"Matthew, what are these three guys?" The bald black man in sunglasses asked a strong man beside him.

"If you kill someone, you should pay attention to the other person." The black man curled his lips and looked disdainful. "I said Bob, are you not tired of wearing sunglasses all day?"

"A little bit, but the old Chinese man I met here last time said that I had peach blossoms in my eyes, so I'd better wear sunglasses to cover up the romance." Bob rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands. Although his eyes sometimes felt uncomfortable, he still couldn't take off the sunglasses.

"Go to your affair," said the thin man next to him. The white man seemed to look down on Bob. "The old man's words were not reliable at first sight. He told me that he smoked and drank too much."

"Besides, Bob, don't think about it. You've lived for more than 30 years, and all the love affairs you've met are in your dreams." The thin white man laughed and continued to tease.

"Ian, stop talking about boring topics," a voice behind him said. "Take the guy and let's entertain these guests."

"Well, Derek, although you were the director of the security department here before," said the thin man named Ian intentionally or unintentionally, "what makes you still feel like you are managing the tourist center?"

Ian's words made this fat white man turn around. He had no beard on his face, but his eyes showed a ray of light. He just stared at Ian, but his fleshy face made others feel no funny.

"All right, all right," said Ian, who was staring at Derek with some hair in his heart. He knew that the fat man was not as good as he seemed, on the contrary, he was still a tough character. Ian's words just now are just a vent to the boredom of staying here these days, not really trying to provoke Derek.

"If we hadn't worked together for so many years," Derek said one word at a time, "now you might have been in the truck in the parking lot."

Derek's words made Ian shiver. Several people in the room didn't talk much. They took guns from the table and walked out after the fat supervisor.

Several thick trees stand next to a large square pool. Here is a small dock, where some kayaks and small passenger ships are docked. This is the starting point for the tourist center to enjoy the inland river scenery of the marsh by water. You can enjoy most of the water lines in the marsh by boat from here.

The big trees between the pool and the road blocked Kevin's view. When they came around from behind the trees, they saw the buildings in front of them. A map was standing on the roadside not far away. Kevin walked over and looked carefully.

"The hospital is here," Kevin said to Robert and Jeremy, pointing to a mark on the map. "It looks like we have to go through this dock."

"What are these houses for?" Robert pointed to several buildings in front and asked, "I still think it's strange here, brothers."

"Well, you soldiers are naturally suspicious," Kevin found out the location of the hospital, thinking only to go there as soon as possible to find infusion equipment and drugs.

"Dude, I have the same feeling as you," Jeremy did not pay attention to Kevin's complaints. As a soldier, he also felt the abnormality around him.

"Mr. Co pilot," Jeremy patted Kevin on the shoulder in front of him, "don't you feel something abnormal here?"

"What is abnormal?" Kevin turned around and asked that the three men were walking along the road on the other side of the dock toward the hospital. This side was also part of the dock, and a yacht was moored beside it. This is the sea port leading to the Gulf of Mexico and the Florida Reefs. If you want to visit the sea scenery, tourists will board ships here.

"I can't see a zombie nearby," Jeremy said and looked around again. "Look here, it's a little scary quiet."

"I don't want to meet those monsters everywhere." Kevin said, "If there is really no zombie here, we can persuade Jason to bring other people here when we go back“

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

The long bridge in front divides the wharf into two parts, one is the starting point for sightseeing the inland river, and the other is the starting point for watching the sea scenery. The road at the other end of the bridge winds into the dense forest. After crossing the bridge in the direction indicated on the map, walk along this road and you will reach the logistics base of the tourist center, where the hospital is located.

"That should be the building of the Tourist Center," Robert pointed to a building dozens of meters away. "Shall we go and check it?"

"There's no time to delay," Kevin said impatiently. "Jennifer and Mason are still in the car waiting for treatment."

Robert shrugs his shoulders angrily and shows a helpless expression to Jeremy.

The three people came to the bridge. The bridge in front of them was more than 20 meters long. It cut off the river under the bridge into the sea. The color of the river water on both sides of the bridge was different, and the boats parked on both sides were also different.

They walked on the bridge. There were all green plants in the front view. A path disappeared after turning a corner in the dense forest in front of them.

