Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Chapter 304 Exclusive Mission: Regret (Darryl-1)

Dreams are strange things.

Some scientists believe that dreams may be a channel for perceiving information from other universes, while others believe that dreams are a projection of the dreamer's memories in a parallel world.

Even in the religious culture of Buddhism and Taoism, dreams are considered to be the transmission of information across time and space.

But no matter how many hypotheses people have about dreams, they can never get around one thing - the parallel world.

When Daryl opened his eyes, he was standing on a deserted street. The scene in front of him was undoubtedly Atlanta, but the streets were very dirty and he could see rotting corpses lying on the streets.

Atlanta had been recaptured a long time ago, and there could be no corpses and garbage on the streets, as they had long been cleaned up by the workers.

Daryl was confused. He couldn't help wondering why he suddenly appeared in Atlanta, and why the city had become dead silent again after the disaster.

But soon, Daryl felt a shock all over his body, and he remembered! He was clearly hugging Carol before he closed his eyes, and he was supposed to be in the military camp at the base!

"Dream? I..."

Realizing that he had entered a dream, Daryl looked around and found that the tall buildings around him were very clear, without any of the blurriness in the dream.

Daryl looked down at himself. He was still wearing the black combat uniform of the Scorpion Corps and his armor. He also carried the hunting crossbow that Zhang Qiang had given him.

In addition to the fully automatic firepower, he was fully armed at this time. There was a pistol in the holster on his waist, magazines and grenades in the holster on his chest, and even different types of arrows in the quiver on his back.

"Roar...!"

A staggering zombie suddenly appeared on the corner of the street, and its roar caught Daryl's attention.

Daryl instinctively crouched down and quietly hid behind an abandoned vehicle on the street. There might be others like this zombie behind him, so Daryl decided to wait and see what happened.

A bright yellow suddenly appeared in Daryl's field of vision. Daryl looked over and found that there was an exclamation mark floating on the tallest shopping mall building around?!

There is a countdown next to the exclamation mark: 600s, 599s...

It seems that this exclamation mark will only exist for less than ten minutes.

Daryl stuck his body out of the rear of the car and looked at the zombies blocking him and the shopping mall building. He realized that the exclamation mark might be the reason for his dream, and he had to go and check it out.

Chi!

The crossbow arrow flying through the air pierced the zombie's head. Daryl stood up from the rear of the car and trotted to the bottom of the zombie's body, while pulling the string of the crossbow arrow weighing more than 240 pounds to reset it with one hand.

It must be said that this was a dream, even pulling the string of the hunting crossbow was much easier. Daryl ran to the corpse and stomped on its head to explode. He took out the crossbow arrow with the tail almost sunk in the pile of yellow and white flesh.

The countdown next to the infected number showed 580 seconds remaining. Daryl knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he ran towards the direction of the exclamation mark.

There were zombies wandering in the deserted streets and alleys between buildings. When they saw Daryl, they immediately roared and trotted after him.

Daryl wasted no time. He took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at the zombies rushing around him. The zombies that tried to stop him were shot at close range, and their brains and blood quickly stained his uniform.

These zombies seemed to have been transformed recently, and the city was as desolate as the early days of the disaster. While running, Daryl realized that he might be in Atlanta at the beginning of the disaster.

The exclamation mark above the shopping mall building was like a signal, attracting Daryl's attention. While Daryl was paying attention to the time above, he suddenly remembered the story that Moore once told him.

Moore was once trapped on the rooftop of a shopping mall in Atlanta, waiting to die. It was Zhang Qiang who left the team alone to rescue him.

"It can't be such a coincidence?" Daryl made a guess and bit his lower lip.

He quickened his pace and rushed towards the shopping mall building, thinking that he must see what was going on.

At this time, a group of ragged zombies had rushed into the mall, knocking down mannequins and small shelves, and the fire escape was filled with the moving silhouettes of zombies.

Daryl ran to the entrance of the mall. On the smashed glass door frame, the remaining glass fragments were covered with dark red flesh and blood. He looked at the lost zombies on the first floor of the mall and tiptoed in.

There were probably about a dozen or twenty zombies on the first floor. Daryl didn't want to waste time with them. While the zombies hadn't discovered him, he quickened his pace and reached the door of the fire escape, closing the iron door.

Countless footsteps were heard on the stairs above his head. The zombies in the early stage of the disaster still had good mobility. Daryl looked up at the gap in the stairwell and found that there were countless zombies above the first floor walking towards higher floors.

"..."

Daryl didn't know what he was thinking at this time. He could still feel the exclamation mark and see the transparent countdown above his head. He took out the dagger from his left waist and rushed to the roof without hesitation.

“Roar~!”

A zombie walking at the end of the stairs spotted Daryl, and immediately opened its smelly mouth and reached out to pounce on Daryl.

Daryl adjusted his breathing and wanted to rush to the zombie's face, knocking it temporarily off balance before taking action.

Because the zombies were on the stairs and Daryl was at the bottom of the stairs, if the zombies pounced on him, he would face the pressure of the zombies' entire weight, which was obviously very disadvantageous for Daryl.

Daryl's rich experience allowed him to take the initiative. He rushed up the stairs like a dragon and a tiger, and bumped his shoulder into the zombie's chest.

BANG!!

Unlike what Daryl had imagined, the zombie did not lose balance, but flew backwards on the stairs like a dead dog hit by a truck!

Daryl was just shocked. He had only seen such extremely violent scenes on Zhang Qiang. He didn't expect that he would be able to experience it himself in his dream.

The moment he came into contact with the zombie, he could clearly feel the zombie's chest collapse.

In other words, Daryl only used his shoulder to hit the zombie hard, and the zombie, whose physical strength was still online at the beginning of the disaster, was knocked back with broken bones and tendons.

Power! Power! Fucking power!

This is in his dream! Daryl already knows what to do!

In fact, he should have realized it earlier. When he stomped on the heads of the zombies on the street based on his past experience, he should have discovered the difference in the combat conditions. These zombies had not been decayed for a long time, and their bones and muscles were quite strong.