"Did you hear anything, Sigurney?" Mason looked out of the carriage in a panic. "It seems that there was gunfire."

"Yes, it was the gunshot." Sigourney helped Mason sit up and covered the blanket for Jennifer, who was sleeping. "Kevin, they haven't come back yet. Are they in danger?"

"I don't know, I hope they are safe," Mason put one hand to his mouth and coughed.

"It's us who are dragging you down, Sigourney." Mason looked at Sigourney, who had taken care of them all the way, with a slight apology on her face. "If only she hadn't got this damn disease."

"I'm sorry for what you said," Sigourney sat down beside Mason, with one hand around her shoulder, and let Mason lean in her arms. "How long have we known each other for four or five years? I still remember that when we first entered the crew, Ms. Jennifer took us by the hand, so that we could get familiar with the environment and work of United Airlines. I am very happy to know you."

"Really? Hehe." Mason smiled, and her face looked tired. She went to the hospital with her illness, which made her body a little tired. "I really hope this is a dream, and the disaster just happened in the dream."

"You can sleep on my shoulder for a while. You look tired," said Sigourney. "Maybe after you wake up, you will find yourself lying on the beach in Miami, enjoying the summer afternoon sunbathing. As you said, the disaster will disappear with the awakening of the dream."

"I hope so," Mason smiled

Mason closes her eyes, but Sigourney can't calm down. The gunshot just made her uneasy, and the condition of the two patients in the car is not very ideal, especially Jennifer, who has been sleeping all the time.

Soon Mason's slight snoring came from her ear, and Sigourney knew that she had fallen asleep.

Sigourney gently pulled her hand from Mason's shoulder and climbed up to Jennifer. She tried the temperature on Jennifer's forehead with her hand.

"It's still hot..." Sigourney frowned.

"Bang, bang!" It seemed that there were two more gunshots coming. Sigourney looked nervously in the direction of the gunshots. The front view was blocked by the trees on the distant lawn, which made her unable to see anything.

Sigourney jumped out of the carriage. She decided to go and have a look. Kevin and their situation worried her.

Along the road beside the lawn, Sigourney passed through an abandoned gas station and then came to the parking lot. The parking lot is large, and there are several box trucks parked on its southeast corner.

Sigourney did not see a zombie nearby, which relaxed her tense nerves slightly. As she continued to walk along the road, she found a dock beside several tall trees standing in front of her.

"Since there are no zombies, how did the gunshot come out?" Sigourney was puzzled, but soon her attention was attracted by a map standing in front of her.

"The hospital is in this direction!" Sigourney saw the location of the hospital on the map and found that it was necessary to cross the long bridge on the wharf to get there. "Kevin and they must have arrived at the hospital."

Sigourney was a little excited. As long as there was a hospital among flamingo tourists, their trip would be worthwhile.

The sight ahead was blocked by several big trees. Sigourney quickened her pace. She bypassed the tree, and suddenly the whole person was stunned.

On the other side of the dock, two strange men with guns were walking towards this side. When Sigurney saw them, the two men also found Sigurney.

"Matthew, run after her. Don't let her run away." Ian saw Sigurney under the tree in the distance, he shouted to Matthew, and he also sped up to Sigurney.

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The two strange men rushed towards themselves in front of each other. Sigourney was aware of the danger. She turned and ran towards the direction behind her, but the high-heeled shoes under her feet became a burden at this time. Sigurney took off her high-heeled shoes and threw them aside while running. She looked back from time to time to see the distance between the people behind her and herself. Seeing the two people getting closer and closer, Sigurney became very anxious.

The truck was right in front of her. Sigourney gritted her teeth and used all her strength.

"Mason, Jennifer," Sigurney yelled toward the truck seat. "Run."

Sigourney's cry made Mason wake up from sleep. She had just fallen asleep, and when she woke up, her head began to ache.

Sigourney ran to the front of the truck. Instead of returning to the compartment, she ran towards the cab. Behind her, Matthew and Ian were only a few meters away from her.

"You go to the carriage to watch the others, and I'll take this woman." Matthew ran past Ian and rushed straight to Sigourney who had just climbed into the cab of the truck.

