Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Chapter 147 Patient

While Zhang Qiang was frantically earning points outside, the Destiny Army on campus was pulling zombies out of dark corners and dealing with them one by one.

Sasha picked a separate classroom and busied herself with interrogating the captives who had attacked them.

Only ten minutes later, Sasha walked out of the classroom and went to a water tower on campus to wash her hands.

Her hands were stained with the blood of her captives.

These post-disaster survivors could not withstand professional interrogation at all, and their community was already in name only. As soon as Sasha started to use her tactics, they told her everything she wanted to know.

The Crawford community was established by a group of thugs who were unable to board a ship to leave Savannah after the disaster. Here, the law of survival of the fittest is believed.

They are extremely cold-blooded and ruthless to the elderly and children, the sick, pregnant women, and all those who potentially need to consume a lot of resources.

The above group would be mercilessly killed if discovered by the Crawford community in Savannah.

The Crawford people believed that the resources in the city were limited. If they allowed the weak to survive outside for a long time, it would reduce the amount of resources that the strong people like them could obtain.

Those who can join this community are all skilled and ruthless, but the rules of the community are too extreme and there are hidden dangers within it.

There is a saying that goes, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.

When healthy people in the Crawford community become sick, or women become unexpectedly pregnant, can they still handle their situations as callously as they would outsiders?

Obviously, the leader of this survivor force, which was established less than a year ago, is a short-sighted person.

The rules set by the leader planted hidden dangers. The reason why Crawford finally fell was, of course, betrayal by his own people, which started the civil war.

The survivors hid in the Crawford community. They wanted to take back the largest campus and return to stability, but they were eventually wiped out by the destiny army that descended from the sky.

The captives didn't know how many survivors there were in the community, but they told Sasha that their leader had turned into a zombie in the civil war.

Sasha has to wait for Zhang Qiang to come back and make a decision on how to deal with this group of people who have been tortured.

"Hey... Captain Sasha, we found a survivor in the apartment building. She seems to be seriously ill and has no ability to resist. What should we do?"

The intercom on Sasha's chest suddenly rang.

"Take her out and make sure she's safe first. We'll make a decision after the commander returns."

Sasha responded seriously.

As the absolute superior of all soldiers, Sasha had long discovered the code of conduct that Zhang Qiang followed. He was very cruel to enemies who caused losses to the Tianming Army. Apart from this, Principal Zhang might make very tolerant decisions towards anyone.

The female patient who has been discovered is undoubtedly from the Crawford community, but she did not participate in the attack, so perhaps Zhang Qiang will give her a chance to talk.

A patient who needs to consume a lot of resources to survive, and a Crawford, whether she can survive depends on her value.

If she was really a useful talent, Sasha believed that Zhang Qiang would not be stingy with resources to support her survival.

Sasha soon met the strange female patient. Two soldiers of the Fate of Heaven pushed a bed from somewhere and took her to the fountain.

Sasha walked over to the female patient, who was so thin that her cheekbones were protruding, but she still had a lot of flesh in her body, and it was obvious that she was not sick to the point of being on the verge of death.

The female patient's eyes were dull and she lay there staring at the sky in a daze. It was not until Sasha's face looking down at her came into her sight that she spoke with difficulty.

"Hello...are you...soldiers?"

Sasha nodded slightly. After noticing that the female patient's lips were dry and peeling, she took out her water bottle from behind her waist and dripped a lot of water for the woman to quench her thirst.

"Thank you... My name is Miley."

Miley had her curly black hair draped down her back and wore only a loose black sweater on her upper body.

“What did you do before the disaster?”

Sasha began to ask for identity.

Miley obviously didn't understand Sasha's intentions. After a pause, she replied, "Psychiatrist."

Sasha sighed. This polite woman in front of her might not be able to survive, and her abilities might not be valued by Principal Zhang.

"I have diabetes and my sister is still out there looking for medicine. If you see her, can you take her to the refugee camp?"

Miley thought Sasha and the others were soldiers from the United States government.

“I can’t make any promises, we are not soldiers from the United States, we are from the [Destiny United Survivors’ Camp].

If your sister is willing, she can join us and work for us."

As soon as Sasha finished speaking, Miley's face changed. The name of this strange force sounded like it was established by the civilian survivors after the disaster.

After joining Crawford, Miley now has no good impression of these large-scale survivor forces.

Her sister used her body to trade with the authorities in Crawford in order to get medicine to treat diabetes...

Miley lay on the hospital bed, tilted her head and stopped talking.

Sasha couldn't help but find it a little funny when he saw this. This woman, who was just so energetic and had a lot of things in her eyes, inexplicably started to play badly.

After her mood became wonderful, Sasha was about to take the initiative to introduce to Miley what kind of organization the Destiny Army was, but she heard a noise coming from the school gate.

Sasha pulled out his pistol neatly and pointed the gun at the school gate with cold eyes. The culprit who caused the noise of the metal gate had already appeared in the school.

"Please calm down, I mean no harm, I am her sister..."

The person who climbed over the three-meter-high school gate was the blonde woman who had appeared on the clock tower before.

Sasha did not put down the gun because of the blonde woman's explanation. She looked at the blonde woman's right hand, signaling her to drop the weapon.

