rebuilding in walking dead

Outside the Virginia base, members of the Stinger team, who shared two military trucks, were also discussing their ideas.

President Leon attached great importance to this mission. He not only equipped them with enough purified fuel for the round trip, but also equipped them with some new weapons.

As a team leader who has completed several missions in the radiation zone, Jesus was also sent here to team up with Captain Michonne, who is brave and has strong combat power, to carry out this mission together.

With the help of military trucks, although the roads were damaged, monsters in the wild were dense, and there were many errors in the past maps, the journey was still very smooth.

However, they are all elite soldiers who have carried out many missions, but every time they approach a desolate place like the radiation zone, they feel inexplicably desolate in their hearts.

After arriving at the destination, Jesus leaned against the truck, checked his guns, looked up at the stronghold in front of him that was transformed from a shopping mall, and asked:

"Captain Michonne, I heard that these strongholds were originally selected by you, the veteran members of the Stinger Squad, and built little by little by organizing the survivors. Is that true?"

Michonne, who was resting with her eyes closed and arms folded, opened her eyes, looked at Jesus and said:

"Yes, the base in front of you was built by two retired team members, and this plan was first proposed by His Excellency the President."

"We are just following orders."

"There was an old hunter in the Virginia stronghold who had a well-trained hunting dog."

Jill, Chris and other new recruits who joined the Stinger Squad did not feel any pride when listening to the conversation between the old team members, because they knew that this was just modesty between the captains.

After some operations, Jill's guess was indeed correct. Although it was not certain whether the transport team members were alive, according to the smell analysis of the hounds, at least their bodies had been moved away.

"If these victims didn't all die, but were taken away by them."

Perhaps, this is the reason why the members of the transport team were unaware of the accident and were attacked by the monster.

But at this moment, Sam, who was also a macho man with more developed muscles than brains, chuckled, raised his eyebrows at Jill with some pride, and then said to Captain Michonne:

"Captain, I guessed yesterday that something like this might happen, and I happened to ask Mr. Albert about it."

"We are not familiar with the environment here."

A bald middle-aged man walked in the middle of the team, pointed to a dilapidated town in front of him, and said:

"Mr. Albert specially arranged for us to seal off the place in order to protect the scene from being destroyed."

Fortunately, the journey was relatively smooth and they didn't have to worry for too long. After eliminating some strange mutant monsters, they came to a dilapidated building similar to an apartment.

The rest of them continued to investigate in this area to see if they could find any other clues.

Based on the hounds' reactions, the transport team members were brought here.

Although they have not yet entered the core area of ​​the radiation zone and have not entered the place directly destroyed by the nuclear explosion, this is also a place that few survivors have visited. Even in the Human Rights Alliance, they do not have much information recorded.

"But now, nearly a week has passed. I wonder if you can still find any clues."

Unfortunately, the spider silk spit out by these mutant spiders is made of unknown material. Although it is very strong at the beginning, it has a very short shelf life. Within a week, it will rot and become soft, and has no use value.

Jill was also a little distressed. If she was near the base, she would have other ways to do this. For example, some equipment invented by the Scientific Research Department had such capabilities.

The expression on Albert's face unconsciously became more enthusiastic. He pulled the curious little Emma and walked in front of the team members and said:

"Welcome, Captain Jesus, Captain Michonne."

Although they are somewhat inferior to those professional soldiers in terms of combat skills, they are far superior to ordinary survivors in terms of courage and will.

Not only did they bring out many delicacies that they usually wouldn't eat, but some cute children also performed some shows for them under the organization of the teachers, making everyone laugh.

As residents of the base, everyone is familiar with each other, and he is willing to help those team members who may be missing.

"You must be very tired after traveling such a long distance. Please come to our base to rest for a while."

"Mr. Jesus, Ms. Michonne, the battle is just ahead."

Michonne crossed her arms and frowned as she said:

They simply sent Jill and Sam to drive back to the base, bring back the hound, and take away the missing person's belongings.