Ian turned in from the back of the car and pushed Mason to the ground when he was about to stand up. Mason fell down before she knew it, and then she felt a cold thing sticking to her face.

"Gun!" After seeing what was on her face, Mason woke up completely. She instinctively wanted to open her mouth and scream out of fear. Unfortunately, a big hand covered her mouth and strangled the scream in her throat.

"Want to run, hum!" Matthew opened the door of the cab and dragged Sigourney out before she could start the car.

Sigourney was thrown to the ground, several places on her body were scratched, and her clothes were covered with dust. She looked at the black man in front of her in horror, and her body kept moving back.

"Give up the struggle. All the people you came with are finished." Matthew stared at the woman who fell to the ground with hungry wolf eyes. He looked at Sigourney's features and figure, and found that the woman was very beautiful and delicate. "You are mine, beautiful woman."

"Matthew, there are two of them," Ian's voice came from the carriage. "The goods are really good this time. They are all female flight attendants of the airline."

"Get the men out," Matthew cried, and he went forward, grabbed Sigurney by the collar, and lifted her from the ground.

Sigourney was brought up to him like an eagle catching a chicken by Matthew. Matthew's face leaned over and smelled Sigourney's neck. A light perfume floated into Matthew's nose, which made his mind wander.

Sigourney turned her head and struggled constantly. She tried her best to push the black man in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, Matthew, who was holding her collar, did not move.

"Don't move, little girl, I'm easy to get shot." A gun stuck up from below and hit the tip of Sigurney's nose. The faint smell of smoke in the muzzle stopped Sigurney. She began to understand that her struggle was futile. The man had not lied to him just now. Kevin and they must have had an accident, otherwise, how could these two people have come here.

When Mason turned out of the carriage, she almost fell to the ground. Sigourney tried to help her, but Matthew could not move her.

Ian jumped out of the carriage with Jennifer on his shoulder. He patted Jennifer's ass twice and said to Matthew, "It feels good and very elastic."

"This is the sick companion he mentioned," Matthew asked Ian, pointing to Jennifer.

"I don't know, maybe it is." Ian bumped the person on his shoulder again, making it difficult for her to slide down

"Then take it back together and see how Derek handles it." Matthew pulls Sigourney over and leads her to the tourist center.

"This time, I really found a treasure," Ian said with a smile. "The quality of these girls is really good."

"Have you checked everything in the car?" Matthew asked.

"Of course, I also found 100 million dollars," Ian twisted his butt as he walked. "I hid them in my pants pocket, look."

"Come on, it's not serious," Matthew complained to Ian. "If you can get a thousand dollars out now, I'll wipe your ass for a year."

"Ha ha ha," Ian laughed, showing his yellow teeth. He pushed Mason with his gun and urged her to follow him.

When several people passed the parking lot, Ian and Matthew both looked at several box trucks in the southeast corner, and their eyes were somewhat complicated.

"Thanks to the guy named Ford, I can lure all the zombies here to the carriages of those cars and lock them up." Ian rubbed the barrel of the gun at the itchy position on the back of his head, and the oil stain on his hair touched the barrel of the gun, making the place darker and brighter.

"I feel a little sorry for him," said Matthew, glancing at Ian. "Who was Derek's first man to be torn apart?"

"I don't know, the fifth or the sixth?" Ian took his eyes back from the box truck over there, "I have to say Derek is really a devil, and only he can think of the idea of using human flesh as bait."

"Is there any better way than that?" Matthew said, "Otherwise, how can we just clean up the zombies in the tourist center?"

Sigourney has been paying attention to their conversation. With the further acquisition of information, she feels more and more terrible about these people. It turns out that in the box truck at the parking lot, all the zombies in the whole tourist center are locked, and they have killed many people brutally.

"Matthew, what do you think Derek is going to do with those zombies?" Ian lowered his voice and asked Matthew.

"How do I know? You have to ask Derek," Matthew shook his head.

"Who are you...?" Sigourney suddenly asked the black strong man and the white thin man.

"Bad guys," the two men said in unison.