The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Karl,

You know,

You should know,

Should have known that long ago."

Carl leaned against the wall and gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"Indeed, I should have known it, I should have known it a long time ago, but,

It's not too late, now.

not late."

Take out the Glock, eject the magazine, and count the bullets.

If I remember correctly, there are still eleven bullets in the magazine of the gun, and three full spare magazines.

There are 62 bullets in total, which is not a small number, but it may not be enough.

Apart from the Glock and the dagger, he didn't have anything else on him.

After hesitating for a while, Carl still searched his body, even though his hands were dirty.

There was a hard object in the left pocket of the coat. He took it out and found a small piece of chocolate in a wrapper.

Carl was stunned when looking at the chocolate. He couldn't even remember how long he had put it there, but it was a pleasant surprise after all.

Apart from this, there was nothing else on his body.

After hesitating for a moment, Carl tore a small hole in the package, bit off half in one bite, folded the torn piece, and put it back in his pocket.

The piece of chocolate in his mouth was not very big. Carl did not chew it. He just held it in his mouth and let it melt slowly.

The small half piece of chocolate completely disappeared in Carl's mouth in less than a few minutes.

Apart from feeling more thirsty, it didn't make Carl feel any better.

He exhaled gently a few times and tried his best to control his tongue from licking his lips, but the more he did so, the more he wanted to lick them. Finally, Carl's body's instinct suppressed his reason.

After licking it, my mouth became drier.

Carl took out the half chocolate, looked at it, and then smiled.

If I just rely on it, how long can I last here?

Anyway, Carl's thirst was already becoming unbearable.

"Karl, you shouldn't place too much hope on anyone. You should have understood long ago that the only person you can rely on is yourself."

"Ok, I know..."

Carl stood up, walked to the window with light steps, opened the curtains again, and looked at the street outside.

"One, two..."

The zombies on the street did not disperse so quickly. No, they did not disperse.

Carl narrowed his eyes slightly. The zombies were moving towards the direction of the gunshots. This was just their passage. Perhaps he could leave after they left.

But this takes time, and I can use this time to recover my strength.

Slowly stepped back, sat down again, and waited silently.

Perhaps I should have anticipated this situation.

I should have made some preparations, but it seems a little late to think about it now.

"I hope this lesson won't be so severe that I'll have to pay with my life..."

Carl shook his head vigorously, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed the half chocolate into his mouth.

"At least it's a little sweet." Carl held the chocolate in his mouth and forced a smile.

But that smile quickly became more bitter, until it disappeared completely...

In the dim room, Karl's closed eyes trembled slightly, his lips were bitten into his mouth, and his nose trembled slightly...

Carl thought he was calm enough...

But the fact is, at this moment, all kinds of negative emotions flooded into my mind uncontrollably.

Despair, fear, anger, resentment...

I am not as strong as I think I am, not even strong inside.

For the first time, I was alone in such a dim little room. There were countless zombies wandering outside the door, and zombies were roaring continuously downstairs.

"Uh uh…"

What brings Carl the greatest pressure is not the zombies, but the fact that he has to face all of this alone at the age of less than twelve.

Where are the people I can rely on?

Sean...

More...

Lori...

Daryl...

Glenn...

It turns out that I have no one to rely on, haha...

…

"You have to be ruthless

To survive in this world

You were born this way

Living coldly and mercilessly

..."

Carl didn't even know if it was his hallucination as he heard the music faintly. Maybe it was...

but,

Since it appeared, it must have its meaning. If Carl remembered correctly, the song seemed to be called "Gifted".

Well, if you are truly "gifted", of course you will live. You can be cold-blooded, but you don't have to be ruthless.

Carl smiled and murmured, "Beth..."

Beth is still waiting for me to go back. I had promised her, so how could I break my promise?

If I didn't go back on time, she would probably be worried and sad, and the smile on her face that she most wanted to see would disappear.

So, how could I allow it?

"Karl, whether for Beth or yourself, you have to cheer up. You have to do this. This is not a hopeless situation. You will arrive as promised and you will still be able to see Beth's sleeping face tonight."

"Damn it, other people treat you like a child, but I can't treat myself like a child. It's okay for me to get angry in front of Beth occasionally.

Now,

All I need is calmness."

"Well, just calm down.

Carl, I allow you, as long as you go back as promised this time, you can throw yourself into Beth's arms and cry bitterly, but now,

Now,

Not now, you are not a child anymore, if you cry, I will laugh at you. "

"Damn it." Carl shook his head, gave a wry smile, and stopped his ridiculous behavior of talking to himself.

Although it's ridiculous, it seems to be really useful, much better.

He stopped thinking about random things, stood up, closed his eyes, thought silently, then lightened his steps and slowly walked to the door.

His movements were slow and gentle, without making any noise, and he put his ear against the door.

"Bang!"

Carl's heart skipped a beat and accelerated rapidly. He quickly retracted his head, held his breath, pulled out the Glock, and slowly took a few steps back.

With both hands holding the Glock, he pointed it at the door until Carl retreated to the end and his back was against the wall. Only then did Carl slightly relax his held breath.

There was no further movement. Perhaps it was just a zombie that accidentally bumped into the door and did not discover him.

After holding the Glock for a few more minutes, Carl finally put it down, and there was really no further movement.

However, it seems that the zombies that have already entered the second floor will probably not leave after hearing the gunshots.

Carl turned his head and looked at the window. This was his only way out.

Karl frowned and thought. The window was not big, but it was big enough for him to get out. The place was not high either. The first floor seemed to be three or four meters high.

Even with the height of the window, it is only more than four meters. There are curtains and clothes here, which can help me. As long as the zombies below leave, it will not be difficult for me to get down from the window.

but...

What happens after going down?

Carl frowned immediately, closed his eyes, and tried hard to recall the route he and Moore and the others had taken.

But even if I go to the parking spot, will they still be there?

Besides, Carl couldn't remember the route.

I only walked through it once, passing through various buildings and alleys, so it would be difficult to remember it even if I paid attention...

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