Chapter 57
Cliff walked down from the second floor to the bathroom, swaggering in without closing the door, just using the toilet like that.
After finishing, Cliff leisurely walked into the living room, casually grabbed an open bag of snacks from the coffee table, and picked pieces to put in his mouth.
After eating a few chips, the bag was empty. Cliff cursed irritably at the large man on the sofa. "Son of a bitch Fenn, didn't even leave me more."
Speaking of which, Cliff got angry and kicked Fenn.
Fenn had no reaction. He rolled over and continued sleeping.
"Sigh, tomorrow we should go ask those three poor bastards for some food. Otherwise there won't be anything left in the house."
Cliff looked at the kitchen. There really wasn't anything he could eat right now. Regretfully, he wanted to go upstairs.
Suddenly, the room brightened, then darkened again.
Cliff looked back and only saw several vehicles outside the window driving over. His eyes instantly widened, the remaining sleepiness vanishing completely.
He took two quick steps, kicked off his slippers, and moved close to the window to look carefully.
Outside were several cars with their headlights on, charging forward. Cliff could even hear the roar of their engines.
Cliff turned his head, wanting to shout out a warning, but then closed his mouth.
The other side was clearly coming for a sneak attack. With so many people, they could surround his side in one go.
Even if he woke everyone up, they couldn't resist. Better to let them occupy the enemy's attention.
A flash of viciousness crossed Cliff's eyes. Sorry everyone, I don't want to die.
Raising his head, Cliff saw Fenn on the sofa.
Mm, he can scout the path for me.
Thinking of this, Cliff ran quickly to Fenn, covering Fenn's mouth with one hand and slapping him with the other.
Fenn was fat. His whole body shook, and he immediately opened his eyes, fearfully struggling randomly.
"Fenn, Fenn. Quiet!" Cliff loosened his hand a bit, letting Fenn breathe freely, then pointed outside the window and said in a low voice.
"We're out of time. The enemy has surrounded us. They have more people—we can't beat them. We need to run quickly."
While speaking, Cliff grabbed two handguns in the living room—both Fenn's.
As for Cliff's own, they were upstairs.
After the brief explanation, Cliff pulled Fenn toward the back door.
CREAK—Cliff saw the woods behind the ranch. The dark entrance to the woods was like a beast's gaping maw, making Cliff's heart pound.
But right now, he had no other options.
"Wait." Just as they were about to leave, Fenn pulled Cliff back. "Aren't we warning the others?"
Cliff turned his head and said in a low voice, "Sometimes we have to learn to accept our friends' sacrifices. After all, they hope we can survive, don't they?"
Fenn froze for a moment, a trace of reluctance squeezing onto his chubby face.
Cliff didn't care about him anymore. If they delayed any longer, Cliff didn't know if he could survive.
Hunching down, Cliff walked out the back door. Using the cabin as cover, Cliff took several quick steps.
The sound of cars in his ears grew louder and louder. Cliff looked back and saw those vehicles crash through the ranch fence with a roar, about to reach the cabin.
Right then, Cliff saw a somewhat wide black shadow rush past him.
Cliff straightened his head and discovered it was actually Fenn.
"Fuck, I thought he really had compassion."
Cliff immediately quickened his pace and ran into the woods.
After the two left, the people in the cabin were also awakened by the impact sounds. One of them irritably shouted out the window, "Keep it the fuck down! Don't people need to sleep?"
He still thought his companions were playing tricks.
The smarter companions had already grabbed guns, preparing to meet the enemy or rush out of the room.
After the pickups approached the cabin, they circled it several times. Gun barrels protruded from the windows, shooting at the front door, back door, and several glass windows.
Bullets shattered glass, shooting into the rooms. Gunshots and shattering sounds instantly stunned everyone.
Fear brewed in their hearts. A few people collapsed on the ground, fearfully swallowing saliva, praying their room doors wouldn't be broken down.
Seeing no one come out, Morales stopped the pickup at the cabin's side, quickly exited the vehicle, pressed against the cabin wall, gun barrel aimed at the wooden door.
Several people followed behind Morales.
On the other side of the wooden door stood Barrett. The young man's heart was full of aggression. Barrett made hand signals wanting to charge in.
Morales made a waiting gesture, turned to the others and gave hand signal orders, indicating they should enter through the first-floor windows.
While Morales and his people arranged the breakthrough, T-Dog led the remaining people to guard by the vehicles, raising rifles aimed at the second-floor glass windows, preventing sneak attacks.
When Morales entered the first floor through the glass window, he signaled Barrett to attack.
At the same time, several people entered through the first-floor doors and windows, silently occupying the first level.
Two split off to search first-floor rooms. Morales led Barrett and several others attempting to go upstairs.
Just as they stepped on the stairs—
BANG—
A bullet hit Barrett. Barrett instantly fell, letting out a pained groan.
Morales immediately raised his gun to return fire. His teammates also poured out bullets.
Dense bullets pierced into flesh. In an instant that person became a bloody gourd, falling to the ground bleeding profusely.
Morales held his gun up. Teammates grabbed Barrett's collar and dragged him back, dragging him to the living room.
"Barrett, are you okay?" The teammate tore open Barrett's clothes, seeing obvious bullet marks on the bulletproof vest.
Barrett squeezed out a smile, but sweat beads covered his forehead. "I'm fine."
"Kid, don't charge so fast next time." Seeing him like this, the team member punched Barrett's shoulder, causing Barrett to hiss and suck in cold air from the pain.
Morales looked back and saw Barrett was fine. He took a grenade from his waist.
"Everyone move aside." After the warning, Morales pulled the pin and threw the grenade toward the second floor.
The grenade tumbled through the air, rolling onto the second floor.
Then—BANG.
After the huge sound, the second floor was a mess.
Accompanied by sudden ringing in his ears, Morales raised his rifle and charged into the second floor, bursting into rooms, dragging out every person.
Then gunshots rang out, executing every single one.
The grenade's explosion sound carried far. Cliff, who'd entered the woods, whipped his head around at the sound, furrowing his brows in confusion.
Did they use a fucking grenade? Such a huge commotion.
Turning back, Cliff discovered Fenn had already run far away, completely unmoved by the noise to look back.
Cliff gritted his teeth. That bastard runs really fast. Damn, I better not be his decoy.
Thinking this, Cliff gathered his strength and continued running forward.
The two ran and ran, gradually unable to hear birds or insects, only able to hear their hearts pounding as if about to burst from their chests.