The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Carl stopped, and Sean stopped too.

There were several figures in front of me, some were standing, some were squatting, and some were leaning casually against a tree trunk.

Carl and Sean walked up to them, which was a patch of woods next to the barn.

Carl was the first to speak, "Good morning, Daryl, Moore, Glenn, T-boy."

Daryl nodded.

"Good morning, Carl." Glenn smiled warmly.

"Good morning, Carl, Sean." Tzi smiled kindly.

"Damn, kid, do you think it's too early? I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour." Moore was the only one squatting, and he said unhappily with a cigarette in his mouth.

Karl glanced at his watch and said, "I said the gathering time is seven o'clock, and it's only six fifty now. It seems that you are all quite gentlemanly to come to the appointment so early."

"Carl, what do you want to talk to us about?" Glenn asked.

Except for the person involved, More, and Daryl who was inseparable from him, Glenn and T-boy were all called by Carl himself, not in the name of anyone else.

Carl nodded and looked at Mor, "Aren't you curious about the bruises on Mor's face?"

"Of course I'm curious, but I asked him and he didn't want to say." Glenn shrugged helplessly.

"Maybe you should ask more times?" Carl laughed.

"Damn it, little brat, do you deserve a beating?" Moore threw the cigarette butt on the snow and stood up.

"More, if you don't want to say it, then I'll do it, is that okay?" Carl asked.

"Shit, I'll do it myself." Moore said, "I just had a fight with a bastard yesterday. Even though I got hit on the face, it was just a sneak attack from that bastard. Then I pinned him to the ground and gave him a good beating. It's that simple."

Karl frowned slightly, but still spoke, "Forget it, let me do it. The fight is not the point. The point is that you pulled out the gun. After you pinned him to the ground, the crowd was furious and many people were very excited. You took out the gun and calmed them down."

"Shit, this is fucking problematic, it's none of my business..." Moore interjected in dissatisfaction.

"There is indeed a problem, but listen to me first." Carl nodded, opened the notebook, and continued;

"According to Moore, Eddie was the one who provoked yesterday. Yes, that should be the case. He was very honest before that. Moore took good care of him and he was also very honest."

"Wait? Take care? What do you mean?" Glenn asked suddenly.

"It means to clean up, how can you not understand? But this is not my intention, it was this bad little brat who asked me to do this." Moore said with a wicked smile.

"Carl? Why do you do this? This is not right." Glenn frowned slightly and said seriously.

Carl said calmly, "Maybe you should ask Maggie."

"What do you mean?" Glenn was stunned.

"What else could it be? That guy wanted to steal your girl, and this brat asked me to help you teach him a lesson. Don't you know that?" Moore said with a smile.

Glenn frowned even more. "You all know? Why don't I know?"

"Your injuries hadn't healed during that time. Maybe Maggie didn't want you to worry. Well, we'll talk about these off-topic topics later."

Karl's eyes still swept over several people, and he said seriously, "Now let's talk about serious matters, matters related to the survival of our team."

"What's the matter? It's so serious." Glenn asked in disbelief.

Carl took the flashlight from Sean and shone it into the notebook in his hand, which recorded the information of all the later comers.

As well as some of Carl's comments and mental speculations, this notebook was also casually placed on Beth's dressing table, and Carl believed that Beth had also seen it.

But Beth didn't see much after reading it. Apart from the information she asked, Carl didn't write down his other thoughts, such as using some letters and numbers to mark them, and only Carl himself knew the meaning.

Retracting his gaze, Karl looked at the few people and said, "You are all old people, I believe you should all trust each other, and I trust you too.

However, those latecomers are not worthy of our trust, at least not now. Perhaps most of them are good people who want to live a good life with us.

But as long as there is a dishonest person, if this person has some eloquence, then if he is placed in a group of people, he will influence more people.

On the contrary, people who are too honest cannot survive in the end times. You have all seen the outside world."

"Be direct, okay?" Daryl said calmly.

Karl raised his eyebrows slightly, then nodded and said directly;

"I suspect someone has already won over some people, and is waiting for the right time to kill us and take over the farm alone. Of course, they should leave the women behind, but as for children like me, they probably won't leave them behind."

"Why would they do this? We brought them back, accepted them, and provided them with food and shelter." Glenn asked in confusion.

Karl glanced at the others, no one spoke, but Karl knew that everyone else should know, so Karl said:

"Because no one wants to live under someone else's roof, because the weapons have been confiscated and there is no sense of security, because I live in a small building, but they live in a barn, because I can drink milk every day and even take a bath every day, but they have no milk to drink, and it is not even convenient to boil water, because there are many..."

Karl knew why others were reluctant to speak, because at first glance this seemed like the oppression of the common people by the nobles in the old society.

But what Carl wanted to say was that this was not the same, completely different, but there was no need to say it.

"Are we being too harsh on them..." Glenn said uncertainly.

"Shit." Moore said dissatisfiedly, "Don't we live in a barn too? How come we don't have so much shit to deal with?"

After winter, everyone in the original camp moved into the barn, except for Dell, who slept in the RV. Of course, the RV was also parked not far from the barn.

There is no way. If you set up a tent on the snow during the snowy season, you may never wake up the next day.

"Well, you live in a barn, but you never stop smoking and drinking. Others don't have the same treatment as you." Daryl said lightly.

Sean glanced at Carl with some dissatisfaction, as if blaming Carl for being too straightforward, and then said to others:

"Karl lives in the small building because Hershel allowed him to. Lori and I moved in because she was pregnant and Hershel agreed. However, Hershel's small building can no longer accommodate more people.

Carl was talking about milk because he is a child and needs milk. The other children in the team have also had plenty of milk. I know you can understand this."

"Of course we can understand." Glenn spoke first.

"Of course." Tzai also said.

Daryl nodded.

Moore curled his lips in disdain, "Who the hell cares about these trivial matters."

The reason why Carl spoke so bluntly was because he knew that the people in front of him would not have any grudges against him because of his peculiarities.

In fact, everyone present, just like Daryl said about Moore, was addicted to smoking and drinking, which was something that others did not have.

Everyone has some privileges to a certain extent. This is inevitable and normal.

After all, class is everywhere.

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