The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

January 1, light snow

Is this the new year?

It's been a great year, a great day.

This year, this day,

The first sight was Beth, and the last sight was also Beth.

It feels good to have Beth by my side the whole time.

Sometimes I feel that it would be a good idea to live on the farm with Beth forever.

Damn it!

Have I been corrupted?

no!

Carl, you have to remember that the farm is not safe. Don't be fooled by the beauty in front of you.

Only by being prepared for danger in times of peace can you achieve long-term success.

Well, you have to remember it.

Remember that for Beth's sake.

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Suddenly there was a very faint sound of footsteps.

Karl closed the diary and turned back helplessly.

"Who do you think is so bored that he would peek at you? You are so bored that you even write a diary." Beth pouted and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Just because I'm bored." Carl smiled. There was nothing shameful in his diary.

Usually the diary is placed directly on this dressing table. If I'm not mistaken, Beth must have read it many times, but Carl just pretends not to know.

"It's heated up. It's almost nine o'clock. Drink it and go to bed." Beth handed Carl a box of milk and was drinking one herself.

"Well, thank you." Carl nodded and took it.

After drinking the milk, go to bed and lie down.

The two of them were neither deliberately far apart, nor were they too close to sleep in each other's arms like a couple.

Carl glanced at Beth and said, "I have something to do tomorrow, so I may not be able to accompany you."

"Damn it, who needs your company?" Beth rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Why have you ever accompanied me? Aren't you busy every day?"

Karl smiled helplessly, not taking it seriously, and continued, "What I mean is that I may disappear from your sight for a day tomorrow. Of course, I will definitely come back in the evening."

Although Carl would practice with a knife or a gun whenever he had free time these days, or learn something from Hershel, all of this was always within Beth's sight.

Beth frowned and turned to look at Carl. "Where are you going? What are you going to do? The snow hasn't melted yet. Can you still go out?"

"I'm sorry, Beth. I don't mean to hide anything from you, but there are some things that are useless for you to know. They will only make you worry. If you can, please don't ask?"

Carl looked at Beth and said seriously.

"Damn it." Beth looked away. "Sleep!"

"Well, goodnight, Beth."

Carl closed his eyes.

"Good night, Carl."

…

Beth is there before I close my eyes, and Beth is there after I open my eyes.

Carl was already very satisfied with this feeling.

Carl woke up very early today. Looking at Beth's still sleeping face and her slightly open mouth, Carl smiled.

After watching for a while, Carl got out of bed very carefully, covered Beth with the quilt first, and then put on his clothes and shoes.

Then he went to the bathroom to wash up. During this process, Carl was still very careful and Beth didn't wake up.

After packing everything up, tying the holster, and taking another notebook from the dresser, Carl stayed by the bed for a few seconds before gently opening the door and then gently closing it.

I glanced at Beth's watch on her wrist. It was twenty past six.

At this time, and it's winter, people in other rooms should still be sleeping.

There was a faint candlelight in the corridor, enough for Carl to see the stairs clearly.

Carl came to the first floor and Sean was already waiting by the stairs.

Because it was still early, Carl didn't say anything and just nodded for fear of disturbing others. Sean also understood and didn't say anything.

Carl went to the kitchen and got two slices of bread, handed one to Sean, bit his own piece in his mouth, opened the door, walked out with Sean, and closed the door gently.

After they got out of the door, Sean spoke, "Karl, why did you ask me out so early today?"

Carl took a bite of the bread, held it, and asked, "Sean, do you know how many of us there are now?"

Sean thought for a while before saying, "Now, the total number should be thirty-nine, including Judith who has not been born yet."

Karl frowned slightly, glanced at Sean, and continued to walk forward, saying as he walked,

"Yes, if you count Judith, it's thirty-nine, but you've been thinking about it for a long time. You're not counting now, are you? Sean, you don't seem to be very concerned about this."

"Is that so?" Sean frowned slightly, somewhat unable to understand.

Carl nodded and said calmly;

"It seems that not only I have been corrupted, but you as well. However, at least I am aware of it, while you are not. You have been living with my mother on the farm.

I understand that you are very happy, but you shouldn't let your guard down too much, especially as a leader. You shouldn't just focus on my mother, you should focus on everyone.

Sean, I'm not teaching you a lesson, I'm just reminding you. After all, I was almost corrupted, but fortunately, fortunately..."

"Karl, it doesn't matter if you teach me a lesson. Maybe you are right. I have been too relaxed during this period."

Sean swallowed the bread in two bites and said helplessly, "Carl, you may be a better leader than me."

"Indeed, I want to, too, but others won't recognize me as much as you do." Carl looked at Sean and smiled, "So, man, you have to give it some effort."

"Okay, so what did you call me here for today man?" Sean laughed.

"As for the topic just now, apart from the twelve people at the beginning of the team and the six people on the farm, the latecomers, that is, the survivors you found later, there are exactly twenty people.

There are fifteen men and five women, aged between seventeen and forty-two. Sean, do you find any problems?" Carl turned his head and looked at Sean.

Sean somewhat understood what Karl meant, and couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Karl, are you saying that some of those latecomers have problems?"

Carl nodded slightly, "The main problem is that their strength far exceeds ours. Although we have eighteen people, less than half of us are truly capable of fighting.

As for those who came later, they were able to survive in the outside world and almost all of them were capable of fighting. Although the weapons were in our hands, this did not ensure that they would be completely at ease. "

Sean's face darkened, and after touching his waist, he could already guess why Carl called him today. Fortunately, perhaps he was indeed somewhat corrupted by comfort as Carl said, but he still did not give up the habit of carrying weapons with him.

Carl continued, "Basically, we have been too lax in our supervision of them. Although Moore has been keeping an eye on them, you know Moore's character.

He could suppress those people, but that only made them fear him, and a rule maintained by fear was fragile. Of course, it couldn't be considered a rule now, but it was almost the same.

Of course, maintaining rule also requires awe, and awe is linked to fear.

But you can't just rely on fear, otherwise it will explode after being suppressed for too long."

"Has it already broken out? Or is it about to break out?" Sean raised his eyebrows slightly.

Carl said;

"He's probably on the verge of exploding. Do you know what I was just thankful for? I was thankful that I met Mor yesterday and saw the bruises on his face. Otherwise, with Mor's personality, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to tell a little brat like me anything."

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