Chapter 366 Death News

Is what he said true or false?

Travis felt his mind was a mess, and the young man's words kept circling in his mind. He really didn't believe these two people. How could two guys who wanted to kill people just because their companion was injured be good people?

"You're lying! Chris didn't show any signs of leaving alone before he left. Now you tell me that he left for no apparent reason. Do you think I'm a fool?"

As he spoke, he raised the dagger again.

The young man was startled and quickly raised his hands and explained loudly.

"I swear to God! Chris really left on his own. We don't know why. Maybe he went to find you."

The young man's words were like a knife, stabbing into Travis' heart. His eyes turned red again, and the dagger he was holding fell out of his hand.

Clang.

The dagger fell to the ground, and happened to land right next to the young man's feet.

The latter glanced at him calmly, and then continued to look at Travis sincerely. His expression was as sincere as it could be. If you looked closely, you could even see tears in his eyes.

As mentioned before, Travis is a very, very, very kind guy. Even after experiencing so much darkness, there is still light in his heart.

This kind of personality would easily lead to disadvantages even before the apocalypse, let alone now.

The young man's behavior really made him hesitate. His habit of assuming others with good intentions since childhood made him soften his heart.

"Maybe I overreacted. Don't be afraid. Just tell me where he left and which direction he went."

Forcing himself to calm down, he knew that now was not the time to blame anyone. Chris was still outside, and what he had to do now was to find him immediately.

"That's all bullshit! Can you believe that?"

Just when everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief, an untimely voice sounded, and Moore walked up to the young man with a cigarette in his mouth.

The young man looked at the guy in front of him with a wary look. The guy looked to be at least 40 years old or above. There seemed to be an aura about the other person that frightened him.

He didn't know Moore, but when he saw the smile on his face, his heart started beating wildly.

Before the end of the world, More was a guy who did all kinds of evil. Over time, it was natural that there was a sense of oppression in his every move.

Moore looked at the young man with a squint, while his right hand kept groping at the gun handle at his waist.

"Kid, I hate it most when people play tricks on me. I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise bullets don't recognize anyone."

"I...I didn't...I didn't lie."

"Um?!"

The next second, Moore's eyes widened, and the young man immediately felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot.

The young man was feeling very nervous. The half-smile on Moore's face, coupled with his already bandit-like appearance, brought him a lot of pressure.

Bad thoughts kept pouring out of my mind like a geyser.

Did he see it? That shouldn't be the case, there was no one around at the time?

No, he must have seen it, I can't just sit there and wait for death.

Yes, I want to resist!

Feeling the pressure growing stronger and stronger, the young man began to sweat coldly on his face and his eyes unconsciously looked at the dagger on the ground.

However, he ignored who he was facing. The two of them moved almost at the same time. The young man leaned over suddenly, touched the ground with his hand, and held the dagger in his hand.

But Mor was faster than him. Just as the young man picked up the dagger, Mor's foot suddenly hit his face, and the huge force made his face distorted.

"Hey, you're still a little naive to play tricks on me."

The sudden change made Travis a little dazed, but he was once a social elite after all. If he still couldn't see that he had been fooled, he would be really stupid.

The heart began to beat violently again, causing the blood to rush to the limbs and bones. The brain also quickly became filled with blood, and anger once again took over rationality.

When the dagger was pressed against his throat again, the young man finally broke down, crying and shouting as he recounted what had happened.

It turned out that after Travis left, his son Chris did not leave them, and the three of them continued to drive around aimlessly.

As a result, both of them fell asleep due to fatigue, and Chris, who had just learned to drive, offered to drive.

The result was a car accident. A zombie wandering in the middle of the road scared Chris, and he subconsciously dodged, resulting in the pickup truck crashing into a large tree on the side of the road.

Chris broke his leg, but the two sleeping people only suffered minor injuries.

"We were both asleep and there was a car accident. Chris...he..."

"What happened to him? What did you do?"

Travis was shocked when he heard about the car accident. While he was worried about his son, he felt angry and the hand holding the knife unconsciously used more force.

The young man only felt a pain on his neck and realized that the knife had cut his skin. He thought Travis wanted to kill him, and he was so scared that he closed his eyes and dared not hesitate anymore.

"He's dead! There's nothing we can do. He was killed in the accident. It has nothing to do with us! Ahhhh... don't kill me!"

He is dead!

Chris is dead!

Dead...

die…

Buzz~

Travis felt as if someone had hit his head hard, and he felt dizzy.

The scene in front of his eyes gradually became dark, and the dagger in his hand loosened and fell directly to the ground.

He couldn't believe that his son was dead.

Many people around him also looked at him with sympathy, and Madison and Alyssa covered their mouths in disbelief.

Tears blurred his vision, and Travis felt a pain in his heart like a knife cutting him. He subconsciously covered his chest.

He looked up at the young man again, and suddenly the other's face was constantly distorted in his eyes. The originally handsome young face now looked like a devil.

He killed Chris!

I want revenge!

I want to kill him!

The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dagger finally left his neck, and subconsciously glanced at the scary man opposite him.

The confusion in the other person's eyes gradually dissipated, and the look he gave him was filled with...

Hatred and murderous intent! ?

not good!

Realizing the danger, he tried to get up using his hands and feet, but saw Travis turned into a wild beast and pounced forward and pinned him down.

Then he felt his neck being strangled tightly. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

Fear, helplessness, regret.

These negative emotions filled the young man's heart in an instant, and the threat of death caused his adrenaline to be secreted crazily. A force suddenly appeared, tightly grasped Travis' wrist, and pulled desperately.

The two of them were stuck in a stalemate.

The people around subconsciously wanted to step forward to help, but were stopped by Moore's skills.

"Killing someone means paying with your life. You better stay out of this mess."

"Didn't you hear what he said? It was just a car accident, not murder! We can't just kill him without knowing the whole story."

A handsome young man ignored Moore and rushed forward to pull the two apart.

Moore curled his lips indifferently and simply stepped aside.

Travis was extremely strong. He had just dragged two adult men and was still pressing the young men to the ground.

The moment the man touched Travis, he felt something was wrong, and he pulled with all his strength but it was of no use.

By then Travis felt someone was obstructing him from behind, and he went crazy and hit back with an elbow.

The hard elbow bone hit the man's head hard. The others saw that the man was trying to stop the fight one second, and flew backwards the next. His body fell to the ground like a broken sack and he didn't move.

"Oscar!"