The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Sean walked in front.

As the current leader recognized by everyone and the one who gives orders, it is necessary for him to lead by example.

The team was in a cone shape, with Moore and Pete on either side of Sean.

Daryl was at the end, standing guard with a crossbow.

After entering the walled area, there were no more zombies to be seen. The zombies in the vicinity had been almost cleared out.

Maybe there are still a few scattered zombies in the corner, but that doesn't matter, at least not now. Sean led the team to approach the building on one side.

Sean needs to first make sure that all the doors of the buildings are closed. Sean's plan is to clean up the zombies outside first, and then clean up the inside of each building.

Finally, there is the largest prison area.

The group was very careful not to make too much noise, so not too many zombies were attracted at first.

Occasionally there were a few scattered zombies, but they were easily dealt with.

Soon the nearby area was checked, and Sean led his group to go deeper. Not long after, Sean and his group turned a corner and completely disappeared from Carl's sight.

Carl frowned as he looked in the direction they disappeared. The door below was open, and except for the two people standing guard outside the barbed wire, no one else was left.

Apart from Carl and Andrea, there are only eleven people in total including Sean.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Carl's eyelids jumped. Sean and the others had just entered, and they were already using guns? Even if the gun was equipped with a silencer, it would not really be in silent mode.

It can even be said that the sound is still quite obvious, but not as sharp, and the decibel level is slightly lower. It all depends on the specific gun.

Not long after, Carl saw the figures of Sean and the others. They were retreating, fighting as they went. The zombies also showed their heads and were not very dense.

Sean and his men were retreating in an orderly manner. The situation was not that critical. The gunshots were probably caused by someone being too nervous. There was nothing that could be done about it.

It is normal that there are good and bad people among a large number of people. It is impossible for everyone to be so calm.

However, Carl breathed a sigh of relief and did not fire the Glock, as the distance was beyond the effective shooting range of the Glock.

Soon this wave of zombies was dealt with, and Sean and his team moved forward again and disappeared from Carl's sight again.

Carl held onto the fence, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared quietly in that direction.

This time, Carl didn't hear any big noise for a long time, and Sean and the others didn't retreat. This should be a normal situation.

Just now, Sean started retreating because someone fired a gun and he was afraid of attracting other zombies, so he started retreating for safety reasons.

"I hope nothing happens to them." Andrea said softly. Like Carl, she was looking in that direction.

"Well, I hope so." Carl also said softly.

"Karl, you seem very different, not like a normal child. I always feel that you are weird. Do you want to talk?"

Obviously Andrea didn't want to just wait there, but hoped to chat with Carl to relieve her boredom.

"Maybe you should stay on the farm," Carl whispered.

"Why?" Andrea frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

"Will you feel at ease if you leave your sister on the farm?"

"Why should I worry? The farm is safe, and I have to contribute to the team. I don't want to be like other women, cooking and washing clothes for you, and just sitting and chatting about family matters.

Carl, you don't understand. It's already this late, and there's nothing to talk about. I can't understand why they still look so peaceful and harmonious."

"You have a good understanding." Carl nodded and said nothing more.

Carl actually doesn't like meaningless small talk, of course, except for Beth.

But if it's Beth, it can't be considered without nutrition. No matter what it is, no matter how boring it is, Carl thinks it is very nutritious.

Andrea continued to chat casually, and Karl just responded reluctantly.

Glancing at Beth's watch on her wrist, it was already past eleven o'clock. The sun wasn't too strong today, so Carl didn't even notice that it was almost noon.

Yes, although we set out very early, it took us nearly three hours to get here. After spending so much time here, it's almost noon.

But when he thought about today's lunch, Carl felt a little sad. He did bring some food, but how could it compare to the cooked food at Hershel's house?

Carl was just about to pick up the intercom to ask Sean if he wanted to eat something before continuing.

In fact, the main reason was that Carl himself was a little hungry. One cannot be hungry when growing.

And Carl thought that Sean and the others would be hungry after doing such physical work.

The intercom was at his lips, and Carl was thinking about how to start talking, when suddenly,

"ah!!!"

A shrill scream, or a continuous one.

Carl put away the walkie-talkie. It seemed that he didn't need to think about how to start talking.

"Carl, should we go and take a look? What happened? Is anyone injured? Use the intercom to ask." Andrea said anxiously.

Carl stared at that direction closely, the screaming still did not stop. It could be seen that the owner of the scream was well fed and had a good lung capacity.

But now, Carl would rather he was a consumptive.

"Karl?" Andrea urged.

"Don't worry, someone must have been bitten, not Sean and the other three." Carl said.

"How do you know?" Andrea was stunned.

"Such an abrupt cry, and so miserable. Judging from the current situation, what else could it be other than being bitten? Sean and the other three are not such cowards that they would cry so miserably after being bitten.

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