The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

very dark.

It was pitch black before my eyes.

He opened his eyes drowsily and wanted to turn over and continue sleeping, but the coldness of his body made Carl unwilling to continue sleeping.

It was very cold, and Carl had no blanket around him.

He sat up, hugged his arms, and breathed slightly.

It was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. In such an environment, my body was still very cold and I knew that this place was not safe.

Carl is very insecure.

So, Karl endured the chill, slowly stretched out his hands, and began to grope for the location of the coffee table in his memory.

Although I didn't find the lighter, there seemed to be two boxes of matches, which could help me.

Carl moved his arms carefully and cautiously, trying not to knock anything over.

Although it is not known why, at night, zombies are more easily excited, and even their abilities in all aspects, from sensation to physical strength, speed and power, are enhanced.

Although this magnitude is not exaggerated, it will make simple things a little more difficult.

Carl guessed that ultraviolet rays might be the cause, but this was just a guess. Without professional knowledge and instruments, it would be difficult even if Carl wanted to do some research.

Carl once imagined that when the camp had more people and became more stable, perhaps he could start paying attention to the manpower and equipment in this area.

But Carl realized at this moment that he had been thinking too beautifully and too early. It is better not to think too much about something that has not yet been decided.

Finally, Carl got the match, fumbled with it and lit it. The orange-red flame brought a small light.

But it was enough for Carl to gain some precious sense of security.

Holding the match close to the watch, it was about half past nine.

The night will be long, Carl frowned slightly, such a night is really hard to endure, wouldn't it be nice if he could sleep until dawn?

Maybe I should go to the bedroom on the second floor and have a good sleep?

Carl felt a sudden stinging pain in his hand and quickly threw away the match that had already burned to the end.

The space fell into complete darkness again. Carl did not light the second match. He picked up the water bottle and took a sip from the location he remembered.

As for food, except for the unopened cans, everything else had spoiled to some extent. There were not many cans, so Carl had to save them.

Maybe I should go to the bedroom on the second floor, lie on the bed, cover myself with the quilt, think carefully about what I should do, and take a nap if I feel sleepy.

We'll decide what to do tomorrow morning.

Carl struck another match, picked up a pillow on the sofa and lit it with the match, but there was no way he could find a candle.

The pillow is filled with cotton and covered with cloth, both of which are very flammable materials. When it was first ignited, it was just a small spark, but within a few seconds, the entire pillow was completely burned.

This was beyond Carl's expectations. There was no place to pick it up, so Carl quickly threw it down.

The pillow was burning on the ground. Carl, who was watching over it, had a flickering expression on his face and a frown on his face. Is it true that when you are alone outside, nothing is easy?

Suddenly, the pillow on the ground burst into flames again and burned directly onto the sofa.

Karl's face changed and he quickly kicked the pillow away. The pillow had been burned to the point where only debris was left. It was easily kicked away, but the base of the sofa had already started to burn.

Carl kicked a few times, but the fire didn't diminish at all, and the remains of the fuse ignited the curtains behind the sofa.

Carl kicked the sofa angrily, but the fire did not subside because of Carl's anger. Instead, it became more and more intense.

But it was Carl's kick that made his toes hurt.

Carl endured the pain, unscrewed a bottle of water on the coffee table, and quickly poured it on the sofa. The flame was indeed extinguished where the water was poured, but now the entire sofa was almost on fire. This bottle of water could not put out such a big fire.

"Damn it!"

Carl quickly picked up the bullets on the table, put three bottles of water and two cans in a small bag, and walked towards the door.

I can't stay here anymore.

It would be stupid to leave the house at night, but it would be even more stupid to stay here.

Carl didn't know whether the house would be completely ignited, but the key point was not this, but the fire and the temperature.

The zombies are very sensitive to heat, and this will definitely attract them.

He came to the door, kicked the arm away, pulled out the dagger, carefully cut a thin line with several empty cans hanging on it, and gently placed it on the ground.

Then Carl opened the door cautiously and immediately stepped back, so that no zombies could rush in.

Looking outside the door, fortunately today is the 13th, and fortunately there are no dark clouds in the sky covering the moon.

Carl had good eyesight, so he saw two zombies moving towards him on the street.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the Glock and fired two shots, went out, looked to both sides, and fired again.

There are five zombies in sight now, not many, and not close at all. It is not difficult for Glockkar to deal with them.

Looking at the quiet street under the moonlight, Carl chose the direction he came from. Now there were not many zombies near the clothing store.

Maybe I can go back and wait for them, or at worst I can leave them some signals.

Carl believed that no matter what, Sean would not give up looking for him so easily.

"Huh~"

The quiet street, with a visibility of no more than ten meters, saw the wreckage of vehicles, bloodstains that looked a little strange under the moonlight, and mutilated corpses.

It fits the style of a horror movie very well, but it's not very friendly to Carl.

He slung the bag over his forearm, walked slowly, unloaded the Glock magazine, and loaded the bullets he had just taken.

"Well..."

Suddenly, a strong smelly wind accompanied by a roar came from the side.

Carl quickly stepped back and several bullets in his hand fell directly to the ground, but Carl didn't care about that anymore and quickly pushed the magazine into the Glock.

But before he could load his gun, the zombie was already very close, so Carl directly threw the bag on his left forearm at the zombie that suddenly appeared.

But it is not so easy to stop the zombies with just a few bottles of water and cans. The trajectory of the zombies has not changed at all. How can Carl's retreating speed be faster than the speed of the zombies?

"Bang."

Carl was knocked to the ground by the zombies, and the back of his head hit the ground heavily. Carl clearly heard the sound of the back of his head hitting the ground.

It was very heavy, so heavy that even Carl himself was scared. Carl was not sure whether a hole had been knocked directly into the back of his head by the ground.

Carl could only feel the back of his neck getting wet, and his hair was bleeding. A lot of blood was flowing, and Carl had no idea if there was any of his brain in the blood.

Carl's consciousness began to blur, but his body instinctively pointed the Glock in his hand at the zombies on his body.

There was no point in pulling the trigger because the gun was not loaded, but the zombie bit the silencer directly, and then the silencer went completely into the zombie's mouth.

Carl was somewhat delighted, as if he saw hope for life.

I tried to raise my head, but the pain in the back of my head was so severe.

No,

It's not painful.

Carl couldn't be sure what kind of feeling it was, but Carl seemed to have vaguely sensed the passing of his life.

My body gradually lost strength and I couldn't even bend my fingers.

My consciousness started to blur and then started to slow down.

Carl saw Beth's smile, which was very sweet and warm, and Carl couldn't help but smile.

I saw Sean's face, and he was smiling too, but his smile was different from Beth's. His smile gave the feeling of a loving father looking at his only son whom he was proud of.

There are a lot more,

Lori's concern, Sophia's clinginess, More's foul mouth, Glenn's silly smile, and Daryl's cold exterior but warm heart.

There were more, but Carl couldn't see them clearly anymore.

Is this the end?

I really can't accept it. I promised Beth. Damn it.

I promised!

But...

real,

Feel sorry...

Carl's eyes closed weakly.

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