The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Chapter 135: Chapter 138 Will Also



"Carl, we have cleared the zombies outside the building. We still have time, so we are going to clear another building."

Sean's voice came from the intercom. Carl looked at his watch. It was just five o'clock, and there was only one or two hours left before dark.

But if it is a smaller building, the time should be enough.

"Be careful and try to get back before dark."

"Don't worry, there's nothing unexpected going on over there, right?"

"No, it's very peaceful."

Carl looked at the corpses of zombies outside the barbed wire, as well as a few zombies lying on the barbed wire.

Carl's arms were already a little sore, and he was too weak to continue using steel bars to deal with them, although he only dealt with less than ten in total.

So Carl took out the Glock and chose to shoot. After six shots, there were no more zombies standing on the barbed wire within sight.

Carl threw the steel bar through the inner wire mesh and then continued to walk to one side in the area between the two wire meshes.

Carl felt that if he walked a complete circle and cleared the zombies on the barbed wire, Sean and the others should be almost done.

As he walked, seeing that there were no zombies in sight, Carl ejected the magazine, reloaded it with seven bullets and reloaded it.

He walked slowly and started shooting when he saw zombies lying on the barbed wire outside.

The kinetic energy of the Glock is not that great to begin with, and with a silencer the noise will be much smaller, so you don't have to worry too much about whether it will attract zombies.

Occasionally, he would notice one or two zombies approaching the barbed wire, and Carl would stop shooting and let them lie down before they got close to the barbed wire.

Carl's shooting skills have improved a lot. At a distance of less than 50 meters, he can almost hit the target every time if he is well prepared.

At this moment, Carl put down the Glock. The zombie lying outside might be not more than fifty meters away from the barbed wire, but sixty or seventy meters.

The Glock 17 is an excellent weapon with an effective range of 80 meters, which is already among the best pistols of this era.

But its excellence does not only lie in this, but also in its ultra-high bullet capacity, lightweight gun body, and low cost.

"Maybe I should enter some youth shooting competition, maybe I can win some prize."

Carl couldn't help but laugh and continued walking forward.

After one circle, it was almost as Carl expected, with the sky already showing signs of sunset.

Carl had used up most of his bullets, and there was only one Glock magazine left. To be on the safe side, Carl loaded the magazine and used the Eagle.

There is such a large area outside the prison, but nearly a hundred zombies are actually not many. You can only see a few of them from a distance.

And Carl also discovered the gap. At the back of the prison, a section of the barbed wire that was nearly two meters long disappeared.

Now a blockade is formed by repeatedly passing ropes through the barbed wire on both sides.

This is certainly not a long-term solution, but it is enough for now.

Back at the armored vehicle, Carl knew that Sean and the others had not returned yet, and he had already anticipated it.

He got on the armored vehicle, entered the compartment, took out bullets from the ammunition box, and loaded his empty magazines with bullets.

After loading, Carl got out of the car. It was not dark yet, so Carl had to wait silently.

The sun in the sky was already approaching the top of the distant woods, and it was really getting dark.

Leaning against the armored vehicle and looking at the sunset, Carl's lips curled slightly. Although he couldn't sleep in Beth's bed today, there was still tomorrow.

Even if tomorrow doesn't work, there's still tomorrow and the tomorrow. Compared with the safety that is really important, a few days of separation are nothing.

"Carl, where are you?"

"By the armored vehicle, are you guys back?"

"Well, we'll be right back."

Not long after, Sean and the others came back, but Sean looked a little unhappy. Daryl still had a calm expression, but his brows were slightly frowned. Moore, on the other hand, looked completely indifferent.

As for the others, their expressions were even uglier. The only ones who looked normal were probably Quilly and Pete.

After silently counting the number of people, Carl realized that another person had died, so now there were only thirteen people including himself.

Two people died on the first day. No wonder Sean looked so unhappy. However, Sean, Moldar and the others were fine, but some of the others might have some opinions in their minds.

Sean nodded to Carl and asked someone to get some dry wood and take out food, preparing to take a rest, eat, and sleep.

Carl wasn't in a hurry to ask Sean anything at this time.

Not long after, it became completely dark. Fortunately, a bonfire had been lit and everyone sat around it, eating some food.

Noticing Carl's gaze, Sean looked up at Carl and asked softly, "We lost another man."

Karl nodded slightly, "That's not what I want to ask. Do you have any impression of the buildings within the inner wall?"

"There are some. There seem to be only three large buildings, but there are quite a few small ones." Sean said uncertainly.

"Can you draw a rough floor plan?" Carl asked.

"Carl, do you think I'm omnipotent?" Sean said helplessly.

"Hey, um, Carl, Sean, maybe I can help you." Pete, who was sitting next to Daryl, suddenly said.

Carl and Sean's conversation wasn't evasive, nor was it anything important.

"I remember you told me that you were a designer. Thank you very much. Thank you for your help." Carl handed the open notebook and pen to Pete.

"It's a small matter, but I can't guarantee it's 100% accurate, and it will take some time." Pete laughed."Yeah." Carl nodded.

Pete took the notebook. Since it was a hard-cover notebook, he could put it directly on his legs and draw while sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Sean swallowed the roast ham in his hand, drank a sip of water, looked around at everyone, and then said:

"It's past seven o'clock now. Let's eat and go to bed early. The people on guard tonight will be divided into three groups. Each group needs two people, one to watch outside and one to watch inside.

Zack and I will be in the first group, from here until twelve o'clock. Moore, please take someone to take charge of the second group, from twelve to three o'clock, and Daryl, you will be in charge from three to six o'clock.

We will continue tomorrow."

Daryl nodded and Maul pouted, but said nothing.

Sean paused, thought about it, looked at the crowd and continued;

"Listen, guys, we lost two of our classmates today, and I know it's heartbreaking for you all, but we did lose them.

But we cannot be depressed because of this. The dead are gone, and we who are still alive still need to work hard to live. As long as we clear out this prison as soon as possible, we will have a safe home.

Guys, it's not that hard, we can do it, you just have to..."

Karl couldn't listen any longer, so he left first. Sad? What a joke, Karl was sure that no one was sad because of the two people who died.

They were worried about their own safety and were dissatisfied, but they had to say these polite words, and Carl could understand that.

At the same time, Carl also knew that to become a leader, such formal words were inevitable, such as chicken soup and brainwashing, which all meant the same thing.

A qualified leader cannot do without giving speeches.

The purpose of a speech is to convince others of your point of view.

Carl knew and would, but he just didn't want to hear it.

 

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