An ice pick with a yellow handle fell to the ground. The blonde girl raised her hands above her head and slowly knelt on the ground. She had returned to the community a long time ago and had secretly witnessed what Sasha had done to her sister.

Sasha's kindness in giving Miley water made the blonde choose to come in through the door for a frank conversation.

"Jasmine?! You're back!"

Miley heard the familiar voice and tried to sit up from the hospital bed, but her weak body could not support her movement. After struggling, Miley lay down heavily.

"Touching sister drama. Are you from Crawford too?"

Sasha asked coldly, pointing the gun at Jasmine.

Jasmine did not deny it, but just frowned and nodded slightly. It seemed that she was very disgusted with the Crawford community.

Sasha took out a plastic bandage from his bulletproof vest pocket and threw it to Jasmine, asking her to tie herself up.

Her sister was still beside the other person, so Jasmine could only tie her own hands and bite the straps to tighten them.

"Okay, you can stay near the fountain and don't leave my sight. We can talk about your business after our leader comes back."

Sasha told the two sisters.

"Please wait a moment. I have medicine for Miley in my backpack. Can you please let her take it first?"

Jasmine looked at Sasha with a pleading expression.

Sasha didn't hesitate and asked Omid and Krista, who had been watching the show, to come over and help.

The couple were veterans who had survived the disaster and were not at all surprised by the story happening before their eyes. They just enjoyed it with relish.

"Hey, lady, you look like a beast, please don't have any bad intentions, okay? Cooperate."

Omid came up to Jasmine and said half jokingly.

Jasmine didn't even have the interest to look at Omid and simply chose to ignore him.

After a while, Miley took the medicine and ate some food that Jasmine brought back, then fell into a deep sleep on the hospital bed.

Sasha asked Omid to push Miley into the Chinook helicopter. It was already past the beginning of winter and the temperature was approaching zero.

"Thank you."

Jasmine, with her hands tied, looked at Sasha's kind act and expressed her gratitude without hesitation.

Sasha ignored Jasmine and helped the soldiers clean up the bodies on the campus. Old Chuck stood behind Jasmine with a shovel.

"You don't look like a quiet person."

Old Chuck said, staring at Jasmine with a burning gaze.

Jasmine turned her head away, closed her eyes and was speechless. Perhaps she was still impulsive after seeing her sister, so now she has put her life and property in the hands of a stranger.

After a while, the sky darkened early.

The zombies in the school have been cleared. Omid dragged the corpses out of the school one by one at the fountain and piled them on the street.

rumble! !

A roaring motorcycle suddenly appeared on the road and quickly arrived at the school gate.

Zhang Qiang came back, holding in his hand a hideous head with green skin. It was an assassin zombie.

Seeing Omid dragging the corpse, Zhang Qiang nodded with satisfaction. Without chatting with the tired Omid, he walked straight into the school.

At the fountain, Jasmine, sitting on the stone platform, saw the man appear at the school gate and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

This bloated figure wearing full body armor looks very similar to the person who previously shot at the zombies with a machine gun.

"Who is she?"

Zhang Qiang frowned and looked at Jasmine, and at the same time used the intercom to call Sasha who was somewhere unknown.

Sasha soon appeared and told Zhang Qiang about the sisters Miley and Jasmine.

Zhang Qiang's expression suddenly became very interesting. He recognized Jasmine directly, who had a role in the Walking Dead game.

Jasmine is agile and can survive by parkouring in the high-rise buildings in the apocalyptic city. The yellow-handled ice pick is her signature weapon and the one that keeps her alive.

Zhang Qiang gave the assassin zombie's head to Sasha, and asked her to give it to the wasp and the hornet, and bring it back to school tomorrow and transfer it to Macon City for Dr. Sarah to study.

Zhang Qiang had no idea what could be researched, but it was Dr. Sarah's job anyway.

After dealing with the spoils in his hands, Zhang Qiang came to Jasmine, hooked two fingers on the plastic strap on Jasmine's wrist, and tore it off with a little force.

"Would you like to join the Destiny Army? The benefits are great...blah blah..."

With the deployed soldiers, Zhang Qiang doesn't really miss Jasmine, the lone wolf of the end times. The kindness he shows is only because of Jasmine's performance in the original plot.

Jasmine would help the stranger Lee because of Clementine's existence. Although she had joined Crawford and might even have aided and abetted the evil and done some shitty things to the survivors outside, it is undeniable that she still has kindness and principles in her bones.

Faced with the olive branch thrown by Zhang Qiang, Jasmine did not refuse it immediately. She had seen what Sasha did to her sister, so Jasmine currently had no aversion to the Sky Destiny Army.

"My sister has diabetes and she needs care."

Jasmine stared into Zhang Qiang's eyes and gave him an answer that was not an answer.

Zhang Qiang frowned. He really didn't expect Jasmine to dare to put forward conditions. He asked again, "What did your sister do before the disaster?"

Jasmine: "Psychologist."

"Welcome to join the Destiny United Survivors. We are Destiny."

Zhang Qiang didn't say anything, but stretched out his big hand and shook hands with Jasmine.

Hey, he just needed a therapist to assess his occasional condition.