The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Looking at the empty streets.

Although there are no zombies, it doesn't mean that Carl has enough time to think carefully.

Before coming down, Carl had already thought about where to go.

The answer is simple. A safe place without zombies and living people means that the two biggest dangerous factors in the apocalypse have been eliminated.

The gunfire had stopped.

Although Carl didn't check the time because he didn't want to dirty Beth's watch.

But looking at the sun almost in the center of the sky, it should be around noon.

After looking around again, Carl chose the direction opposite to the gunshots and walked directly in the middle of the street.

His tongue licked his lips uncontrollably, and his hand held the Glock tightly.

I must find some water as soon as possible. It's okay if I'm just thirsty now, but once my body shows symptoms of dehydration, I will be in danger.

The streets were very quiet, with only a few cars colliding occasionally. From time to time, there would be some long-standing bloodstains on the ground, or a few bones, and broken limbs were not uncommon.

"quack..."

A crow landed on a street lamp with something in its mouth.

"Damn it, I didn't walk into the wrong set, did it turn from an apocalyptic movie into a ghost movie?"

Karl told himself a joke, as if trying to relax himself a little.

But from his heavy breathing and his obviously rapid heartbeat, Carl knew that he was very nervous, something that even he could hardly control.

Carl stopped and looked at an independent residential building next to the street. The door was ajar. He was a little hesitant. There might be water inside, but it might also be dangerous.

But the intense dryness in his mouth was almost destroying Carl's sanity.

I have to go, I have to find water, and there may be something in there that I can use.

But Carl is very clear about his strengths and weaknesses. As long as he has the Glock in his hand, discovering a small number of zombies in advance will not be a threat.

What Carl was afraid of was the sudden appearance of zombies. If he was knocked down, with his current strength, he would have no power to resist.

This is why Carl tries to stay away from buildings as much as possible. Although he can hide his body by staying close to buildings, various accidents may suddenly occur in buildings.

"I don't like taking risks." Kevin looked at the townhouse-style building and muttered to himself in a very quiet voice that only he could hear.

"But no one likes to take risks. No, maybe some people like it, but I don't. But I have to do it. I have to..."

He shook his head, took one last look around, took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the half-open door, holding the Glock with silencer in both hands.

The silencer affects the feel a little, but this only applies to long-range shooting. Within fifty meters, Carl thinks it shouldn't be a big problem.

Carl stretched out his left hand and slowly pushed open the door, holding the Glock firmly in his right hand. At first glance, the room was a little dim, but there were no zombies.

"Boom, boom…"

He knocked lightly on the door with the knuckles of his left hand, making a sound that was neither loud nor soft. If possible, it would be best to draw out the threat in the dark.

"Boom, boom…"

He increased the pressure a little and knocked a few more times. Carl waited patiently, even though his tongue had licked his lips uncontrollably for who knows how many times.

He could hardly feel the presence of saliva in his mouth, but Carl knew that although his condition seemed bad, it would take at least a few hours for his body to show symptoms of dehydration.

Safety is the most important thing at the moment. No one can help you now. Only by being careful and cautious can you survive.

"Uh uh uh..."

Finally, when Karl knocked on the door harder and harder, there was movement in the room after a few minutes.

"Bang! Bang..."

There was a sound of something falling in the room, and a sound of something heavy rolling down the stairs.

Carl looked back and around. Fortunately, although the noise was loud, it was only in the room after all. It was very weak when transmitted to the outside world and did not attract zombies in other locations.

Carl turned his head and looked into the room. At this moment, the zombie appeared in Carl's sight. It was a woman in pajamas.

But now it has a general name,

The Walking Dead.

"Ding!"

It was a very subtle sound, but the bullet had entered the center of its forehead and the zombie fell down.

Karl didn't rush in and continued to wait. After about a few minutes, Karl slowly walked in, gently closed the door, and looked around the room.

There is a living room on the left, a dining table on the right, and an open kitchen at the back.

Take slow steps,

Stop in front of a room and turn the doorknob.

Can open, open it a little, step back two steps, tap it gently, and raise the Glock.

A few minutes later, Carl moved to another room, which was not full of people, and found no other zombies.

Then I went to the second floor, the study, the bathroom, and the bedrooms, but didn't find any other zombies.

The third floor is the attic, which is usually used to store sundries. Although it is unlikely to have zombies,

But just because it's possible doesn't mean it's certain.

Well, there really isn't anything. There's only one house and one zombie. It seems like I'm lucky.

Carl smiled, holstered his Glock, and quickly ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I turned on the faucet, but there was no water. Well, I had expected that, but I still wanted to give it a try despite my unwillingness.

Focus your eyes elsewhere, open the cupboard, there are some cans and various sauces, and even a few bottles of red wine on top of the cupboard.

But there was no water that Carl wanted.

Looking at the red wine, Carl hesitated for a moment, took a bench to cushion it, took them down and placed them on the platform.

If you can't find water, these may help quench your thirst, but it is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

Karl shook his head helplessly, exited the kitchen and entered the living room. Karl's eyes suddenly lit up and there was a teapot on the dining table.

Karl quickly ran over and picked it up. It was very light, which made Karl feel a little disappointed, but he still couldn't help but open it and take a look.

There was still some water flowing at the bottom, and although the vision was dim and Carl couldn't see what the water looked like, he smelled a strange odor as soon as he picked it up and brought it close to his head.

The water has been stagnant for more than half a year, and perhaps there are more insect eggs than water in it.

Karl put down the teapot, pursed his lips, and felt a little angry.

No,

No, Carl didn't actually want to put it down, but wanted to smash it out heavily.

But reason told Carl that this wouldn't work as it would attract zombies.

After letting out a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Carl continued his search. It was impossible that there wasn't even a bottle of water in such a big house.

"Well, there will definitely be one." Carl comforted himself.

Maybe I have experienced too few setbacks, and this alone makes me upset. Well, it's just a small matter.

But what can really make people collapse is not life-and-death situations, but rather some small things that ignite all the negative emotions accumulated in their hearts.

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