The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"This one is also nice. Well, this coat matches the sweater just now."

"Damn it, how many more do you want to choose?" Moore said impatiently.

Karl smiled innocently, "I have to not only choose the ones that fit me now, but also one size larger, or two sizes larger, otherwise I can't come out every once in a while."

"Then why do you take so many girls' clothes?" Moore raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Sophia, you forgot that she needs it too. She is not like me. She can still have you escort her when she needs clothes," Carl laughed at himself.

Then he shook his head and continued to choose clothes. In fact, outerwear was fine, but underwear was very troublesome. Carl could only pick some for Sophia based on his feelings.

"Moir, please help me take these over first."

Carl closed a suitcase, which Glenn had just been looking for here. He found two, the first one was already full and all folded.

Of course Carl folded it himself, otherwise he couldn't count on that guy Moore. His and Sophia's clothes were in separate boxes, and the full one now was Sophia's.

"More, please help me take this box first." Carl pushed the box in front of More.

"Shit." Moore curled his lips in dissatisfaction, picked up the suitcase with one hand, turned around and left.

Looking at Moore carrying the box, Carl suddenly thought that he should also bring some clothes back to Beth, even though Beth already had clothes to wear.

But I have already brought so much for Sofia, and other small gifts are really not as practical as clothes.

Thinking of this, Karl stopped packing the clothes he had already chosen and went up to the second floor from the innermost staircase on the first floor. The women's clothing area was on the second floor, occupying an entire floor.

The second floor is not too big, but not small either, about two or three hundred square meters. Carl thinks he should check it first.

Safety is important, but time is not a concern. It would be no problem even if Moore and the others spend the whole day with me here.

Despite what Moore said, Carl felt that Moore was not actually annoying. As for Daryl, he should be, but Glenn certainly wasn't. The others were not important.

…

"Damn it, what did I ask you to do? Try on clothes one by one." Moore smacked his lips, still with a smile on his face.

But Moore's smile is like an anti-drug sign in Philadelphia.

Hypocrisy makes it difficult to tell the truth from the false.

Axel and Andrew, who were trying on suits, suddenly showed a guilty expression, but the expression on Andrew's face soon turned into a smirk.

"Boss Moore, we need two sets of clothes to change into. Otherwise, if we keep wearing prison uniforms, other people won't think well of us."

"I don't blame you. Choose, but don't mess it up. Just drive the car over and bring more clothes back. It's time to change into new clothes."

Moore threw a cigarette to Axel and Andrew respectively. Andrew took it flattered and nodded quickly, "Boss Moore, I think this suit suits you very well."

"Shit, who the hell wears a suit?" Moore blew a smoke ring in disdain.

"Hehe, yes, yes, Boss Moore is still far-sighted. It is indeed inconvenient to wear a suit now." Andrew quickly agreed.

Moore nodded with great satisfaction, smoking a cigarette and enjoying Andrew's flattery.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, which scared Moore. The gunshot was not far away, and it was very likely that something had happened to Daryl and the other three.

Knowing that they would not be leaving the clothing store so soon, Daryl, Glenn and Oscar went looking for other useful things nearby.

Axel and Andrew were also frightened. They knew very well what it meant to shoot here, so they quickly threw away the clothes in their hands and picked up their weapons.

"Moir, we've been attacked." Green's anxious voice came from the intercom.

"Damn it!" Moore drew his pistol without any hesitation and ran out of the store, but suddenly stopped and turned back to order:

"You two, go take Carl away, protect Carl, bring Carl back, quickly!"

After saying that, Moore ran out quickly and asked, "Glenn, how is Daryl? Is he injured?"

"Bang!"

In response to Moore, there was a gunshot not far away. Glenn did not reply. It seemed that the situation over there was somewhat critical.

"Glenn! Glenn! Damn it, answer me!"

This made Moore a little anxious, and he could only run quickly in the direction where the gunshots came from.

But just a short while after the gunshots, many excited zombies appeared on the streets. They were attracted by the gunshots and were moving towards the direction of the gunshots.

But at this moment, they heard More's anxious voice, and immediately, they all turned around.

Moore's eyelids twitched, and the zombies in front of him made Moore calm down. He put the walkie-talkie on his belt and put the pistol back behind his waist.

Pull out two daggers.

"Damn it, come here and see how powerful Uncle More is." More spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, his breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat accelerated.

More didn't plan to take a detour. After the gunshot, there might be zombies everywhere, and taking a detour might not necessarily mean there would be no zombies. Besides, More was worried about Daryl now, and he had no time to waste.

"Uh uh…"

The first few zombies were already within a few meters of Moore, and this distance was enough for the zombies to launch their signature pounce.

Moore's footsteps slowed down slightly, and he took a sudden step to the side, avoiding the one on the left, and stabbed the dagger in his left hand into the chest of the zombie on the right.

This was of course nothing to the zombies. The zombies continued to approach Moore with the dagger in their hands, stretching their heads out.

"court death."

He inserted the dagger in his right hand into the zombie's brain, kicked the zombie away with a fierce kick, pulled out the dagger, and inserted it into the brain of another zombie that was approaching.

With a dagger in his left hand, he cut off the head of the zombie that had just missed its attack and stood up again with his backhand, and kicked down the corpse in front of him. Moore took a deep breath and rushed forward.

There are dozens of zombies on one street, which is not too many. Just get rid of them before they gather together.

"Damn it, if you dare to block the way of your uncle More, go to hell!"

…

As soon as Moore finished walking, a zombie discovered Axel and Andrew in the clothing store. Andrew quickly stepped forward and chopped off half of the zombie's head with one knife.

Then Andrew quickly left the clothing store and looked around. On the street on the left and in the buildings, zombies were wandering out.

On the right, Andrew turned his head and his pupils shrank. "Shit, Mort is going to die."

Andrew then hurried back to the clothing store, and seeing Axel still standing there, he cursed, "Can't you go pick up Karl? I'm watching the situation."

"I went there, but there was no one there. Carl was missing. Maybe he has already left. Let's go quickly." Axel said quickly.

"If you don't bring Carl back, Moore and Sean will chop off our heads, idiot."

Andrew thought Axel was a coward and was looking for an excuse to run away first, so he quickly ran to the children's clothing area.

"Well..."

Several zombies knocked over rows of hangers and pounced on Andrew.

Andrew slashed at the head of the first zombie with his knife, but as Andrew exerted force, his face suddenly turned pale and the knife got stuck.

Without hesitation, he let go of the knife handle and pulled out his pistol, but before he could shoot, he was tackled to the ground by a zombie.

Andrew felt a chill in his heart and quickly grabbed the zombie's neck, but this posture did not allow him to exert force. He saw the zombie's teeth getting closer and closer to him, and suddenly the zombie on his body lost power.

"Are you okay?" Axel tore the zombie corpse off Andrew and pulled Andrew up.

Andrew nodded and looked around. A lot of zombies had poured into the clothing store from nowhere.

"Andrew, I swear, I really went to look for Carl, but he's really not there. We really should leave." Axel said seriously.

Andrew was a little hesitant, and at this time more zombies came over.

Andrew thought of Moore who was looking for death, and immediately said without hesitation, "Let's go!"

He then pulled out a pistol and started shooting, and Axel also pulled out his pistol upon seeing this.

"This way!" Axel said quickly.

Andrew nodded and hurried to follow. As for Karl? Good luck to him. It would be best if he died. Andrew had been annoyed with that little brat for a long time.

A little brat is more pretentious than anyone else. Without Moore and Sean to protect you, who are you?

And if Moore chose to commit suicide, no one would know that he and Axel had abandoned Carl.

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