Wales observed the city of Cole through satellite positioning and soon found a vehicle suitable to take them to a safe city. There were not many zombies nearby, and it depended on luck whether the car could start. Frye saw the street on the screen and recognized it as near his previous workplace, so he volunteered to lead the team members to go there by a small path. After leaving the cabin, several people found that Frye's face was haggard. Obviously, he was very weak because he had been hiding in the cabin for a month, but in order to take Marty to a safe city, Frye was not afraid of anything.
The others stayed at Fry's house. Mike's arm was injured. Although it didn't affect anything, he was not needed at this time, so Mike half-lying on the sofa to rest. Wales connected the computer to the satellite, observed the scene in the town, and told several people which road was safer. The fluorescence of his computer screen was also the brightest thing in the room. Charlie was checking his equipment. Everyone had something to do, only Parker had nothing to do. Seeing Marty sitting alone next to him, he went to chat with her.
"You and your husband are so loving."
Marty was a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly, "He is like a big kid, and he always treats me like a kid."
Parker didn't understand such cheesy love words and nodded in agreement, but didn't take them to heart at all. Marty asked him again, "Your friend is injured, is he okay?" She was referring to Mike with a bandage on his arm. "Oh, him, of course he's fine, he just fell down. Look, he's as strong as a bull, he doesn't look like anything would happen to him," Parker said and then saw Mike move. He was so scared that he immediately shut up, but Mike still closed his eyes to rest. But Parker didn't dare to say any more gossip.
"Will my husband, Fry, come back safely?" Marty asked anxiously.
Parker was about to speak when he heard gunshots from his wireless headset. It was undoubtedly Cole and his team that encountered zombies in the suburbs that were not attracted by the explosion. However, after a few gunshots, Cole's report was heard. It was a close call. Parker was startled by the gunshots in the wireless headset and said dully: "Of course, don't worry, ma'am, my friends are all like Superman." Then Parker reacted and said sincerely and proudly: "Didn't you see how they killed the zombies? They just poked a hole in the zombie's head with one knife...Ms. Marty?"
Marty frowned and said, "That's a bit gross."
"Zombies are disgusting too, what can we do?" Parker shrugged.
Marty accepted his statement, and then asked: "Those monsters are zombies. What are zombies?"
Parker was not sure either, and said vaguely: "Who knows? Anyway, it's a word similar to monster."
Marty nodded and silently crossed herself, asking God to bring her husband and the members of the rescue team back safely.
"Good news, these cars are still drivable. We're going to drive back. Get ready and set off as soon as the cars arrive." Cole's voice came from the wireless headset. Wales then told the people in the room to get ready. Several members of the rescue team immediately became nervous, put on their combat bags and picked up machine guns.
"What's this for?" Marty was shocked.
"We're leaving, ma'am," Parker said to her, raising his voice. "To a safe place."
All the canned biscuits in Fry and Marty's homes were taken away. After all, more food is a good thing for a five-day journey.
Cole and his men drove back three trucks. The sound of the trucks' starting attracted some zombies from afar, so in order to leave the trucks as soon as possible, they started the trucks after returning to the cabin. The people in the cabin hurried out and got on the trucks. Parker helped Marty get on the trucks. The survivors, Marty and Fry, sat in the co-pilot seats of the two trucks respectively. Mike was injured, so Parker asked him to sit in the co-pilot seat of another car. Looking back, he saw Mike drawing an arrow on the door of the cabin with a red marker, and he added a few more strokes to make the arrow more obvious.
"What are you doing? Come here quickly, the zombies are behind you," Parker glanced at the swaying figures at the other end of the street and urged him.
"Suwan might come looking, and when she sees this arrow, she'll know we're heading to a nearby city where troops are stationed," Mike walked, looking back to see if his arrow was obvious enough.
Parker shrugged and didn't comment. But he felt that Suwan might not survive, so how could he come here and see this arrow? Facing zombies alone, what's the difference between that and death?
"Hurry up and get in the car," Parker pointed to the passenger seat. Mike ignored him and jumped into the back of the car, holding his gun. "Hey, I told you to sit here," Parker urged him. Mike didn't even bother to look at him. He raised his gun and fired at an approaching zombie. "You sit down by yourself. I can protect everyone here. You can't even hold a gun. Don't fall out of the car again."
Parker knew that he was talking about what happened when he was on the oil barrel, and his face turned red with anger. Colem in the driving seat urged him unhappily: "Get in the car quickly, don't waste my time!" So Parker weakly sat in the passenger seat.
Cole, Angela, and Wales were driving the cars, and the remaining three were in the rear carriage to protect the vehicles from approaching zombies. The three trains started moving quickly and headed west.