However, after nearly ten hours of busy work, it was already approaching dusk in the afternoon. Covered by radiation clouds in the sky, although it was not pitch black, people's vision was severely limited.

Jesus and others were not stingy either. They took out some specialty foods from the main base from the supplies they brought and distributed them to everyone. One of them was a box of specially made high-proof corn vodka, which received praise from all the drunkards.

.........

"Welcome to our base."

Jesus touched his chin. As a professional, he was good at tracking traces. He was once a famous lone ranger in the doomsday. However, the incident happened more than a week ago. Those traces that could be tracked had basically been covered up by other traces and could no longer be tracked.

"Only the President would choose us."

Jesus frowned and observed for a while, then turned around to look at Michonne and O'Neill who seemed to be checking carefully but were actually just fooling around, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is said that the number of plunderers who died at the hands of the Stinger Squad members exceeded one thousand. As for monsters like zombies, the number was countless. Every veteran of the Stinger Squad had killed hundreds or thousands of people.

The transported goods had been taken away by the residents of the stronghold, and all that remained at the crime scene were some damaged carriages, traces of fighting, and dried black blood on the ground.

The next morning, watched by Albert and some residents, Jesus and others also embarked on a journey into the radiation zone.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Zab. When we reach our destination, do you need me to send a team to escort you back to the base?"

Jesus shook his head. He had also witnessed the fighting power of two veteran team members including Rick Sean.

As a base for technical support of the Human Alliance, life in Virginia is pretty good.

But now, no one was prepared in advance, nor did they expect such a situation to happen.

There is still a lot of space between the remaining ruins, and the chaotic environment is very suitable for monsters to hide.

Jesus patted Zack's shoulder and said nothing more to comfort the man. For the survivors today, separation of life and death has long become the norm, and everyone has gradually adapted to this feeling.

"I was originally a member of the transport team and often traveled along this route. I happened to be injured during this transport mission and did not participate."

"I know they are most likely dead, but if we can recover their bodies or belongings, it will be my last effort for them."

"It happens to be evening, and we need to get some information from you."

The three old team members pretended to observe these clues on the ground and discussed in a low voice. After more than ten minutes, when they saw the expressions of enlightenment on the faces of the young team members, they coughed lightly and asked in a pretentious manner:

Albert touched Emma's head and said with a smile:

The lively atmosphere of the banquet also diluted some of the sadness of losing their loved ones.

This is an ordinary crossroads in a small town. The surrounding area is full of ruins of buildings destroyed by the shock wave of the nuclear explosion. The view is not wide and you cannot see too far.

The bald man named Zabu shook his head, looked at the blocked scene not far away with silent eyes, and said:

"No need to bother you, Mr. Jesus."

That night, although the residents were depressed because of the casualties in the transport team, under the organization of the stronghold commander Albert, they still warmly welcomed Jesus, Michonne and others and held a large-scale welcome dinner for them.

"After all, even monsters that mutated from plants and animals generally won't eat the entire body. Even mutated scavengers will mostly leave part of the skeleton behind."

In an era when most survivors could not make ends meet, fine wine had become one of the few enjoyments for ordinary people.

Chris, a tall and strong young player, nodded in agreement and said:

"Yes, Captain, I have read almost all the monster encyclopedias and information in the organization."

"Even if we know it's a new type of monster, what should we do next?"

Unlike those students who have studied investigation and reasoning in military academies, veteran team members like Jesus, Michonne, O'Neal, etc. are all ordinary people who changed their careers halfway through.

Looking at Jesus' thoughtful expression, Michonne did not take credit for it, but said modestly:

Fortunately, things went very smoothly afterwards. A few hours later, Jill and Sam not only brought back several hounds, but even the old hunter Mr. Rose from the stronghold came along.

"We have some special delicacies here, which are not often seen in the main base. It's a good opportunity for everyone to taste them."

