The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

　　"Herschel, you have never been out to see the outside world. You don't know what people living outside are going through. Although you know that the world has changed, you don't have a personal experience, and you don't have a specific understanding."

　　Carl said this in a very gentle tone. Carl did not want to irritate Hershel.

　　But it seems that Hershel was not so easily provoked. He just frowned slightly and said, "Karl, what do you want to say?"

　　Carl hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I think the safety of the farm is coming to an end. We need to prepare early."

　　"Carl! What are you talking about?" Hershel frowned slightly and his tone became heavier.

　　Now that it has been said, there is no need to hesitate. Karl said directly,

　　"Herschel, what do you think the farm's defenses can stop? Zombies? Or humans? The reason why we can still live safely on the farm is actually because of good luck.

　　No hordes of zombies have discovered us, nor have hordes of humans with malicious intent discovered us, but, Hershel, we can't rely on luck for everything.

　　I know I won't be popular for saying this, but I still feel it's necessary to say that we can't wait until the sword of Damocles is hanging over our heads before making plans."

　　Hershel frowned tightly. What Carl said was not only unpleasant, but if it was someone else who said it more bluntly, Hershel would even think that he was cursing himself and his farm.

　　But if it was what Carl said, Hershel was willing to think about it and put aside his instinctive emotions first, although it was indeed difficult.

　　Well, it's difficult when someone says that a place where you've lived for decades is going to be destroyed, a place with countless memories, good and bad.

　　It is not easy to accept a place like this where you meet the person you love, get married and have children.

　　But now, Hershel suppressed the unhappiness, discomfort, disbelief, anger and other negative emotions in his heart. He was thinking about how much truth there was in what Carl said.

　　After the disaster, Hershel also left the farm and encountered zombies, but this does not mean that Hershel really understands the outside world now.

　　Hershel didn't know how bad the world outside was right now, but he could imagine it.

　　"Carl, what do you mean?" Hershel finally spoke.

　　Carl said, "We need to find a place that is safe and spacious enough for all of us to move to. Only when it is safe can we start a normal life."

　　"So what do you think is safe? Do you know such a place?" Hershel asked in a flat tone.

　　Carl nodded and shook his head. "To be honest, I don't know where is absolutely safe, but I know a place that is much safer than the farm."

　　"Tell me?" Hershel picked up the teacup with a calm expression.

　　Carl said, "It's a prison, very spacious, only a hundred kilometers away from us."

　　"Wait, prison?" Hershel suddenly interrupted Carl. "Does the prison you're talking about have walls? How big is it? Are there any supplies?"

　　Carl was stunned for a moment and then said, "There is indeed no wall, but there are two layers of barbed wire, and it is very large. There is space for us to grow some food. As for supplies, there may be some food, but not too much."

　　Hershel put down his teacup. "In that case, Carl, why do you think the prison will be safer? Just because of the barbed wire? If it's because of the barbed wire, we can also put one around the farm."

　　"No, Hershel, you don't understand. That kind of barbed wire is not so easy to lay. It is a whole structure that can stop a lot of zombies. Moreover, it has a wall in the inner circle of the building."

　　"Carl, if you want a safe place, why can't we make the farm safer? We can transform it, I don't mind."

　　"It's not that simple, Hershel. Even if we transform it, it's almost impossible to achieve a relatively safe level with the current conditions, manpower, and materials on the farm."

　　"This is my farm!" Hershel suddenly became excited.

　　"I know." Carl nodded slowly. "I also know you don't want to leave it. I can understand that, but there are some things that cannot be helped. I'm not saying that I want you to leave now. I'm telling you in advance because I hope you have enough time to prepare yourself mentally."

　　Hershel leaned on the sofa, as if deflated. He said nothing more. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking about.

　　Karl hesitated for a moment, sighed in his heart, and prepared to get up and leave.

　　Carl didn't think that Hershel would give up the farm just by having a casual chat with him. He said it now just to give Hershel some mental preparation.

　　But just as Carl stood up, Hershel stopped Carl.

　　"Carl."

　　Carl stopped and looked at Hershel, "What's wrong, Hershel, maybe I should give you some time to calm down."

　　"I want to ask you, did you see anything?" Hershel's pair of somewhat cloudy eyes were particularly bright at this moment, staring at Carl closely.

　　After a moment's silence, Karl nodded slowly.

　　"What did you see?" Hershel asked nervously.

　　After sorting out the somewhat blurred images in his mind, Carl said slowly,

　　"Dark night, fire, zombies, gunshots, chaos, and fall."

　　Hershel understood and collapsed on the sofa, powerless.

　　Carl just stood there, looking at him quietly.

　　After a long moment, Hershel asked, "How long?"

　　"I don't know, but it's always a good idea to make some preparations in advance, Hershel. You have to think about your two daughters. They are not married yet, and they still need you to lead them into the marriage hall.

　　Afterwards, they will have a happy family and give birth to lovely children. Those lovely children will surround you, call you grandpa, open their little hands, and hope to be in your arms.

　　Herschel, you should think about these, these beautiful things. The past is the past after all. What is important is the present and the future.

　　Hershel, believe me,

　　Bad situations are only temporary.

　　It's normal to give up some things when things are bad, and these are just some unimportant things.

　　What matters is actually just your feelings, the feelings you place on it, but you have enough time.

　　You have this time to transfer your feelings to other things, things that can be taken away, or the person in front of you.

　　Compared to the illusory emotional sustenance, what is important is what you have now. Hershel, you already have a lot. There are many people who have lost their loved ones, including me.

　　Trust me, Hershel.

　　everything will become better."

　　"Karl, thank you for your comfort, but I'm not that fragile yet. I'm just thinking about something."

　　Hershel waved his hands somewhat disinterestedly, "Okay, I want to be alone for a while and calm down."

　　Karl nodded, picked up his teacup and drank it all. After talking for so long, he was indeed a little thirsty.

　　Then leave.

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