world, there aren't many Breaking Bad masters left to continue producing those mind-blowing contraptions on a large scale." "As for marijuana, without dedicated cultivation and training, even if it grows wild in certain areas, we might never come across it." "Of the guys in this camp, how many have ever seen wild marijuana that hasn't been rolled into a cigarette?"

"Therefore, the longer time goes by, the more likely people are to completely forget about them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin finally felt a sense of relief.

The problem of grass growing at the campsite has indeed brought considerable pressure to the management work and also posed a significant hidden danger to the campsite.

But regardless, time was on the camp's side. As time passed, everything left over from before the apocalypse would eventually slowly disappear, whether good or disgusting stuff like drugs. William agreed with Gavin's assessment, so he nodded and whispered to Gavin:

"I understand, boss, but could I pick someone else from the field crew as well, like Jonathan?"

"Of course, he might prefer fieldwork, so I'll just use his dog; I need a drug-sniffing dog."

"I happen to have a little bit of rock sugar left. I disposed of most of the rock sugar you asked me to keep, leaving only a small amount, about the size of a fingernail, which is just enough to train the drug-sniffing dog." "If we can train a qualified drug-sniffing dog, then with the current number of people in our camp, one dog can easily check everyone!" As soon as he finished speaking, William looked at Gavin expectantly.

Gavin nodded and said.

"Do as you say, William. I trust you, and I trust Jonathan's ability to raise dogs."

At this point, Gavin turned to look at the corner of the hall.

Corbyn had long since left Mrs. Anne's coffin; now Jonathan, the chief cowboy of Ranch 6666, was guarding it. Gavin stood up and patted William on the shoulder one last time.

"Jonathan's there, I'll go talk to him about training the drug-sniffing dogs. You go ahead with your work, we'll start arranging the drug enforcement work after you rest tomorrow morning." "Okay, boss, I'm going back to patrol."

After William answered, he immediately got up and walked toward the guard post on the second floor.

Gavin then went to Jonathan's side and sat down in the chair next to him.

Even while keeping vigil, Jonathan still had his three dogs with him. He held a bag of smoked jerky in his hand, occasionally tearing off a piece of beef and tossing it near his dogs, watching them fiercely scramble for it. When Gavin arrived, Jonathan looked up, shook the jerky in his hand at Gavin, and smiled.

"Boss, do you want some jerky?"

"Oh? You fucking want to feed me too?"

Gavin cursed irritably, while simultaneously catching the jerky Jonathan tossed to him.

Jonathan laughed and clapped his hands in response.

"Stop messing around, boss, you know I meant feeding the dog."

"Believe me, feeding dogs is a very interesting thing in itself, because no matter how cowardly and repressed a person is in real life, they can find a real sense of dominance and control as the owner when feeding their dog!" After saying this, Jonathan looked at his dog gently.

A gentle expression appeared on his thin, fierce face—a rather incongruous sight, but Gavin knew that Jonathan was gradually revealing his true self precisely because he had adapted to camp life and his management. Wasn't that a good thing?

So Gavin tore off a piece of jerky and threw it into the middle of the pack of dogs.

However, although the dogs' eyes were itching to eat when Gavin offered them food, they didn't move an inch.

Instead, they all turned to look at Jonathan, silently asking him questions.

Seeing this, Jonathan laughed even harder, and said with a loud laugh.

"Look, boss, this is the joy of being in control. Even if everyone else obeys you, my dog ​​will still obey me first, and that's exactly the joy of raising and training a dog." As soon as he finished speaking, Jonathan waved his right hand.

Without him giving a command, his dog lunged at the jerky, frantically scrambling for the small pieces of meat.

Jonathan laughed even harder, and as he laughed, he tossed Gavin a cigar.

Without tobacco and cigars, how unbearable would the nights be, especially in a post-apocalyptic world where there are hardly any games or TV shows to kill time? Gavin took the cigar, drew his dagger, cut it, and slowly lit it.

He exhaled the smoke from the cigar, savoring its aroma with his tongue.

Gavin, with a cigar in his mouth, asked in a muffled tone.

"It's really nice to have something you enjoy doing. You have a life that's enviable, Jonathan."

"Really? Boss? So you don't have any hobbies?"

Jonathan stopped laughing and asked Gavin.

In response to Jonathan's question, Gavin chuckled and spread his hands.

