PNB Chapter 133 Gunshots in the Woods (2)
Chapter 133 Gunshots in the Woods (2)
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Rick and his group ran wildly through the forest for a long time, their rapid breathing sounding particularly heavy.
They followed the sound of the bell to its source and finally came to an open space. The moment they emerged from the woods, they felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.
However, the scene before them was inexplicably eerie.
This is a cemetery hidden in the woods, with many tombstones standing quietly on the grass, and a white church in the very center of the cemetery.
That seemed to be the source of the bells, their destination.
"..."
Sean looked at the white building and frowned. "Something's not right. There's no spire, and no clock."
But Rick was already impatient, his hope burning like a raging fire, and he rushed towards the church without hesitation.
“Rick…”
Sean shouted and, seeing that he showed no sign of stopping, quickly chased after him.
"..."
Seeing this, the others could only follow and chase after the two, their hearts filled with trepidation.
Rick quickly ran all the way to the church, where he stopped abruptly outside the vermilion doors.
"..."
Rick looked serious. He drew his Python revolver from its holster and then gestured for Daryl and Sean to be quiet as they rushed over.
creak...
As the tightly closed red doors were slowly pushed open, they finally saw the interior of the church. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, illuminating the entire hall.
Looking along the central aisle of the hall, the first thing that catches the eye is the huge cross, with a statue of Jesus' crucifixion hanging on it, solemn and dignified.
On the wooden chairs lined up on both sides of the passage, three figures sat at varying intervals, seemingly people who had come to pray.
Startled by the sound of the door opening, the three figures turned around almost simultaneously, their movements stiff and mechanical.
Upon closer inspection, everyone's hearts sank; they saw three terrifying-looking zombies.
"..."
This result shattered everyone's high expectations, and disappointment washed over them like a tidal wave.
However, the three zombies were unable to comprehend their feelings. Upon seeing living people, they immediately sprang from their standby state and slowly rose from their seats...
"Heh...heh...heh..."
The three zombies, emitting low growls, staggered towards the door.
"..."
Rick put away his pistol and was about to draw his dagger when Lori promptly handed him her machete.
Rick took the machete and, without hesitation, led the way towards the farmer zombie in front of him.
Behind him, Sean and Daryl, each wielding a melee weapon, approached the other two walkers.
Click...
Rick swung his knife straight at the farmer zombie's forehead, then pulled it out forcefully, black blood splattering out...
The farmer zombie collapsed to the ground with a thud, but Rick, still seemingly unsatisfied, swung his machete and slashed at its corpse again and again.
Each strike was filled with boundless anger and resentment, as if it were an attempt to release all the pressure within its heart.
"..."
On the other side, Sean and Daryl each took down a walker.
This was their second time killing a zombie at close range, and their technique was still a bit rusty.
*Pfft... Pfft...*
The two men slashed at the zombie several times, blood splattering everywhere, until they were sure the corpse on the ground was no longer moving before they dared to stop their weapons.
"OMG......"
At the doorway, Constance couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene and quickly covered her mouth, afraid that she would vomit on the spot.
"..."
Lori and Carol held their children tightly in their arms, blocking their view so they wouldn't see the cruel scene.
Actually, it wasn't just two children; the almost cruel methods Rick and his two companions used to kill made the adults present feel uncomfortable, but no one spoke up to stop them, simply watching them vent their anger...
......
After a while, Sean finally snapped out of his bloodlust. He turned to Rick and reminded him again, "I told you, not this church. There are no spires here..."
Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump...
Just then, the familiar bells rang again, this time with crystal clarity, the sound clearly coming from the roof of the church.
"..."
Everyone instinctively looked up and stared blankly, but Daryl reacted quickly and rushed out of the church first.
He followed the sound and finally found the source of the bell.
Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump...
It turned out to be an electronic clock mounted on the outer wall of the church, with a loudspeaker extending all the way to the eaves of the church, which was ringing out recklessly, its loud chimes echoing in the empty cemetery.
"..."
Upon seeing this, Glenn rushed forward and pulled the wires off the electronic clock switch, stopping the chimes abruptly.
"It's an electronic clock, a timer..."
Daryl said.
"..."
Everyone remained silent. They had all seen what was happening, and for a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat somber.
How great is the expectation, how great is the disappointment.
"I need to go inside for a bit..."
Amy hurriedly left a message and then ran into the church.
Seeing this, Rick told everyone to go and rest.
They had been following the sound of the bell all the way here, and everyone was exhausted.
Everyone dispersed, but Andrea did not follow them into the church. Instead, she went to a shady corner and sat down.
At this moment, Amy clearly didn't want to be with her, and she was also angry with Amy herself, so the atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward.
......
Inside the church, Amy carefully avoided the mutilated corpses of the zombies that had been hacked to pieces in the passageway, each step taken with trepidation.
She mustered her courage and walked to the altar, then knelt down without hesitation, looking up at the statue of Jesus' crucifixion on the huge cross.
The statue of Jesus had its eyes lowered and its expression serene. Although it depicted a scene of suffering, it did not show any sign of pain.
There were only a few red marks, as if deliberately splattered on the bluish-gray statue, which looked particularly glaring, and it was hard to tell whether they were blood or paint...
"..."
Amy stared blankly at the statue for a long time, then clasped her hands tightly to her chest and began to pray devoutly:
“Father, I prayed for a safe departure from Atlanta, and you answered my prayer.”
I prayed that my parents, who were far away in Florida, were safe and sound...
"Now, I need to pray to you again, please, keep him safe..."
"Live safely, return safely..."
"Please, God."
“I would gladly take on his suffering myself, but please bless him.”
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