The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Girls, there is a magic

Oh, fatal temptation

Girls, I love it.

I love them to death."

"Moir, can you turn down the music in the car? I can feel that my ears are going deaf."

Although Carl didn't really want to disturb Moore's fun, he had to speak for the sake of his ears.

At this time, Carl finally understood why, among the two cars, except for Daryl who drove a motorcycle, the other four people got on the other one tacitly.

"Damn it, you little brat, what do you know? Uncle Moore needs a car music player. Driving, blowing the wind, listening to songs, do you know what mood is?"

Moore curled his lips while holding a cigarette, but still turned down the volume a bit. However, even now the volume was still deafening.

But Moore looked like he was enjoying it, his body shaking randomly to the beat of the music. Carl was really afraid that Moore would drive the car into the ditch.

"I really don't understand where they came from.

How do they understand my desires so well?

Can you speak French, baby?

I can't wait

Girl, can you read my body language?

I really want to know

I'd take a plane to see those girls

I love girls from all over the world

Spanish girls

Perfect to no complaints

The girls of Paris

I know they like champagne.

Los Angeles, Miami, and New York

They might just break your heart.

But no girl can compare to

The girl from Copenhagen, Denmark..."

The spring breeze rushed in through the car window, a little cool, but just right, which could make people feel refreshed.

Moore is right, driving, feeling the wind and listening to music is indeed a pleasure.

Although the sound is still a bit loud, it is at least acceptable.

Everything outside the car window seemed more lively. The fallen leaves from autumn and winter on the road had been cleared away by nature, except for those indelible stains.

The Walking Dead.

"Uh uh…"

Occasionally, a few zombies would chase the car that had gone away. Even if it was in vain, they didn't know it. They only knew to chase.

"More, More..."

Karl picked up the intercom in the car and reached out to turn off the car music.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked.

"Five kilometers to go, expected to arrive within ten minutes." Glenn's voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Okay, I'll tell Mor."

"complete."

Carl put the walkie-talkie back in its place.

"Damn it, you little brat." Moore turned on the music again and glared at Carl fiercely, "Kid, I promise, if you dare to touch my music again, I will chop off your hands."

"Did you hear what Glenn said just now? We're almost there, so be serious."

Carl stretched and checked his equipment, which consisted of a Glock, a dagger, and a few magazines. Mainly, he installed the silencer.

Carl didn't bring the last eagle. It was very heavy, but it wasn't dangerous this time. It was just like the last time when he and Sean went to choose a gift for Beth.

But this time it wasn't with Sean, although Sean was also willing to take Carl to find some suitable clothes in person, just like in the past society, when a father took his son to a clothing store to choose new clothes.

However, Carl felt that it was unnecessary, and he didn't want to be like his father and son, and follow Moore's six-man team, which was safe.

Soon, buildings began to appear on both sides of the sight ahead. This time, without Carl telling him to do anything, Moore turned off the music himself.

"Boy, your uncle will take you to buy clothes." More said with a smile.

Karl ignored Moore's verbal advantage and asked, "If you have been here before, you should know where there is a clothing store, right?"

"Maybe you should say children's clothing store, kid." Moore smiled and started to slow down.

"How many zombies are there in this town? Do we need to walk?" Carl asked.

"Otherwise, that shit is everywhere."

Moore curled his lips, stopped the car at the entrance road of the town, but did not turn off the engine. He lit a cigarette, turned the car around, turned off the engine and took out the key.

"Come on, kid, follow me closely and don't yell. I really can't understand why Sean is so confident in leaving you to me."

Moore curled his lips, opened the car door, got out of the car first, and then put his upper body back into the car to get his equipment.

Karl opened the passenger door and got out of the car, looking around. Most of the buildings on the edge of the town were similar in style to townhouses.

In another pickup truck, Glenn and the three men from the prison also got out. Daryl parked the motorcycle aside and held up a crossbow, standing on guard.

No, an arrow had already been shot, and the crossbow arrow was stuck in the head of a zombie lying on the other side of the road.

"This way." Daryl pulled out the crossbow, turned around to look at everyone, tilted his head slightly, and motioned for them to follow.

"Carl, come here, join us." Glenn waved his hand.

Carl nodded, walked over to Glenn, and whispered, "Thank you."

Glenn smiled and began to remind him, "Carl, don't make any noise here. Be careful. If there are zombies, don't panic."

"Damn it, let's go. Stop talking. Forget about being in the police station. This kid is more useful than you guys." Moore walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

Glenn smiled awkwardly, patted Carl on the shoulder, and followed Daryl into the town. Carl also pulled out his Glock and followed.

Daryl was leading the way with a crossbow in his hand, while Glenn, Oscar and the other three were equipped with a pistol and a machete.Although I had a rifle, I didn't bring it with me in the car. That thing makes too much noise, and it's not worth it.

Only More was holding a dagger, walking lazily behind and looking around.

Although Karl was walking among the crowd, he did not let down his guard.

But Daryl obviously knew the route well, passing between buildings or sticking to some buildings along the street.

Even though some zombies would occasionally appear, Daryl's crossbow never missed. Even if there were only a few of them, Glenn, Oscar and the others would step in and kill them with machetes.

These six people have been out together many times and have developed a certain tacit understanding, so they have been able to travel safely all the way.

It took nearly an hour before Daryl, who was at the front, stopped in front of a tall building.

Turning sideways, holding the crossbow at an angle, tilting his head slightly, Glenn and Andrew pushed open the door and looked in two directions respectively.

"No zombies were found."

"Neither here."

"Let's go, kid." Moore put his arm around Carl's shoulders in a rather frivolous manner and walked straight in.

This is a clothing store. The first and second floors are both sales areas. In this place, this pattern is considered relatively large.

"Boys, check it out carefully. This damn place is a very convenient place for ghosts to hide. And there are zombies outside, so keep an eye out." Moore ordered.

"certainly."

"Come here, kid, the children's clothing area is over here." Moore said with a smile.

He really could only wear children's clothes now, even though he had started to grow. Carl followed Moore and walked towards the children's clothing area.

Maybe I should bring some clothes back for Sofia as well. Her clothes seem to be a little small. Carl was thinking about things and didn't get distracted. He raised the Glock.

However, the zombie that suddenly emerged from behind the clothes hanger had already been stabbed to death by Moore with a dagger.

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