The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Bang!"

Carl was startled by the gunshot, dropped the clothes in his hands, and ran to the window.

The windows on the second floor faced the street outside. There was no one on the street. Although the gunshots were not far away, the target was not the clothing store.

The street, which should have been empty, was filled with zombies in the blink of an eye. Zombies came here from buildings, alleys, and other streets.

"Damn it!"

Carl even swore, which was rare. Although he didn't know who fired the gun, he really wanted to stuff the Glock into his mouth and pull the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was another burst of intensive gunfire, and Carl knew that something big was going to happen. All the zombies nearby would wake up and become excited.

Carl didn't hesitate and ran towards the stairs. He had to meet up with Moore and the others as soon as possible.

Damn it, why didn't Moore and the others come to find me? Was I abandoned? No, Moore wouldn't do that.

Carl quickly shook his head, trying his best not to think too much, but at this moment, his steps suddenly stopped.

Losing his balance, Carl's body fell forward uncontrollably. Carl hurriedly grabbed the clothes on the hanger beside him, but still fell directly to the ground.

"calm down."

Karl frowned, endured the pain, and quickly got up, comforting himself in his heart.

Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. It won't take long. Moore and the others must be waiting for me at the stairs. Moore might be waiting for me to make a fool of myself and then mock me.

calm!

The fall was not very serious, at least I could continue running, but it seemed like something hit my side and it hurt a little, and my knees hit the ground, which also hurt a little.

But these were nothing. Soon, Carl arrived at the stairs to the second floor. Holding the railing, Carl took a few puffs, then pulled out his Glock and walked down carefully.

As soon as he turned the corner of the stairs, Carl couldn't wait to shout, "Moir!"

But what responded to Carl was a roar.

"Uh uh…"

Carl's pupils suddenly shrank. The zombies had already entered the clothing store. A few of them heard Carl's voice and immediately rushed to the stairs on the first floor.

"Damn it!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive shots, shot with one hand, all three hit the target. Three zombies fell down and blocked the stairs. Three or four more zombies behind were tripped by the zombies.

But this also attracted other zombies, and several of those that were tripped were struggling to stand up or crawling directly towards the stairs.

Carl stopped shooting and quickly ran upwards. When he reached the door to the second floor, he glanced back and saw that the two in front had already passed the corner.

"Bang! Bang!"

After firing two more shots, Carl ran to the second floor and closed the door to the corridor on the second floor. It was a double-opening wooden door and was not very big.

Carl was deeply skeptical about its defensive capabilities.

Without stopping behind the door, he carefully walked around the clothes hangers and ran to the second floor.

There was a small room with some packed clothes in it. Carl found it when he checked the second floor. There was also a zombie in it, but it had been dealt with.

"Boom~"

Hearing a banging sound behind him, Carl knew that the zombies had reached the corridor on the second floor, so he quickened his pace and rushed into the room in front of him.

Carl entered the room and closed the door as quietly as possible, breathing heavily. He was very tired from the intense running in a short period of time and the overly tense spirit.

But now is not the time to relax.

Putting the Glock back into the holster and pulling out the Apocalypse Snake, Carl walked to the corpse of the zombie he had killed during the inspection.

Looking at the body which was not seriously decayed but somewhat dehydrated, Carl paused for less than half a second and took off the watch Beth had given him.

He glanced at the time. It was ten twenty-seven, but Carl was not looking at the time.

Carl put the watch in his breast pocket, squatted down, and cut off the corpse's right arm with the root of the dagger.

He took the right arm and walked to the door, threw the arm behind the door, then squatted again, stabbed the dagger into the arm, cut off pieces of rotten flesh, and continued to chop at the rotten flesh.

"I hope it helps."

Carl held his breath slightly, then reached out and grabbed the rotten meat that he had turned into paste, and smeared it on the crack of the door, smearing only less than half of the lower part.

He continued to grab handfuls of rotten meat and continued to smear it, from the gap between the door and the ground, to the door frames on both sides until it reached a height that Carl could reach.

After the first application, the rotten flesh on one arm was not completely used up. Carl continued to apply until he had used up the rotten flesh on two arms and one leg.

There was a small slope on the ground behind the door, and the gap was completely sealed.

"Uh uh…"

The roar of the zombies outside the door never stopped, sometimes far away, sometimes near. Carl had become somewhat accustomed to it. When he had finished wiping the door for the first time, he could already hear the roar of the zombies.

Fortunately, what I did seemed to be useful, and I entered the room before the zombies broke in.

"Cough cough cough..." Karl quickly covered his mouth with his right arm.

After a long time, the pain in his mouth finally didn't seem so bad. He put down his arms, cut a green woven bag with a dagger, and tore off a piece of clothing to wipe his hands, wiping them vigorously.

But how could it be possible to clean it just by wiping? Carl could feel that his fingernails were filled with meat paste, and his hands were sticky and smelly.

Carl didn't even dare to let his left hand get any closer to his head, as that would make him lose control of the urge to vomit.

He exhaled a few breaths slowly, sat on a woven bag and continued to wipe his hands. After he relaxed a little, the pain in his legs and sides came again.

Carl licked the corner of his mouth and threw the clothes in his hands away. Carl gave up because he couldn't wipe them clean.

It would be nice if there was some water, not for washing hands. Carl was thirsty, very thirsty.

He shook his head and leaned against the wall, thinking he would sit for a while before talking. He didn't know how long he sat there, his breathing became smoother, and the pain in his body was not so severe.

Karl wanted to check the time, but after hesitating for a moment he didn't pick up his watch because his hands were dirty.

I stood up and looked around the room. It was rectangular and could be seen at a glance. It was about seven or eight square meters, not very big. There were woven bags on both sides and a small window at the end.

But now the curtains are drawn, so the room seems a little dim.

Karl stood up, walked to the window, slightly opened the curtains, and looked outside.

After a few seconds of silence, he casually sat down on a woven bag again.

At this moment, Carl missed Moore's stinky face.

Will Maul come back to save me?

Carl didn't think that Moore would really abandon him, he might have been delayed by something.

But if it is true, why do I think that Moore will come back to save me? Have I really seen through Moore?

Then what about Daryl and Glenn? Glenn should be able to save himself...

Carl couldn't be sure.

Maybe Sean will, Sean will not look back, but Sean doesn't know where he is.

And it seemed that More and the others didn't know that they were hiding here.

"Damn, it would have been nice if I had a walkie-talkie."

"No, Carl, you can't do this."

Carl clenched his fists, closed his eyes tightly, leaned against the wall, and tried to make his breathing smoother.

"Karl, you know, you should have known this a long time ago..."

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