noveltune Chapter 89 The Town is in Chaos
Chapter 89 The Town is in Chaos
In the following days, Mother Nature finally calmed down and stopped sending out deadly gales and blizzards.
But extreme cold still reigns supreme over this white wasteland.
Every time I go out to clear snow, it feels like torture.
No matter how much is cleaned, if they can't stand it, everyone will rush back into the house without hesitation and head straight for the fireplace.
Only when a trace of warmth seeped back from the frozen bones and the numb fingertips regained their tingling sensation did he have the strength to push open the door to the icy hell once more.
When the sun finally pierced through the clouds and hung in the sky, people realized that the temperature had quietly risen a little.
The thick white fog that had enveloped the surrounding area had thinned, and visibility was no longer limited to the surrounding chaos of a few hundred meters.
Tom squinted and looked toward the town, where thick plumes of smoke were rising in swirling motions!
His heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged within him.
"I'll go to town and take a look!" Tom blurted out.
"Let's go too!" Everyone, who had been feeling cooped up for a long time, immediately responded, wanting to go out for some fresh air.
Tom understood their desire, but the ominous premonition, if it came true, would be dangerous.
He flatly refused: "No way!"
His tone was firm and decisive, even excluding his usually inseparable skinny friend, Zach.
"Tom, what have you found out?" Father James grabbed the reins, his brow furrowed.
Tom would never travel alone without a reason, leaving even Zack behind; this is highly unusual.
Tom shook his head; the truth was still unclear, and he didn't want to cause his father unnecessary worry.
He walked over to Zack and lowered his voice: "Guard this place well, and keep a close eye on the surroundings!"
Zach nodded vigorously.
"Hopefully... I'm wrong!" Tom thought to himself, and gave the reins a sharp jerk.
However, harsh reality shattered that hope.
The sled glided across a pasture, the crooked gate sank deep into the snow, and the house was wide open.
A bluish-purple, stiff human hand suddenly emerged from the blinding white snow!
Tom's sled came to a sudden stop, and he stared intently at the hand.
"As expected...it happened!"
As you get closer to the town, you can find several frozen corpses in the snow, silently telling the story of the horrors that have been going on for some time.
Tom's muscles tensed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the desolate snowfield, which was deserted.
There were only a few shallow hoof prints!
Tom's gaze swept across the town.
The expected bustling crowd had vanished without a trace, and a deathly silence enveloped the streets.
The snow was thick, covering everything.
Not to mention pedestrians, there wasn't even a cleared path to be seen.
He led the wolf, strolling leisurely down the street.
On both sides, several broken doors were wide open, and the cold wind swirled snow into the rooms, burying the interior of the shops in pure white.
Tom subconsciously glanced at the buildings with their doors and windows tightly closed on both sides out of the corner of his eye.
My heart skipped a beat!
Behind those windows with heavy curtains, there are clearly pairs of eyes hidden!
A sharp, wary, and intimidating gaze was fixed on him.
Through the gap in the curtains, the cold glint of long and short gun barrels could be faintly seen.
Tom remained outwardly calm, but quickly memorized the locations of the spying individuals.
With a clear goal in mind, he headed straight for the Deep Valley Bar.
The snow in front of the bar was even deeper, clearly indicating that no one had set foot there for a long time.
Tom immediately looked up at the second floor.
Sure enough, the bar owner, Dan, was carefully pulling the curtains open a crack, looking down at him with a complicated expression.
The woman next to him, who was once radiant and beautiful, was now pale and haggard, in extremely poor condition.
Tom understood at a glance.
Don't stay here for long!
Something drastic has definitely happened in the town!
Without hesitation, he turned and left!
Just then!
"Help!" A piercing scream shattered the silence!
At the street corner, a disheveled woman stumbled out, followed closely by two gun-wielding men grinning menacingly.
"You slut! You dare steal? Die!" one of the men roared, raising his hand and firing a shot!
boom!
The woman's body trembled violently, her wide eyes filled with resentment, and she collapsed heavily onto the snow.
Several moldy potatoes rolled out of her arms, looking particularly dirty and glaring against the stark whiteness.
The two men caught up with her and fired several more shots at her lifeless body, hurling insults at her.
Until they spotted Tom standing in the middle of the street, like an ice sculpture.
Their gazes swept over Tom's thick winter clothes, the bulging supplies on the sled, and the four fierce-looking, restless "wolves," and the ferocity on their faces was instantly replaced by greedy smiles.
"Ha! A piece of fat delivered right to my door..."
The word "sheep" has not yet been uttered!
"Ugh!"
"what!"
Two short screams rang out almost simultaneously!
The greedy smiles on the two men's faces froze, and only disbelief and terror remained in their eyes.
They clutched their throats, which were suddenly gushing blood.
There, two gleaming short knives were stuck in the ground!
Pfft!Pfft!
The two bodies fell straight into the snowdrift.
Tom walked slowly through the snow to the body, squatted down, and carefully examined it.
"Tsk," he muttered to himself, a hint of cold mockery in his voice, "I wonder if you guys are just unlucky, or if I'm just too unlucky."
The results were disappointing.
Apart from their worn-out pistols, which were either empty or had only a few bullets left, the two men were completely naked, without even a bullet pouch.
Tom put away his pistol, stripped a relatively intact fur coat from a man, and covered the poor woman's corpse with it.
Then, he drew his throwing knife and wiped the blood off the clean snow.
He took the wolf's reins again and slowly, step by step, left the town.
If someone were to observe closely, they would notice that he left much slower than he had come, as if each step was measuring the hardness of the snow.
Tom didn't get on the sleigh until they left the town.
He unpacked the package, took out the flask, and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful of whiskey.
The spicy liquid rolled down my throat, bringing a false sense of warmth.
Suddenly, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he sighed with a hint of regret, "Tsk, only six?"
Before he finished speaking, six fast horses, kicking up snow and carrying six fierce-looking strangers, charged straight at Tom from the direction of the town!
The figure on horseback brandished weapons and shouted rudely.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides were almost touching!
Bang bang bang!
A series of crisp and precise gunshots suddenly rang out!
After the gunshots, only six lost horses remained on the snowfield, snorting and pawing restlessly.
On the ground, there were six more corpses that were quickly frozen by the cold air.
Tom strolled over leisurely and expertly looted the spoils.
Six decent short guns, and six sets of thick leather pants and boots.
He mounted the sled, flicked the reins, and muttered regretfully, "Why don't you guys carry any money when you go out!"
On the way back, Tom deliberately slowed down and even teased a few wolves as they rolled around in the cold snow.
He tilted his head slightly, listening to the sounds in the wind.
Unfortunately, the expected "customer who delivered goods to him" never appeared again until he returned to the ranch's field of vision.
The snowfield remained empty and desolate, as if the bloody episode had never happened!