"Miss Angela," Marty, who was sitting next to Angela, asked with concern, "Is your partner really going to be okay? Mr. Parker said that you are all very capable people, so nothing should happen to her, right?" Marty felt very guilty because the rescue team lost a member while saving himself and Fry.
"She is my best friend," Angela said, looking at the truck driven by Coleham in front of her, her eyes red. "I believe she will be fine."
Perhaps because Marty is not a member of the rescue team, Angela doesn't have to pretend to be indifferent and can be a little sentimental like an ordinary person.
Just a little while is enough.
Wales' voice soon came from the wireless headset: "We need to take a detour. There are a lot of zombies ahead and the car can't drive through."
The team drove a truck to escort the two survivors out of Cole. With Wales watching the road ahead through satellite, they could always avoid some dangers. As for whether there were other survivors in Cole, the rescue team had no hope. After all, according to Frye, all the survivors had left the city. If there were other survivors, why didn't they call for help after hearing the broadcast? Not everyone is as lucky as Frye and Marty. Now that the survivors have left Cole with Frye and Marty, Cole has completely become a dead city.
It was originally planned that it would take five days to drive to the safe city in the west. However, this was the best expectation. In fact, it was much more difficult. The two survivors did not have the physical fitness to rescue the team, and it was impossible for them to travel all day and all night. Even if they wanted to, the oil in the truck was not enough for them to drive for five days. So they would try their best to find some usable remaining oil in some abandoned vehicles they encountered on the highway. Even with such efforts, the last three trucks still had to abandon one car in order to reduce the use of oil. In the end, the car was really out of oil and could not start. They were still two days away from the safe city. If the original two-day drive was replaced by walking, the speed would be more than ten times slower. It was impossible to estimate the time it would take to reach the safe city. The only thing to be thankful for was that the team members took all the food from Frye's house and saved some money. These foods were probably enough to support them to reach the safe city.
At night, several people lit a small fire in the woods. In order not to attract the attention of zombies or wild animals, the fire was very small. It was not for heating, but just to boil some water. The night in the forest was still very cold. The members of the rescue team didn't feel anything. Marty, who was not in good health, was shivering with cold. Fry took off his coat and put it on her. They leaned against a tree trunk and whispered in her ear: "We will be safe soon. We will be safe if we go west. Don't worry. We thought the rescue team would not come, but they came to save us. You are right. We must always keep hope."
Marty was holding a can of hot water in her hands to warm her hands. After hearing what Fry said, she smiled and nodded. Fry reached out to touch her dirty face and kissed her cheek gently: "Don't worry."
Angela was holding the machine gun, quietly watching Fry and Marty snuggling together. Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind her, and she felt something heavy, a piece of clothing draped over her. Angela tilted her head and saw Parker standing behind her with a compressed biscuit in his mouth and asked her, "Are you cold?"
Angela was sitting on a rock, she tilted her head to look at Parker, and suddenly she felt that the timid Parker was quite majestic. She was stunned by the idea and stood up suddenly, with her clothes falling on the rock. Angela didn't care at all, and said to Parker angrily, "Take care of yourself!" Then she picked up her combat bag and left.
Parker bit off the compressed biscuit in his mouth absentmindedly, scratched his neck in confusion as he looked at Angela's back without any reluctance. He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong? Wasn't it...wasn't it Angela who took the initiative to kiss him? Suddenly thinking of that kiss, Parker was a little distracted again. As he was daydreaming, Wales who passed by bumped his shoulder hard. Parker curled up in pain, but Wales was so tall that Parker didn't dare to complain when he saw him. Instead, Wales complained: "Get out of the way."
Parker picked up the coat that fell on the stone and hid aside. Even if he was slow, he could sense that the other members of the group were very hostile to him, and it all started with Angela's kiss. Could it be... Could it be that the others all liked Angela, so they were jealous of him?! Parker was frightened by his own association.
Angela carried a combat bag on her back, slung her assault rifle over her shoulder, then climbed up a thick tree and sat on the trunk to guard. The forest at night was frighteningly quiet. Sometimes, two shrill screams would suddenly come from far away. It was unknown whether it was the screams of wild animals or zombies. The fire had been trampled out, so the forest became even darker, colder and more mysterious. Angela held a dry leaf in her mouth. She held the gun and looked aimlessly at the dark forest. In the dark night, she suddenly felt that the whole world had become nothingness and she was the only one left in the world. Even though she knew that other team members were hiding in the trees like her to guard, Angela was still scared. She didn't know if she was the only one who felt this way, but she was very uneasy at this time and had to hold the gun tightly to feel at ease. Angela opened her eyes wide and stared at the depths of the forest in a daze without any sleepiness.
This was the third day that Suwan had no contact with them.