The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

There is darkness before my eyes,

My whole body is still warm.

Carl, who had just opened his eyes, was a little confused for a moment.

Where are you?

Rubbing his eyes, Carl sat up and saw Beth sitting in front of the dressing table.

Beth was flipping through a copy of "The Lady of the Camellias" out of boredom, pouting and curling her lips from time to time, seeming a little unhappy.

Carl raised his eyebrows slightly. During this period, Carl had read most of the books in Hershel's house.

Most of them are boring religious books and more serious classics, and very few can be called story novels.

Carl was already very tired from training every day, and he didn't want to be so serious during the few times he had to read and relax.

So Carl tried to choose some story novels, and then he finished reading the first one in a week without understanding it in detail.

Karl was a little confused, and then he flipped through a lot of other novels. Karl read these novels faster. Karl just wanted to understand the main meaning they wanted to convey.

Then after more than a week, Carl gave up the idea of ​​reading the novel. Well, it would be better to read the Bible than the novel.

Not to mention how much personal opinion is mixed in almost every novel, whether it is criticism, satire, or cynicism.

These are not important. What is important is the ending. Carl couldn't understand why it was obviously a novel.

Why does it have to be a tragic ending?

What is the purpose of a novel? Isn't it to allow people to relax in a fantasy world?

Why does even the fantasy world have to have a tragic ending?

It's as if if a work doesn't end in tragedy, it can't be called a real writer, and its work can't become a famous masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

That's right, Carl read more than ten books, and without exception, the endings were all tragic!

Perhaps it is precisely because of tragedy that it leaves such a deep impression on people, and this is also one of the criteria for whether a work can be passed down from generation to generation. Therefore, the trend of tragedy is becoming more and more serious.

But this has nothing to do with Carl. Carl doesn't like tragedy, especially when it is associated with the word "ending".

So after that, Carl would rather read a Bible for an hour before going to bed than touch those novels.

It has to be said that Herschel was indeed a devout Christian believer. He actually collected all the New and Old Testaments of the Bible, a total of sixty-six volumes.

This also allowed Carl to start reading from the beginning of the Old Testament, Genesis. Carl likes to see things from beginning to end.

Perhaps this is the reason why Carl reads such a boring book. However, it is suitable to read a boring book when you are bored. If he has time, Carl will still read it every day.

Carl was not a fast reader. He only read up to the fourth volume, "The Old Testament: Numbers", in several months. The main reason was that many parts of the book were difficult to understand and the meaning was unclear.

However, Carl saw a familiar name, a character who appeared in both the first and second volumes, Abraham.

It was then that Carl realized how outrageous these guys' names were. No wonder Maggie didn't say anything about the name Bucephalus even though she knew where it came from.

Abraham, I wonder how long it will take before I can meet him again, or if the trajectory changes, will I still meet him?

Thinking of this, Carl couldn't help but frown slightly. Not to mention Abraham's own fighting ability, the fake scientist Eugene beside him was also very important.

Just think about how valuable people who can make bullets are in the end times.

"Karl, how long have you been awake? Why don't you speak? How long have you been staring at me like this!"

Beth then realized that Carl had sat up on the bed, and he woke up but didn't call her, which made Beth a little unhappy.

I still feel a little creepy. I don't know how long this person has been staring at me from behind.

"Sorry, if possible, please read less of the novels like that in your hand." Carl said as he retreated back into the quilt.

I slept with my clothes on and was still quite cold when I woke up.

"You think I want to? This is boring." Beth threw the "Lady of the Camellias" in her hand aside and said, "Have you read this novel?"

Karl nodded slightly, "I've watched some of it. It's a tragedy, so don't watch it. I don't like tragedies, and watching too many tragedies will make you tired of the world."

"I know, I've finished reading it a long time ago. It's not as exaggerated as you say. If it weren't for boredom, who would want to read a novel?" Beth pouted in dissatisfaction.

Carl thought it should be more exaggerated. According to the original trajectory, you still wanted to commit suicide, and maybe these things had an impact on you.

"Karl, you have seen the ending, right? If you were Armand, would you misunderstand Marguerite? How would you choose between your family and her?"

Beth looked at Carl and wanted Carl's answer.

Carl closed his eyes helplessly and said helplessly, "Beth, what did I say? You will be affected. Don't use it to bring reality, okay?"

Beth looked at Carl insistently, "I didn't bring it up. I just want to know, what would you do if you were Armand? Would you disobey your father for Margaret?"

Carl hesitated for a moment, looked into Beth's eyes, and chose to answer.

"If I were in Armand's position and experienced that, I would probably misunderstand Marguerite, but I would not be as cowardly as him. I would ask Marguerite for the truth.

If Margaret is willing to give the promise, I will believe her and live with her in a place where no one knows her. If she is unwilling, I will kidnap her.

Well, I don't like tragedy. I can't change much. I can only change what I can change. But I believe that reality is not tragedy, Beth! "

Carl sat up and looked at Beth, "Beth! We are reality, we are not tragedy, that's my answer!"

Beth was stunned. She couldn't quite understand what Carl meant, but she also felt that Carl seemed to have some deeper meaning.

Carl lay back on the bed, squinting his eyes and taking a rest. He was not very awake after just waking up. After a while, he asked, "Beth, what time is it?"

"Damn it, didn't I give you my watch?"

"Well, it's always been on my wrist and I've never taken it off, but I just don't want to stick my arm out of the covers now. You can understand, it's cold."

"Damn it, Carl, you know what? You're like my father when he was an alcoholic. You don't want to do anything yourself. You even have to ask us to get you a glass of water."

"Sorry, so you'll tell me what time it is, right?"

"Damn it! It's past four o'clock. If you sleep a little longer you can catch up with dinner. Carl, I really want to beat you up."

"I won't fight back." Karl suddenly threw back the quilt, turned over, sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes.

Beth was startled, "Why did you get up suddenly?"

"I remember I promised to accompany you to build snowmen, have snowball fights, and be hit by snowballs." Carl looked at Beth and said with a smile.

"Aren't you cold? You just woke up." Beth frowned slightly, "I'm fine. Looking at the weather, the snow won't melt tomorrow. You can stay with me tomorrow."

"It's different, today is Christmas." Carl put on his shoes and stood up.

"Well, you volunteered."

"Of course, with pleasure."

Carl smiled.

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