Robert and Jeremy held the gun in their hands. After the front view was blocked, they protected Kevin in the middle one by one to prevent any sudden changes.

"You are too nervous," Kevin said to the two soldiers, and he felt that after being sandwiched between them, the speed of the three person team slowed down a lot, which made him unbearable.

"There is nothing around, what can happen..." Kevin pointed around with his fingers, and before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the sound of a gun.

A blood hole suddenly appeared in the chest of the black guy beside him. He looked at Kevin and Jeremy with a surprised face. The blood flowed out of his fingers and began to flow out constantly.

At the moment when Robert fell down, there were several shots. Jeremy fell to the ground with the shots. A cloud of dust rose from the bridge floor. Several bullets rubbed the edge of the bridge floor and shot into the water.

Robert fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open because of the sharp pain, his chest clothes had been red with blood, the bullet hit his lungs, and his severe cough made some foamy blood vomit out of his mouth.

Robert felt that his breathing became difficult. The sharp pain from his chest almost made him dizzy. Every breath made his lungs feel like a knife. There was blood pouring up his throat. The air he exhaled from his body came to his mouth with the foam, and his mouth was full of sweet smell.

Kevin has been holding his head and lying on the ground. After the gunshot, he raised his head slightly. He saw no one except the two wounded companions who fell to the ground.

Jeremy's condition is slightly better than Robert's. He was shot in his thigh and abdomen. The wound on his thigh should have avoided the artery and blood vessel of his leg. The amount of bleeding at this location is not large, but the condition of the wound on his abdomen is not very clear.

Jeremy looked at Robert and Kevin. He found that the black guy was in a bad situation, so he struggled to climb over.

"Kevin," Jeremy cried with his teeth clenched. Every time he crawled, he pulled the injured wound. The pain made his forehead sweat. "Help Robert stop the bleeding."

"God, someone is shooting at us," Kevin shouted hysterically, lying on the ground. "I dare not act rashly."

"If Robert can't do it," Jeremy said anxiously, looking at the blood stained robe. He accelerated his movement, but his body was dragged by the wound. Every move would cost him a lot.

Robert held out a hand to Jeremy. The hand was already red with blood. At the position of the wound he had just covered, some blood came out with his cough. Robert can no longer make a sound, and his open mouth can only spit out foam with foam.

Robert felt that he was about to suffocate. The suffocation that only exists when he was drowning made him feel very uncomfortable. He even wanted the pain in his lungs to be more severe and did not want to be surrounded by this suffocation. In order to get more air, his body instinctively strengthened the strength of breathing, but the air that could enter the lungs was less and less, because there was a hole punctured by the bullet hole.

"Kevin!" Jeremy shouted, "For God's sake, go and help Robert."

Kevin was crawling on the ground. Jeremy's words forced him to climb towards Robert. Robert stretched out his hand and pulled Kevin's clothes. He tugged at the corners of his clothes, and the foam of learning spilled out from the corners of his mouth.

Kevin was scared to death by Robert's appearance. What made him even more scared was the gunmen who did not know where they were lurking. He tried to press his hand on Robert's chest wound. When his hand just touched the wound, Robert gave out a violent cough, a spray of foam, and a bright red spot fell on Kevin's clothes.

Jeremy also climbed over, behind him were two striking bloodstains. Jeremy didn't care about the pain from his wound. He climbed to Robert's side and pressed the wound in Robert's lung with Kevin.

When his arm was forced, Jeremy's abdominal wound began to bleed. At the moment, his face was in cold sweat, and his companion was about to die, but Jeremy still didn't want to give up.

"Damn it," Jeremy heard the "hiss" sound of air coming in and out of Robert's lungs with his breath, "I have to go to the operating table immediately to survive. God, if there is a needle tube with an air valve, I can help him stay alive for a while."

"What shall we do?" Kevin asked with a frightened face.

"How are you? Did you hurt yourself?" Jeremy asked and looked at Kevin. No obvious wound was found on him.

"Me?" Kevin was stunned for a moment. He touched his body and found that he did not seem to have been hit by the bullet just now.

"The bullet didn't hit me," Kevin's fear and nervousness eased slightly.

"Mr. co pilot," Jeremy handed the gun around his neck to him