Back in the Prison Warden's office, Shawn finally took a good look.
A walnut desk, directly facing the door, hadn't changed much from before the apocalypse.
In front of the desk were a transparent coffee table and a black leather sofa.
On the side wall were three pure iron filing cabinets lined up together, already covered in a thick layer of dust.
In the center of the office, a 'miniature golf' set lay quietly.
Golf balls were scattered everywhere, and clubs spilled out from the black golf bag, looking a bit messy.
Shawn stepped over the golf set and walked around to the desk.
He picked up the photo placed at the corner of the desk and raised an eyebrow.
There was only one person in the photo; she was wearing a Prison guard uniform, just like the guards from yesterday, but her epaulets and the badge on her chest were slightly different.
Indeed, it was a woman, with tanned skin and full lips.
She looked to be around 30 years old, smiling widely at the camera in the photo.
"Hiss—"
Shawn looked at the photo, then turned back to look at the one-way mirror leading to the Deputy Warden's office… and then looked at the photo again.
He suddenly felt as if he understood something else.
The classic scenario he had imagined seemed to have taken a 360° turn.
"Americans really know how to have fun," Shawn once again showed a knowing smile.
With the Shotgun's muzzle slightly pointed towards the ground, Shawn sat down with a 'thud' on the thick leather chair.
Soft and comfortable, Shawn sank into it the moment he sat down.
But before Shawn could narrow his eyes and show a look of enjoyment, he was suddenly startled, his whole body bristling like a cat.
"Holy crap!"
Shawn roared.
He almost unleashed all the potential of his life, pushing his Strength Sequence to 120%, practically springing from the office chair in a 'jump'!
Shawn landed on the transparent coffee table in front of the desk.
But even though he successfully dodged it, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear when he thought of what had just happened.
With a strong and powerful hand, he tremblingly clutched his lower body and took two steps back.
And after Shawn got up and moved away, a female Walker in purple sexy lingerie poked her head out from under the desk.
She twisted her body, her sexy lingerie tearing with her movements, revealing skin even paler than a corpse dead for three days.
The female Walker stumbled out, her thighs encased in a pair of 10D black stockings, paired with black high heels.
Other parts of her were barely covered by fabric.
Looking at her, Shawn belatedly reacted, his face filled with surprise.
"Is this the Prison Warden?"
"No… not right, she's completely different from the photo, this one is clearly younger and has a better figure."
"If she was under the desk, doesn't that mean…"
"Hiss—"
Shawn gasped, suddenly feeling as if he understood something else, again and again.
He looked at the female Walker, then turned back to look at the one-way mirror leading to the Deputy Warden's office… and then looked at the female Walker again.
The thought that had just flipped over immediately did a 360° reversal again.
"For America, this doesn't seem to be a rare occurrence."
"Is this woman the Deputy Warden from the office next door?"
"Damn it, you guys really know how to have fun!"
Shawn gritted his teeth.
The moment he sat down, this dead woman came up and bit him!
Shawn's lower body only had wooden armor protecting his calves; the critical parts had almost zero defense.
If she had succeeded… Shawn couldn't help but shiver.
Having it but not using it, and not having it at all, are two completely different concepts.
Whether he turned into a Walker or not didn't matter at this point; the key was that Shawn didn't want to be the first man to lose that in the apocalypse.
And if he got bitten in that spot, Antibiotics might not even be able to fix it… Would he have to make a fake one out of wood?
Shawn's scalp tingled just thinking about it.
Even when facing the second Blood Moon, facing dozens of frenzied Berserkers, Shawn had never shown such an expression.
But at this moment, Shawn only felt intense lingering fear, his hair standing on end, a chill spreading from his stomach and moving straight down!
"Get out of here, you bastard."
"Open your mouth, I told you to open your mouth!"
After a brief shock, Shawn was instantly filled with anger, becoming uncharacteristically irritable.
He took two steps forward, raised the remington, jammed it into the Walker's mouth, and roared.
This female Walker wasn't hesitant at all; she looked at the gun barrel and bit down with an 'awww,' without the slightest hesitation.
Shawn rammed the Shotgun barrel deep inside.
Bang—!
The Walker fell with a 'thud,' a 'blossoming' hole appearing at the back of her head.
But one shot wasn't enough to vent his anger; Shawn strode forward and fired two more Shotgun blasts into the corpse.
Bang bang—!!
Shawn looked at her corpse, raised his hand, and tremblingly wiped away cold sweat.
"I knew seven days to die couldn't have changed its nature; it was waiting for me here."
From a certain perspective, this could be considered 'hidden.'
But Shawn quickly noticed something was wrong.
"Hey—"
"When all this happened, if they were doing that, where did the Prison Warden go?"
Shawn frowned, holding the remington, and walked to the desk.
He stopped at the side of the desk.
Through the glass reflection of the wooden bookshelf behind the desk, he saw a figure under the desk, with an ear tilted, seemingly listening to something.
This time, Shawn was so annoyed he laughed.
He tapped the desk with the gun stock.
"Damn it, if you're brave enough to play something exciting, come out! Don't hide down there and stay silent, I know you're here!"
As the original Prison Warden raised her head from under the desk, Shawn grabbed her long hair and dragged her directly towards the stairs.
The original Prison Warden was like a broken toy in Shawn's hand, completely powerless to resist.
Shawn dragged her to the side of the stairs and kicked her in the butt.
The Walker stumbled and rolled down the stairs.
"I'm hitting you~~~~"
Shawn, like a soaring roc, leaped directly from the nine steps, landing at the landing and crushing the Prison Warden's head with one foot.
He stomped on it forcefully with his boot a couple of times before Shawn exhaled deeply, a look of detachment and a hint of satisfaction on his face.
"That's better."
At this moment, Shawn was as holy as an enlightened monk, his noble character beyond question.
Back in the office, Shawn kicked the cabinet and rummaged under the sofa.
Only after confirming there were no more Walkers did he put away the remington he had been gripping tightly.
He didn't want another Walker to pop out and try to bite his little brother while he was searching.
Back at the desk, Shawn pulled the drawer.
Click—
The drawer didn't budge.
Shawn was startled.
Click—!!
The drawer suddenly sprang open.
A pile of colorful objects appeared, and Shawn disdainfully pushed them aside with the gun muzzle.
"And she calls herself the Prison Warden, guarding such a large Prison, yet she still uses fakes."
"Do they think everyone in the Prison is dead?"
At this point, Shawn suddenly realized.
"Now… they really are all dead."
Inside the drawer, beneath the colorful pile, a dark gun barrel was revealed.
It was a rather small ladies' pistol, easily tucked into a lady's cute cat-themed handbag.
Shawn casually stuffed the gun into his pants pocket; he could give it to Carol later.
Besides that, Shawn also found some expired, unopened food and two boxes of capsule coffee in the office.
And a magnetic card unique to the Prison Warden, obviously needed to access certain areas of the cells.
On the wall near the office entrance, there was also an overhead structural map of the Prison.
Looking at the Prison layout, Shawn stroked his chin.
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