The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"one two three..."

Sean began to count the number of people. There were about ten of them, and since they were not very familiar with each other, it was difficult to tell at a glance who was missing.

"Don't count, one died." Moore said lightly.

"Yeah." Sean nodded. The one who died was Daniel. He had been bitten by the zombies. It didn't make much difference whether he died or not.

"Sean, eat something first and we'll continue later."

At this time, Carl came down from the watchtower.

"Yeah, let's eat something first." Sean nodded, asked two people to guard here, and took the others to where the armored vehicle was parked.

Carl noticed a gaze and followed it. Daryl? It seemed that Daryl noticed it, but so what.

Carl nodded and Daryl nodded. Daryl narrowed his eyes slightly and shifted his gaze away.

There were already some zombies lying on the barbed wire outside the prison, apparently attracted by the scream.

There aren't many, just sparsely spaced, probably about ten or so within sight.

Sean didn't care. He took out food from the armored vehicle and distributed it to everyone. Most of the others just sat on the ground and ate directly, such as canned bread.

Carl climbed onto the passenger seat and opened the small drawer, which was not small, and contained food that Carl brought with him.

Ham, bread, chocolate, milk.

Carl closed the passenger door and the window before starting to eat, which actually tasted pretty good.

In such an environment, having this kind of food is already a blessing.

The door on the driver's side was opened. Carl knew that the person who opened the door from that position was almost certainly Sean, so he didn't look up and just ate his food.

"Hey, Carl." Sean got in the driver's seat.

"Sean, eat and rest for a while, then take everyone with you. Only Andrea will stay on the sentry tower. I'll watch outside the barbed wire."

"Are you alone?" Sean raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You need more manpower, and I'm just watching. I'll notify you as soon as anything happens."

"Okay, bring enough bullets and don't forget the walkie-talkie. If anything happens, notify me immediately via the walkie-talkie." Sean reminded.

Carl nodded, "Yeah, I know, there's one more thing."

"What?"

"You should remind them that no matter what the situation is, don't make too much noise. If they don't listen, maybe you should use bullets to silence them."

"You mean Daniel? There's nothing I can do about it. He will definitely be devastated if he gets bitten, and I can't just shoot him."

"You really can't, but you can do it. It depends on you. As for other things, we'll talk about it later."

Karl sighed and shook his head, "Be careful in this afternoon's operations. Although efficiency is important, safety is more important, your safety."

"Carl? What about you?" Sean frowned slightly.

"I'm full. I'm going to patrol the barbed wire. It's just a good exercise after dinner."

Carl checked his belongings, confirmed that they were all correct, and got out of the car.

Carl walked towards the barbed wire holding a steel bar that was nearly one meter long and as thick as his little finger.

Carl carried a lot of things with him, and they were indeed a bit heavy, but there was nothing he could do about it. Carl's only worry was whether these things would weigh him down and prevent him from growing taller.

But then I thought, even if I could, it would be impossible to suppress it in a short time.

From the entrance on one side, Carl walked to the position between two barbed wire fences. He placed the steel bars on the ground, leaned against the inner wire fence, and looked at the several zombies lying on the outer wire fence.

"Uh uh uh..."

Several zombies also noticed Carl and became excited. They rubbed their faces against the wire mesh, and pieces of rotten flesh were scraped off by the wire.

The gaps in the wire mesh were too small to allow the zombies' arms to fit in. They were just wide enough for their fingers, and they were scratching around with their fingers. They didn't care at all even if they broke their fingers.

However, if just a few zombies can break through the barbed wire defense, Carl thinks this prison should perhaps be turned into a tourist park.

There was a slight curve at the corner of Carl's mouth. Perhaps he had to look directly at the zombies to be alert. It was like without pressure, where would the motivation come from?

Carl didn't rush to do anything. After putting down the steel bars, the things on his body were not that heavy anymore.

Carl leaned on the wire fence for a while, squinting his eyes slightly, until the walkie-talkie on his chest rang.

"Karl, we have to continue the operation. If there is any accident, notify me immediately."

"receive."

"Well, be careful."

"The same to you."

After ending the call, Carl turned his head and saw that Sean and the others had left the armored vehicle and headed towards the inner gate.

Carl's position was still far away from the inner wall, and he could no longer see clearly. He could only see some blurry figures.

Carl didn't care. He took out two strips of cloth, wrapped them around his palms, and then picked up the steel bar.

The steel bars have undergone some processing, one end is sharp and the other side is wrapped with some cloth strips.

Walking closer with the steel bar, Carl aimed at the head of a zombie and slowly poked it out through the gap in the barbed wire.

The zombies were not completely motionless, but they would not dodge. The steel bar in Carl's hand pierced into the zombie's jaw, but was blocked soon. The zombies also began to struggle instinctively.

Carl's body sank, and he used the momentum of falling to pull out the steel bar, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Carl couldn't help but frowned slightly. It might not be too difficult to use cold weapons to deal with the zombies, but it was indeed difficult for him because his strength was still too small.Maybe it would be easy to use the Doomsday Snake, but if it could be used, Carl wouldn't be able to get a steel bar because of the height issue.

Carl used the steel bar to poke it diagonally upwards, but the Doomsday Snake was not long enough.

He looked carefully, thought, and changed his posture. This time he did not approach slowly and then insert it into the zombie's body little by little, but poked it suddenly.

Perhaps he was lucky, he didn't feel much resistance this time. The zombie fell down, and Carl immediately felt a huge force coming from the steel bar.

Unable to catch it, Carl had to let go.

This is because the steel bars were inserted into the zombies' heads through the wire mesh. When the zombies fell down, they were lifted up with the steel bars.

Carl is a little irritated now. The zombies that are approaching and making threats in front of him make Carl even more irritated.

Carl even wanted to pull out the Glock to deal with these annoying zombies, but Carl still resisted the urge.

There is no need for that. With the isolation of barbed wire, I am safe, and I also need some experience in using cold weapons to deal with zombies.

Guns are very useful and easy to use, but what if you run out of bullets? The thing this world lacks the least is accidents.

It is always more useful to make some preparations early than to pray to God at the critical moment.

God is busy and has no time to deal with a "faithful believer" who only remembers him at an emergency.

Carl struggled to use his body weight to pull out the raised steel bar.

I stretched my arms, then got ready and started to tackle the next target.

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