The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

The stars tonight are much sparser than yesterday.

The crescent moon has bent to its limit.

After eating, taking a walk is a good choice.

The wind tonight is much gentler.

It would be better if it wasn't mixed with the unique stench of zombies.

Fortunately, Carl has become somewhat accustomed to it, but the physical feeling of nausea is not so easy to suppress.

"Sean, we have to start burning all the bodies in the prison tomorrow. Leaving them for too long might cause a plague."

"Yeah, no problem. It shouldn't take long to clean up the rest of the area tomorrow. After that, we can inspect and clean up the bodies. Maybe we can pick up the others the day after tomorrow."

"Well, I hope so."

"Carl, do you miss your mom? Oh, no, maybe I should ask if you miss Beth? Damn, Lori would be sad if she knew."

"My mother, just thinking about you is enough."

"Oh, damn."

Carl didn't respond. He and Sean no longer needed to engage in meaningless small talk to maintain their relationship.

Relationships that can be maintained by meaningless small talk are nothing more than shallow and superficial.

The two walked together for a while, and Sean spoke again.

"Carl, can you trust that Thomas?"

"Not yet, not in the short term. Let's wait and see. I'll talk to him again to see if he can be trusted for now. Don't rush to bring anyone else in before all the hidden dangers are resolved."

"Well, among the other three, Oscar seems to be the only one who is more honest."

"Let's talk about it later. I will talk to them alone later. But this alone means their alone. I need your protection."

"Damn it, Carl, you're such a... self-righteous coward, it's really interesting."

"If you need help, I can find Daryl or Moore. Safety is the most important thing. If possible, I don't want myself or you to be in any danger, even if the chance is small."

Sean stopped first, and Cardo took a step forward, but his hand also fell on the holster at the same time.

"Hey, it's me."

In the darkness in front of him, a figure approached, and it was Daryl carrying a crossbow.

"Darryl, you should have spoken up earlier. It's easy for people to mistake you for a zombie," Carl said helplessly.

Daryl walked closer and looked at Sean, "You trust this kid too much, to the point where you don't even want to think for yourself?"

"Daryl, what are you talking about?" Sean raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You know, you shouldn't be like this." Daryl's voice had a hoarse, grinding texture.

"Darryl," Carl said, "Do you think I'm untrustworthy?"

"It's not a question of whether it's worth it, but a question of right and wrong!" Daryl narrowed his eyes and stared at Carl.

"Darryl, do you want to talk about Thomas and the others?" Carl asked.

"Do you know what Thomas did? You actually want to accept them? Can we sleep peacefully after accepting them?" Daryl spoke faster and more impatiently.

"I know." Carl nodded. "I do know. You mean to say that Thomas killed his companion, the "Black Giant", right?"

"You know? Sean?" Daryl looked at Sean with suspicion.

Sean shook his head helplessly, "It's true that I didn't say that. I told you that Karl is really special. Why don't you believe it?"

Carl continued, "But have you ever thought about it? He was bitten by a zombie, so he would no longer talk about Thomas's companions. Maybe killing him would be a relief for him."

Carlton paused, making sure that there was no one else nearby except Moore, who was trying to hide, and continued:

"Besides, Daryl, you know, I know you know, you found out, I shot Daniel, so do you think I would do this to you?

Maybe you will say this is different, are you worried about Thomas's eyes? It is true that the feeling of using a knife and a gun is indeed very different, but there is no essential difference. "

Daryl frowned, opened his mouth, but said nothing and turned away.

"Daryl, you can trust me. Believe me, my tolerance for danger is lower than yours, if you are willing to believe me." Carl said to Daryl's back.

Daryl paused for a moment, then continued walking, leaving only one sentence, "It's up to you."

Karl raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled helplessly and looked aside, "Moir, aren't you going to chase your brother? I'm sorry for making your brother unhappy."

"Hahaha, shit, he always has that sour face. Boy, if you want to get rid of me, just say so." Moore left leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Carl, shouldn't we go back too?" Sean asked.

Karl nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Sean smiled.

"Thank you for your trust and support, as always."

Sean's existence is my greatest luck.

It was at this moment, or to be more precise, when Daryl just came, that Carl noticed it.

Sean is indeed his greatest luck. No matter who replaces him in Sean's position, it will not be more beneficial to him, not even Rick.

I seem to take these things for granted, but they are not really taken for granted.

Sean didn't have to do this, or go to this extent, but he did it.

Carl felt unusually guilty at this moment, about many aspects, including his attitude towards Sean and Lori some time ago."Carl." Sean called out.

"What's wrong?" Carl is no longer easily distracted. Even if he has something on his mind, he will not be completely immersed in it.

"You don't have to say thank you."

"But I do owe you a thank you."

"Haha." Sean laughed happily, and laughed for a long time before he stopped. "By the way, let me ask you something."

"What?"

"You didn't explain clearly at that time the difference between a leader and a boss. I'm curious what you think the difference is between a leader and a boss."

"A leader only needs to excel in one aspect and gain the trust of the boss. The latter is much more important than the former. Even if the former is not available, enough of the latter can still make a leader.

As for me, it is not easy to be a boss, that is, a leader and decision maker. A qualified boss must at least be able to judge and use people.

But this is just qualified. If you want to be excellent, you have to not only look at people, but also see each person clearly and control them. Not only people, but also look further, see the situation and direction. "

"Don't you need personal charm?" Sean raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Are you talking about the election?" Carl smiled at Sean.

Sean frowned slightly, then sighed, "Then Carl, we probably need a good leader."

"Um."

"I'm not."

"Um."

"Carl, don't you have anything to say?"

"say what?"

"I thought you wanted to be a leader, didn't you?"

"No, I'm not a leader."

"What?" Sean was stunned, a little confused.

"Okay, enough small talk, Sean, let's go find Oscar."

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