"Unless a new monster appears, there won't be a situation where there are no bodies at all."

"I think that either not all members of the transport team died, and some of them were captured alive."

After Zack, the guide, left, Jesus, Michonne and others began to observe the scene where the incident occurred.

As the most elite force in the Human League, the Stinger Squad has always been a legendary team with a mission completion rate close to 100%.

The other team members also thought this situation was very unusual. After discussing it for a while, they all came to the conclusion that this situation must have been caused by the appearance of a new type of monster.

"Hey, they used to be my best friends."

"We can just go back to the base, find the belongings of these missing people, and then let the hounds lead us to them based on the scent."

"Or, these team members were ambushed by the monsters before they could react, or even lost their combat effectiveness before they could even resist."

Michonne and the others followed Jill's instructions and observed carefully, and found that it was indeed as she said, there were too few signs of resistance and too little blood.

Moreover, in the radiation zone, they also found a mutant creature that could be cultivated, a mutant land spider that they named the yellow sand spider.

"Also, there aren't as many traces of blood and battle here as one might imagine."

He didn't expect that the organization would send out its most elite Stinger Squad for this investigation.

Not only does he have his own greenhouse plantation, he also has a small farm. Although the food reserves are not abundant, his daily life is much happier than that of the survivors outside.

After all, if no clues were found and everyone went back, the impact would not be good.

.........

"In fact, it's not that we are so capable, it's just that we all became infected by accident, which allows us to avoid many accidents and effectively deal with most zombies."

With the help of the old hunter and the hound, relying on scent tracking and under the protection of the Stinger Squad members, they continued to go deeper into the radiation zone and gradually entered the depths of the radiation zone.

While they were chatting, the door of the stronghold was opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties with a wrinkled face appeared in front of everyone with a cute little girl.

Jesus nodded, and while vigilantly observing the environment in the town, he said to the bald man:

Looking at the ten warriors in front of him wearing iconic armor, Albert showed a slightly excited smile on his face.

When they grow up, they can grow to the size of a washbasin and feed on mutant moles and other small animals. Although their silk-spinning ability has been enhanced, their fangs have lost their toxicity and have now become pure biting tools.

Facing such an enthusiastic Albert, Jesus and Michonne looked at each other, then looked at the sky which was about to darken, and finally nodded and said:

"Thank you very much, Mr. Albert."

"Jill, Chris, Sam, what did you find?"

O'Neal, the big guy who was in the same team with Michonne, also scratched his head and said with a silly smile:

"Yes, in the beginning we were all rookies, and we couldn't even use many weapons properly. We couldn't compare with the top graduates from the military academy now."

Although they also took time to study in school for a period of time, due to their age and qualifications, they can no longer compare with the new generation of soldiers in terms of these professional knowledge.

Although everyone was a little surprised that Sam, who was usually taciturn, actually had such an idea, they were also very surprised to receive this good news.

Almost all middle-level managers are aware of the strong strength of this force. They are a professional team directly under the command of His Excellency the President and are responsible for solving various problems for His Excellency the President.

Jill, the little girl, didn't have the complicated thoughts of the old-timers. She frowned, touched her chin with one hand, and said doubtfully:

"Captain Jesus, the scene is very strange. According to what Mr. Albert said, there are a total of 25 people in this transport team. Even if they are not as strong as us, it is impossible that they cannot kill a single monster and there are no monster corpses left at the scene."

Albert nodded, and while calling on the team members to drive the truck into the base, he said:

"No problem. We've been here for a long time, so we can tell you some local precautions."

But the mission had reached this point and it was impossible for everyone to retreat, after a brief discussion.

Under the leadership of the two captains, they did not send out drones or other gadgets to alert the enemy, but instead equipped themselves with their own high-powered weapons and prepared for a frontal attack, not giving the enemy any time to prepare.

After all, sometimes hesitation leads to defeat.

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