The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Well, there really were no surprises.

Good luck.

Sean slowed down the car. He could see the vast grassland surrounded by barbed wire ahead.

Daryl and More were already standing outside the barbed wire. More was fiddling with the intercom, probably trying to contact the people who stayed there to open the door.

The armored vehicle also stopped in front of the barbed wire, and Sean turned off the engine and prepared to get out.

"Wait." Carl raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's wrong?" Sean looked at Carl puzzledly.

"Just wait. Remind Maul and Daryl to be careful."

The journey was smooth and there were no accidents, but Karl felt that it shouldn't be so smooth. If an accident really happened, then now would be the most appropriate time.

It's always a good idea to prepare for the worst. As the saying goes, it can't be that bad. Carl thinks this makes a lot of sense.

Carl stared ahead vigilantly, his hand already touching the Glock at the base of his thigh. There was no need to look for cover deliberately, as this armored vehicle itself was the best cover.

Sean picked up the intercom and was about to give a reminder when the door opened.

The door was pushed open.

Carl was slightly stunned, the door opened, and Moore and Daryl walked in. Carl had some impression of the person who opened the door, Lor, a white guy in his twenties, who was brought back with Adolf and the others.

Daryl pushed the door open completely, then waved to Sean, signaling him to go in directly.

However, because of what Carl just said, Sean hesitated.

"Drive in, it should be fine." Carl carefully looked at the scenery of the prison in front of him.

It's that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling again.

It was very similar. Based on the first glance from the outside, there was almost no difference from what Carl remembered.

The barbed wire fence is about three meters high and is divided into two layers, inner and outer. There is a distance of two or three meters between the two layers, and behind it is a piece of grass with a slight slope.

The grassland is very vast, and there is a distance behind the grassland before the inner circle wall. There are several large buildings inside the wall, as well as a lot of open space.

The layout of the prison is similar to that of a Chinese character "回". The barbed wire is the large "mouth" outside the character, the wall is the small "mouth" inside, the small "mouth" is the building, and it is also the core area. There is a wide grassland between the two "mouths".

Carl couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly. Although he only saw one direction, Carl was sure that this prison was bigger than he had imagined.

This is a good thing. Carl feels that with the size of this prison, it shouldn't be a problem to accommodate thousands of people.

However, being big does not come without disadvantages, which means that there will be a lot of zombies inside.

After entering through the gate, there was still a road from the lawn to the inner wall, but Sean still parked the car directly on the side of the road.

The four people that Moore left behind were all here and had all come out, so it looked like there would indeed be no problems.

After stopping the car, Sean got out first, holding his weapons: a Mossberg shotgun, an HK416 rifle, and two pistols.

Well, Sean alone accounted for four guns.

Carl also got out of the car, and the others also got out with the weapons that had been distributed long ago.

Most of them are a rifle or shotgun, a pistol, a machete or a steel pipe that has been sharpened.

"Fuck you, what did I tell you to do? What the hell are you doing here? Are you gay? Damn, I really want to stab a knife into your brains, you bunch of rubbish."

Moore was cursing at the few people who stayed behind.

Lor, Brent, Brandi, and Daniel lowered their heads and said nothing, not because they didn't want to refute, but because they would be beaten if they did.

Seeing this, Sean couldn't help but frown slightly and said to stop him, "Moir, forget it, they have worked hard too."

"What a waste of effort! Each one is more useless than the other. I ask them to deal with the corpses and they can't even do a good job." Moore pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Let's talk about the body after we have dealt with everything." Sean approached Lor and the other three and patted Lor's shoulder.

"You've worked hard, Mor, that's it, don't take it too seriously."

Carl didn't care about the conversation between Sean and the others. Sean knew how to calm people down, and someone had to play the good cop and the bad cop role.

Carl looked around and saw many dead bodies of zombies lying on the grass, everywhere. It seemed that they were dealt with by Moore and his men.

The iron gate in the distant wall was closed, but through it one could still see many zombies wandering aimlessly.

Now it seems that all the zombies in the grass should have been cleared, mainly inside the inner walls.

Carl retracted his gaze, walked to Sean, and asked Lor and the others, "Have you checked the barbed wire? Is there any place where the zombies can pour in?"

Lor was slightly stunned and looked at Sean without responding. The reactions of the others were similar.

Carl frowned slightly. That was it. That was really annoying. People who didn't understand him would never take him seriously. Now he couldn't just take out the Glock and ask them again.

Not to mention that they have guns in their hands now, and they will need these people later.

Brandi seemed to still have some impression of the child who asked her the question, so she said, "Carl, we checked it and found a few gaps. We repaired them."

"Thank you." Carl nodded, then looked at Sean, "Sean, let someone check the barbed wire again to make sure there are no more zombies pouring in from the outside, and then we can start cleaning up the inside."

"Yeah." Sean nodded and looked at the others, including the people he brought with him. "Pete, Zach, you two start checking the barbed wire from the left. Quilly, Jane, you start checking from the right. Be careful. This is related to our safety. If something unexpected happens, we may be attacked from both sides."

"Of course, I'm always careful." Pete smiled and then called Zack to set off.

Quilly and Jane also nodded and set off together in the other direction.

Quilly is the only female among the fifteen people here, except Andrea.

Everyone who comes here has a certain level of fighting ability, and Quilly is no exception. Even in terms of hand-to-hand combat, many men are no match for her.

According to Carl's records, Quarley was only 28 years old, but he was nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 170 pounds.

Very burly. Well, although this is not very suitable to describe a woman, it is true. However, it is indeed an advantage in the apocalypse.

"We should discuss what to do. There are probably a lot of zombies in there." Sean looked at another big door inside in the distance and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Let's get closer and observe first." Carl said.

Sean nodded, asked two people to stay here to keep watch and pay attention to the road they came from, and then led the others towards the inner wall.

As Sean and his group approached, the zombies inside the wall also discovered them and became excited. The densely packed zombies immediately pounced on the iron gate, stretching out their arms and waving them wildly.

Sean stopped when he was still a few meters away from the iron gate, and looked at the dense group of corpses behind the iron gate, frowning.

Karl also frowned. There were indeed a lot of them, and this was probably only part of them.

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