The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"It looks like the weather will be nice today."

"Yes, indeed."

"The temperature is also moderate, perhaps today will be a good day for a spring outing."

"Come on."

Karl was silent for a while, then said, "Maybe it is, but not now."

"Carl, maybe you should smile more. You smile less."

"Really? Actually, I smiled quite a lot, but not at you."

"Oh, damn, Carl, you're going to break my heart."

"Sean, you should have stayed. With Maul and Daryl, I'm sure nothing will happen to you."

"That won't do. Although you have a good relationship with Moore, he's too impulsive. He also likes to get crazy. I'm worried. Besides, we have Glenn and T-boy on the farm, so there won't be any problems. Oh, and there's Otis, who's also a good shooter."

Carl said nothing more. He turned his head slightly and wiped the thin frost on the car window with his palm. He looked out the window and saw dense oak trees flashing by quickly.

The zombies that occasionally appeared on the roadside would become excited when they heard the roar of the engine, but before they could get close, they were left far behind by the armored vehicle.

The car was going quite fast, around 80 miles per hour. At this speed, it would take two or three hours.

The rising sun is right in the direction we are heading, as if we are heading towards it.

"If we can get there earlier, maybe we can go back to the farm and spend the night," Sean said.

"Let's talk about it later. Let's try to clean out the prison first. Clean it out thoroughly."

This was the result of discussion. The plan was to clean up the prison first and then let others move in with all the supplies.

Carl knew that he, the butterfly, had already had a huge impact. Some people on the farm were growing too slowly compared to their original trajectory.

Even though they have practiced shooting and learned some skills, some things cannot be achieved by just practicing. They must go through some things before there can be a real transformation.

This is why Carl doesn't send everyone directly to prison. He's afraid of accidents, especially since many people now are weaker than they were at the time of the original trajectory.

The prison was not thoroughly cleaned, and several lives were buried.

Although there are not many people with me now, at least they are all fully combat-ready, with no old, weak or sick ones.

Well, except for Carl, who is "young", Carl feels that when he has a gun, there is not much difference between him and other combat forces, at least when it comes to dealing with zombies, that is indeed the case.

In fact, Sean didn't want Carl to join in, and Carl himself didn't really want to go either. Beth was still on the farm, and Carl was worried.

But Carl felt that he needed to go. Prison was one of the few relatively clear memories in Carl's mind, and Carl felt that these memories would be useful.

"Sizzle... Sean, I need to take a shit."

The intercom beside him rang, and Moore's voice came out clearly from the intercom.

Sean raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to pick up the walkie-talkie when he saw a motorcycle parked on the side of the road in front of him, so Sean pulled over directly.

After parking the car, Carl opened the door and jumped out. Sean turned around and opened the partition between the driver and the passenger seat, and said to everyone in the car:

"You can get off the bus for some air or to go to the bathroom."

This time when we went to the prison, we only drove an armored vehicle and a motorcycle. The armored vehicle itself can carry sixteen people, so there was actually no need to even drive a motorcycle.

But Moore and Daryl obviously don't want to stay in this, as he put it, "big tin can."

"How far is it?" Andrea asked Sean after getting out of the car.

Andrea also came. According to Sean, Andrea's shooting skills were the best among the others and she had made the most progress. She asked to come this time.

There are five old people, and if Carl is included, there are six newcomers, five men and one woman, a total of eleven people. These are all the people going to the prison.

If the four people who stayed in the prison were still there, then there would be fifteen people in total, which should be enough to clean out the prison.

According to Carl's estimation, with these people, using both knives and guns, they should be able to clean up the prison in about three days.

"Almost there. We should be only about one-third of the way there."

The one who answered was Daryl who was sitting next to the motorcycle. Moore held up his trousers while holding a cigarette in his mouth, and urged impatiently, "Brother, hurry up and stand guard for me. Damn it, you want to go to the toilet now."

"Be careful," Carl said, "Don't let the zombies bite your butt."

"Damn it, I don't have time to deal with a little brat like you." Moore left a word and took Daryl into the woods.

Other people on the bus also got off. Some were stretching their bodies, while a few went to the toilet.

Sean looked at Andrea helplessly and said, "Are you sure it's okay? I may not be able to take care of you when the time comes."

"I don't need you to look after me. Carl can come, so why can't I?" Andrea stretched.

"Don't drag me into this, okay?" Carl raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said to Sean, "I'm going to the bathroom too."

"Come on, I'll go with you." Sean said.

"No need, Daryl and the others won't go far." Carl didn't give Sean a chance to retort and ran straight to the woods.

Following the direction from which Daryl and More had just entered the woods, Carl soon saw Daryl and More squatting on the ground.

Well, Daryl was quite far away from Maul, and he didn't look in his direction.

Naturally, Carl would not go to Moore's side now, but walked in front of Daryl.

"Carl, what's wrong?" Daryl asked.

Carl was unusually nervous. In fact, he already had the answer, but there were some things he couldn't help but ask again even if he knew the answer.

"Did you see Rick while you were outside?"

Sean had been there before, but Carl never had the chance to ask. There was no need for Sean to know about this at the moment, and knowing it wouldn't change anything and would only make him think too much.

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew that already." Daryl said softly, "No, I said we haven't met any living people outside yet, I thought you understood what I meant."

"Even if you understand, you still have to ask again." Carl sighed and turned to leave.

Wherever Rick is now, go find Rick.

Carl had no clue at all. The only thing he was sure of was that Rick was not dead, he would definitely not die. But Carl was really not prepared for what would become of Rick after being away for so long.

"Carl." Daryl said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Carl turned around.

"I'll keep an eye out for you once I get a chance," Daryl said calmly.

"Well, thanks, don't tell Sean." Carl waved and turned away.

Carl shook his head and threw those messy things out of his mind. There were still many things to consider when he got to prison, and now was not the time to think about these things.

We rested on the spot for nearly twenty minutes, and then continued on our way. This time there shouldn't be any more stops on the way.

Well, provided nothing unexpected happens.

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