The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

January 28, sunny

The snow really began to melt. As far as I can remember, it seemed that winter was over at this time.

The melting snow was really cold, and even though I didn't want to, I still stayed in bed for the whole day.

It's actually okay, just treat it as a day off for yourself.

…

February 3, cloudy

After the snow, the temperature hasn't risen so quickly, but spring should be approaching.

Bucephalus is growing fast, he's taller than me, damn it, I'm shorter than a horse,

So angry!!!

Humph, if you grow faster I can ride you, so let you grow that fast.

By the way, I seem to have grown taller, and my strength has also increased, so it is not so difficult for me to lift the eagle.

…

February 21, light rain

Did the spring rain come early this year?

The spring rain is accompanied by bursts of spring thunder. Winter is really over and spring has arrived.

It's been almost half a year now. Looking back, time always passes by so quietly without us noticing.

It's almost time

Z, F, ×

I am very lucky. Meeting you is a kind of luck.

In such an environment, it seems even more fortunate.

Don't look at it anymore, I'm talking about you.

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Beth was stunned and quickly put down the notebook in her hand, looking back with a guilty conscience.

Karl just walked in while wiping his hair.

Beth pretended to be calm and sat on the bed, "Karl, are you done with your bath so soon?"

"Yeah." Carl nodded, put the towel aside, and sat down at the dressing table.

He noticed the notebook in the wrong place and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, but didn't say anything. He just took out another notebook and opened it.

"Shall I go and warm the milk for you?" said Beth.

"Thanks, Beth, that's very thoughtful." Carl smiled.

"That's good to know."

After Beth left, Carl turned to a blank page in his notebook and picked up the pen, but the tip of the pen hovered above the notebook and he didn't put pen to paper.

After hesitating for a moment, Carl sighed and began to write down the names one by one.

…

"Moir, Daryl, I know this is a little unfair to you. If you don't want to, you can discuss it again."

Carl was rarely hesitant.

Sean frowned slightly and remained silent, Daryl smoked with a calm expression, and Moore stared at the map on the wooden table in front of him with interest.

Well, this is in the woods behind the farm. The wooden table has been made for some time. We always need a place to discuss things. Not only is it a wooden table, it's also a place similar to a simple wooden house.

The wooden table was square, and there was just one person sitting on one side: Carl, Sean, Moore, and Daryl.

"Shit, you've already prepared everything, and now you tell me we can still negotiate?" Moore pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, but we have to make some preparations first." Carl nodded apologetically.

"You're really something special. Tell me about it." Moore cursed with a smile.

Carl nodded, pointed to one spot marked on the map and then to another, and said;

"This is where we are. I hope you and Daryl can take some people to take a look at this location. If nothing goes wrong, this will be the camp where we can really settle down."

"We're abandoning the farm?" Daryl suddenly said.

Carl looked a little unhappy, but he nodded. "You probably haven't forgotten the zombies before winter. The reason why we were able to survive the winter safely was because

It's just that the temperature is too low, and the zombies' blood will freeze outside, making them unable to move. But the cold winter alone won't freeze them to death, and the zombies should be waking up gradually during this period of time."

"What is this mark?" Moore suddenly asked, pointing to the third mark on the map, which was not far from the prison.

"Woodbury." Carl glanced at Moore. According to the original trajectory, this is your old club.

"Woodbury? What's that?" Moore raised an eyebrow.

Karl shook his head, "This is not important, let's talk about it later, let's talk about the important things first, first of all, we have a clear route, it's only over a hundred kilometers.

Even if there is some traffic jam on the road, one day should be enough to get there. Winter has just passed, and judging from the outdoor temperature in the past few days, even if the zombies have regained their mobility, their bodies should still be stiff for a while.

Therefore, the threat of zombies on this road is actually not that big. Of course, this is just normal. After all, in this world, no one can tell what they will encounter.

But under normal circumstances, if you go, the biggest threat is actually humans, but as long as you are careful, with the skills of you two brothers, there shouldn't be any problem.

But I can't guarantee this kind of thing 100%, so whether you like it or not, I will respect your choice."

"Why us? What if we don't go?" Daryl said lightly.

Karl was silent for a few seconds before explaining, "Because you are the most suitable, you are the elders in the camp, you are good enough, and you can suppress others.

If you don't go." Carl glanced at Sean and continued, "Sean and I will go."

"Aren't you afraid that if it's really safe there, we will just ignore you?" Daryl asked.

"You won't, I'm sure." Carl said confidently.

"Shit." Moore laughed and took out a cigarette and lit it.

Daryl raised his eyebrows slightly and continued, "What is Woodbury?"

"A small town, a small town made up of survivors, with a population of about a hundred people." Carl answered truthfully.

"Then why don't we just go to Woodbury and join them? It should be safer in numbers," Daryl said.

"The leader of Woodbury is not a good person. He has a strong desire for control. He may accept outsiders, but he will only accept those he is sure he can control.

As for us, I am sure he will only accept some of them, and for the rest, he will find a way to deal with them. "Karl said calmly.

"Why do you know so much? Kid, how did you know that?" Daryl narrowed his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

Carl hesitated for a moment, then said directly, "I can see the future, so I know. Listen, I know this sounds a bit outrageous, but this is the reality."

"This..." Daryl frowned slightly. His first reaction was that it was nonsense, but there seemed to be no other explanation.

Moore smiled nonchalantly and said, "If anyone else said this, I would definitely think he was teasing Master Moore, but I actually believe what you said."

Carl nodded, not paying attention to the reactions of Moore and Daryl, and continued, "Eddie, Zack, Bruce…you take the eight of them.

If there is danger, protect yourselves first. It doesn't matter if the others die. Also, be careful. If these people show any signs of making small moves, kill them directly without hesitation."

"Damn it, in this damn world, a little brat actually asked me to kill someone, it's really hell." Moore said with a laugh.

Carl hesitated, then turned to Sean, "Sean, can you wait for me outside? I'll be there soon."

"Is there something you need to avoid me for?" Sean frowned slightly, somewhat incredulous.

"Sorry Sean, but it's really best if you don't know about this," Carl said.

"It's really hell. Okay, Carl, maybe you should give me an explanation later." Sean stood up helplessly.

"Maybe." Carl nodded and watched Sean leave before turning his attention back to Moore and Daryl.

"What's the matter that requires you to send your godfather away?" Moore's mouth was as rude as ever.

"I hope you can help me keep an eye out for someone on the road. If you meet him, you must bring him back. You don't need to force him, just tell him that I'm here."

"who?"

"Rick Grimes."

"Grimes?"

"Well, my father, this is his picture."

This was what Carl had taken from Lori in advance.

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