The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Carl."

"Karl!"

"Karl!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Karl finally reacted and turned around quickly.

I saw Beth looking at me angrily.

"I called you so many times, can't you hear me?"

"Sorry, I didn't hear it." Carl shook his head, trying to come back to his senses as soon as possible.

Beth frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and measured Carl's forehead, a little worried, "Carl, you have been distracted a lot since you came back that day, what happened that day?"

"It's okay, I'm just thinking about something, Beth, I'll go get you some hot milk." Carl forced a smile and stood up.

Beth pointed helplessly at the dressing table next to Carl, although this dressing table has almost become Carl's desk now.

That's not the case. We can only say that when used together, it serves as both a desk and a dressing table.

Carl looked and saw two boxes of milk on his left hand side, which were slightly swollen, which meant they had been heated.

Karl couldn't help but frown slightly. Has his distraction become so serious?

"Carl, are you sure you're okay? I feel like you're worried about something, maybe you can talk to me." Beth looked at Carl with some concern.

"I..."

Carl was a little shaken and hesitated for a moment, then handed Beth a box of milk with a straw.

"Beth, do you think it's right to kill people?"

"Of course not." Beth answered without thinking, holding the milk.

Carl nodded and said nothing more.

Beth looked at Carl in confusion, "Carl, why do you ask this suddenly? What do you want to say?"

Carl shook his head and changed the subject, "The snow is melting soon."

"Yes, this winter is really cold." Beth nodded.

"Drink your milk and go to bed. It's cold outside." Carl also picked up another box of milk.

After drinking the milk, I lay on the bed. As usual, this is the time for chatting. After all, the night is long and there is nothing else to do except chatting.

But Karl was a little distracted today. To be more precise, he has been easily distracted these days since he came back that day.

Beth is somewhat used to it. If Carl doesn't want to say it, Beth has no way to deal with it. As for forcing Carl to say it, Beth thinks it shouldn't be done that way.

Karl turned his head and looked at Beth's delicate profile, a little absent-minded.

In fact, Carl also wanted to say it, but Carl knew that some things could not be said now, and Beth could not accept it.

Even if he wanted to, Carl had to keep his mouth shut.

The room fell into darkness, and Carl's eyes were still open.

I don't know when it closed.

…

The rotten face was very close to him.

Subconsciously, he pushed it away and reached for the holster, but found nothing.

More than one.

Rotten faces rushed towards him madly.

Without a weapon, he instinctively turned around and fled, moving his legs quickly.

All around, there were many rotten faces, with a fishy smell.

But those faces were blurry, as blurry as a ball of stirred ink.

Under your feet is a cement road, and all around are buildings that look like townhouses.

The main color is white, and the decoration is very nice, but these are somewhat clear at this time.

But when I wanted to see it more carefully, it became extremely blurry.

A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

There was no one else around.

As he was running, he stopped.

When he stopped, the owners of those rotten faces seemed to completely ignore him.

He stood there, looking around in a daze.

It seems like something important is missing.

But he couldn't remember it, and he half squatted down with his head in his hands, looking painful.

"Be..."

Everything around suddenly shook violently at this moment, just like an oil painting touching water, everything on the picture seemed to be melting away.

A strong figure suddenly rushed out from those blurry figures.

He had no time to react. The intruder was so powerful that he couldn't resist and was thrown to the ground.

The slightly ferocious face seemed somewhat clearer at this moment.

"Adolf Kolobnev."

There were some signs of decay on the face, and the lips had fallen off a little, so one could clearly see the black and yellow teeth and the rotten flesh on the gums.

The fishy smell hit my nose, and it was so real at this moment, as well as the roaring, biting, and sounds of flesh being torn off.

Before he could resist, or rather, he didn't have enough strength to resist, that disgusting rotten mouth and the even more disgusting teeth inside had already torn pieces of flesh and blood from his body.

But at this time there was not much despair or fear.

A complete pronunciation finally came out of his mouth.

"Beth!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, and everything in front of me was pitch black.

"Carl? What are you doing?" Beth said dazedly.

Hearing Beth's voice, feeling Beth beside me.

Carl immediately hugged Beth tightly with lingering fear.

"You, what are you doing?"

Beth was completely awakened by Carl's sudden action. Carl hugged her tightly, and Beth was a little flustered.

Although the room was dark, Beth could see Carl's face clearly in the moonlight.

The baby's chubby little face with very light freckles should have been a very cute face, but at this moment it was filled with fear and its eyes couldn't stop trembling.

Beth's heart softened, she hugged Karl's body, covered him with the quilt, patted Karl's back gently, and comforted him softly:

"Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, Carl, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here...""Um..."

I don't know how much time has passed, Beth looked at Carl, the expression on her face has become peaceful, and her breathing has become smoother.

"Falling asleep again?" Beth felt helpless about her current position, but she still didn't move Carl for fear of waking him up.

…

When Karl opened his eyes again, he saw a bright scene in front of him. His body was warm, soft, and fragrant...

After a while, Carl realized that he was actually hugging Beth, and now Beth's eyes were open, looking at him helplessly.

Carl was stunned for a moment, and the numbness in his arm woke Carl up. He quickly let go of Beth, and Carl said awkwardly;

"I'm sorry, Beth. I... I don't know what happened to me today. I used to sleep very well, you know."

After being released by Carl, Beth finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned over slightly and stretched her body, and asked, "Carl, don't you remember what happened last night?"

"Last night? Did I do something? I'm sorry..." Carl seemed to have no memory of what happened last night.

"You didn't do anything, you just had a nightmare. If you don't remember it, then don't remember it. It's not a good thing anyway." Beth sat up, put on her shoes and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Carl asked nervously, blurting out instinctively.

"Damn it." Beth turned around and glared at Karl helplessly, "Wash up, go to the bathroom, it's almost ten o'clock, you slept so well today."

Karl lay flat on the bed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the ceiling. His biological clock usually woke him up at around six o'clock, but it didn't work today.

As for last night...

Thinking of this, Karl couldn't help but frown.

It seems that I have forgotten everything, but also that I seem to remember something.

But there is an inexplicable sense of relief.

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