"Of course I have a hobby, I love playing rugby, but we obviously don't have enough people to form two evenly matched rugby teams." "To build at least two decent rugby teams, we need at least a hundred strong fieldmen, and they must be well-trained and disciplined so that we can have a good time!" Gavin said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

That's the charm of rugby, because it's a game that emphasizes tactics and strict discipline.

While this game doesn't exclude the expression of individual heroism, it also boasts numerous spectacular moments.

But the true outcome of this game is always determined by the team's overall fighting spirit and training level.

Therefore, when you have a qualified football team, you undoubtedly have an excellent army. They are well-trained, physically strong, highly motivated, disciplined, and united. And this is one of Gavin's primary goals at present.

On one hand, he needed to strengthen the camp's field operations force and improve the quality of field operators to cope with the inevitable increase in survivor activity in the future. Ordinary field operators, while able to avoid crisis by relying on experience and caution in dealing with zombies, could still manage to survive.

But when they encounter other survivors, they need to be more cautious, astute, and decisive in their approach.

As time goes by, most of the survivors who are still alive in the world today have probably banded together.

Even a fool could guess that Gavin knew they would find one way of life after another suitable for their team, stubbornly continuing on in the corners of the apocalypse. It was obvious that once the survivors truly formed teams and found a new direction in life, recruiting them wouldn't be as easy as before. In fact, recruiting the Cedar Park and Granite Beach camps was far more difficult for Gavin than annexing Ranch 6666. If it weren't for the Voodoo Cult attack that made Lucien truly realize the dangers of the apocalypse.

Lucien might not even join Gavin's camp.

In short, whatever the survivors who will be encountered in the future may think.

Gavin's attitude towards them was always primarily one of annexation and assimilation.

Because Gavin firmly believed that only in his hands could a larger population be utilized more effectively and better!

Therefore, it is likely that violence will be inevitable in future camps.

As time goes on, and as wave after wave of survivors fully adapt to the perilous apocalypse, their struggles will far surpass the mundane, half-hearted battles seen in the Voodoo camp. In fact, even the Voodoo Cult has a professional sniper; danger is ever-present, and Gavin has no right to underestimate any survivors who remain isolated. In short, strengthening oneself is always the first priority in the apocalypse.

Jonathan watched Gavin silently deep in thought.

Jonathan was silent for a moment, then gently shook his head and said:

"Boss, you don't want a team, you want an army, right?"

"That's right, guys. I need you guys to become more professional and better at protecting yourselves and dealing with danger. Only then can I feel a little more at ease," Gavin replied casually. Jonathan nodded, then looked up at the second floor and said:

"Edward and Eugene are both quite professional. You'll have the army you want, but... actually, we care more about that farmland and your children, sir." "After all, one is food, the foundation of life, and the other is the key to the continuation of humanity."

"Wow, I can't wait to welcome the camp's little prince, or perhaps little princess?"

"Anyway, I'll prepare a beautiful puppy for her, so the puppy can grow up with him and protect him well." "It's just a pity Annie won't see that scene. Oh, poor Annie, she didn't even know you were pregnant until she left." "Otherwise, that poor old lady would have held on for a few more months, at least until your child was born, before she could truly close her eyes." "Annie left too soon, it's such a pity, alas..."

Jonathan sighed and shook his head, then glanced at Anne in the coffin again.

Jonathan, who joined 6666 Ranch later in life and is now part of Wagner Ranch, is very grateful to Mrs. Anne.

After all, although he had never earned the title of chief cowboy, Anne had given him ample respect, and Ranch 6666, because of Anne's attitude as the head of the ranch, also showed him considerable respect. If it weren't for the apocalypse, Jonathan firmly believed that he would eventually become Anne's chief cowboy.

After all, he never thought Corbyn could compete with him.

And Gavin.

Listening to Jonathan's words, he also glanced at old lady Anne and then spoke.

"Perhaps, Jonathan, but whether you saw my child or not doesn't change the fact that she left peacefully and happily." "I think that in the apocalypse, even though most people say they pursue a wonderful life, what most people really want is what Annie already had... the peace of death." After saying this, Gavin was silent for a long time, then skipped Annie's question and turned to talk about training drug-sniffing dogs.

Jonathan was confident about this, after all, his dogs were excellent hunting dogs, and turning hunting dogs into professional hunting dogs only required a little training. Time passed gradually as the two discussed, and soon the sun rose, announcing the start of a new day.

Before breakfast, Gavin gathered all the men together and began the cremation and burial of Anne.