The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

The breeze in early spring should be tranquil but with a hint of freshness and vitality.

But now, with a breeze blowing, Carl couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

The smell of the breeze passing through the corpses is beyond description.

If I wasn't already used to it, I would probably spit it out.

Carl held onto the fence, looking at the dense crowd of zombies ahead and below, his brows furrowed.

Carl is now in the watchtower next to the inner wall gate, although he doesn't know why the watchtower is located outside the gate.

Perhaps it's because prisons need to monitor the inside rather than the outside.

But this is not important. What is important is that from this position you can clearly see the scene inside the wall, and there are quite a few buildings inside the wall.

Near the gate is a parking lot, which is quite spacious and should serve a similar purpose as a square. There are also two basketball hoops next to it.

However, after this square, the view is blocked by the buildings inside the prison. The only thing that can be confirmed is that there should be three or four squares like this, and perhaps there will be more smaller squares.

A lot of zombies have gathered at the gate, so densely packed that there are probably hundreds of them lying on the gate alone.

It doesn't look like there are many, but they are only the zombies in this area. As long as the noise gets louder, the zombies from other places will instantly come over.

"Maybe we can clean out the zombies here first, then close the doors connecting to other squares, and clean up one yard at a time." Sean said.

"This is a bit risky." Daryl's tone was as calm and light as always.

"Let's just shoot here. I'm sure I can hit the target in the head at this distance." Andrea said confidently.

"We need to save bullets. We need to deal not only with zombies, but also with the zombies. As for the zombies, we should use cold weapons as much as possible." Carl said.

"I know that." Sean nodded, then looked at Daryl, "It won't be a problem if you're careful."

Daryl nodded slightly.

Sean said, "Pete and the others are back. Looks like I have to go down. Daryl and I will go down. Carl, Andrea, you two stay up here and keep watch. If anything happens, notify us immediately. You can also provide us with remote cover at the same time."

After saying that, Sean looked at Carl again and said seriously, "Carl, we are going to fight hand-to-hand this time. You must not follow us. You must stay here."

"Don't worry, I won't go in even if you ask me to follow you. I can still tell the difference between bravery and suicide." Carl said.

Sean nodded. "Be careful not to hit us. If there is no emergency, don't rush to shoot. Wait for my notice."

"No problem." Andrea agreed immediately.

"You should also be careful. By the way, there may be zombies wearing explosion-proof suits and explosion-proof helmets in there. You have to pry their heads off to kill them.

Maybe you can put on those explosion-proof suits, which will be much safer." Carl reminded.

"Well, let's go down first." Sean nodded, and he and Daryl climbed down the ladder on the back.

After Daryl and Sean left, Carl sat down, took out the Glock, installed the silencer, counted the bullets, and filled the spare magazines.

Andrea fiddled with her only Remington M40 sniper rifle and said to Carl, "Carl, when I was your age, I was still worried about homework."

"I can't help it. I'm forced by the circumstances. Maybe there's nothing wrong with worrying about homework." Carl said calmly.

Andrea smiled and said, "If you were given a chance to choose, would you choose to face the zombies or worry about homework?"

Carl hesitated for a moment, then said, "Actually, your choice is not rigorous. Facing zombies is no big deal as long as you are prepared. Well, I wouldn't have worried about homework before.

So these two choices don't matter to me. Maybe what you want to ask is, do I want the world before the catastrophe or the world now? "

Andrea was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, which one do you like?"

"Now this." Carl said without hesitation.

"Haha, so it's just a child, there are actually people who like such a world." Andrea smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"Yeah." Karl nodded. He didn't want to explain, but he said something inexplicably.

"It doesn't matter what the world is like. At least we are still alive. What matters is who is by your side. As long as there are worthy people, then this world is worth living. At least that's the case for me."

"Oh? Carl, who taught you that?"

"They've started." Carl held the Glock and looked down.

Sean and his group, a total of about ten people, all walked to the gate. The gate was very wide, about six or seven meters, and a dozen people could stand at the same time without being crowded, and they could still keep some distance between them.

The door was an iron door with a fairly large gap in the middle. Although it wasn't big enough for zombies to get out, it was no problem to stab a cold weapon directly into it.

Approaching the zombies through the door in this way is very safe, and as long as you are careful not to be grabbed by the zombies' arms, it is also efficient.

As cold weapons, machetes, daggers, steel pipes, and everything else stabbed through the iron door, the zombies suddenly lost power and collapsed to the ground helplessly.

This method seemed good, but Carl knew that this situation would not last long, as the fallen bodies would block the area near the gate.

The other zombies couldn't get close, so Sean and the others couldn't touch them.

Carl believed that Sean also knew about it, including how to thoroughly clean up the prison afterwards. Sean should also have some ideas, so he didn't need to say it himself.

Soon, there were a lot of bodies piled up behind the iron gate. The others were still going on. Sean stepped back, took out the intercom and said,

"I forgot to remind you just now, don't use guns without silencers, especially your Remington, Andrea. Don't use it."

Carl picked up the intercom Sean left behind and replied, "Okay."

Then he looked at Andrea and said, "Listen, don't use the Remington. It will excite all the zombies in the prison."

"Of course, I know the importance of this." In addition to this sniper rifle, Andrea also has a pistol, and this pistol originally belongs to her.

The Smith Women's Pistol is very friendly to women in terms of both appearance and weight.

At this time, the bodies behind the door had almost piled up, so everyone stopped, got ready, and opened the door.

Almost half of the zombies in the area were killed through the door just now. There are still dozens of them left, but because of the blocking of the corpses, they were unable to rush out in the first time.

Daryl shot the first crossbow arrow, and the zombie in the front fell down instantly. Then, everyone waited on both sides for the zombies to come out.

To be on the safe side, we have to deal with the zombies nearby first, then move the corpse away before going in.

One by one, the zombies pushed aside the bodies of their companions, or crawled directly over them, and approached Sean and the others excitedly with staggering steps.

Sean raised his eyebrows slightly, took a step forward, and chopped diagonally with the curved machete in his hand, directly chopping off half of a zombie's head to the ground.

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