The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Bucephalus, you should run, go ahead, run, you can run, I will watch over you like I always do Carl."

Beth loosened the reins, but Bucephalus showed little interest and continued to follow Beth. When Beth stopped, he would also stop and casually pull some grass into his mouth.

"Hey, Bucephalus, do you know the meaning of your name? It was given to you by Karl."

Bucephalus stopped pulling the grass and looked at Beth curiously.

"Damn, Carl said you're smart, but you can't be this smart, right?" Beth rubbed her forehead helplessly.

"Well, I tell you, I don't know either, but Karl told me that the name Bucephalus means bull's head in Greek, which also means fighting bull, which means he is as brave as a fighting bull.

More than 2,300 years ago, there was a black war horse. It was black like you, but with a white mark on its head.

But its mark is a little different from yours. Your mark looks like a cross, and according to Carl, its mark looks a bit like a bull's head, so it has the name Bucephalus.

It was the mount of Alexander the Great, one of the few war horses that can be recorded in history, and it accompanied Alexander the Great throughout his legendary life.

It accompanied Alexander the Great in battles throughout his life. Carl gave you this name, and it seems that he also has a dream of becoming a general.

But boys, that's as it should be. You know, Bucephalus, Carl has always wanted to ride you, but if you don't exercise, you'll get fat.

So for Karl's sake, you should run, at least not to diminish the prestige of the name Bucephalus."

Beth patted Bucephalus on the back to show encouragement, and Bucephalus took small steps hesitantly and ran.

Beth smiled helplessly, then stretched, sat down on the grass, lay down again, and squinted her eyes slightly.

It's almost early summer, and lying on the grass at this moment, the slightly cool feeling is just right.

The sun today is neither too big nor too small, which is quite good. The occasional breeze makes people feel extremely comfortable.

"The sun is not too hot and the breeze is just right, but..." Beth murmured to herself, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Squint your eyes slightly for a while.

"Hey, Beth." A white young man who looked to be in his early twenties walked over with a sunny smile.

Beth raised her head in confusion and looked in the direction of the voice, "Warren? What's wrong?"

"Uh, that's right." Warren was slightly stunned, then smiled gently.

"What's the matter? Tell me." Beth stood up quickly. Beth didn't want others to see her lying on the ground.

"I want to make friends with you. You know, I just came here and I'm unfamiliar with everyone. I need to get to know you." Warren stretched out his hand, as if wanting to shake hands.

"Whoosh~" A sharp whistle suddenly came.

Beth was slightly startled, then instinctively took a step back.

Warren was also startled, and quickly withdrew his hand. He smiled awkwardly and looked in the direction where the whistle came from, and greeted, "Hello, Moore."

"No, no, no, I'm not good." Moore looked at Warren with a teasing smile, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of himself.

"Uh, Moore, did anyone offend you? You are in a bad mood." Warren was a little afraid of Moore.

It's not just Warren. To be precise, except for some old people, there are almost no newcomers who are not afraid of Moore.

"That's right, someone has offended Uncle Moore." Moore nodded with a smile, then rushed to Warren and punched him in the face.

Then, Moore threw another punch without any hesitation, knocking Warren to the ground. He then sat on Warren's body and punched him twice more. Warren's nose bleed immediately.

"Moir, I did something wrong." Warren quickly covered his face with his arms.

"Forget it, you coward, wasting Mr. Moore's energy." Moore pouted, let go of Warren, stood up, and kicked Warren again, "Coward, get away from me, remember, stay away from Beth in the future."

Then Moore didn't look at Warren again, but focused his eyes on Beth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Beth took a few steps back in fear. From the farm till now, Beth had always had a natural fear of Moore.

"Girl, why did you leave?" Moore restrained the improper expression on his face.

At this time, Bucephalus seemed to realize that something was wrong here, so he ran back, holding his reins in his mouth and handed them to Beth.

Beth was slightly startled, holding the reins, and seemed to feel more at ease with Bucephalus by her side, so she said to More very seriously: "I have a name, my name is Beth."

"Yes, I know, Beth." Mor nodded and looked at Bucephalus again. "Nice horse."

"What do you want from me?" Beth asked.

Moore nodded, shook his head, and glanced back. Warren had already left, so Moore asked again, "Beth, why did you leave?"

Beth hesitated, then said, "The name Judith was chosen by Carl, not Sean."

"Are you angry about this?" Moore laughed.

"No, I'm not angry, I'm just a little unhappy, and it's not because of this. Of course I should be happy about Judith's birth, but, but I always think of Carl." Beth lowered her head slightly in frustration.

"Haha, me too. Those bastards were laughing so happily, as if they had completely forgotten about that kid. Although I have no right to say anything, I am still very upset."

More curled his lips and reached into his pocket, wanting to take out a cigarette, but held back. After so long, More still couldn't change this habit. Even though he didn't smoke, he would always touch it subconsciously."You have a good relationship with Carl?" Beth was slightly stunned.

"Okay."

"Damn, he promised me to stay away from you." Beth was a little dissatisfied.

"Damn, girl, oh no, Beth, I'm really sad when you say that." Moore exaggeratedly covered his heart with his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried that you might lead Carl astray." Beth nodded apologetically.

"Haha, I can't corrupt that kid." Moore smiled indifferently, "Just now I noticed you left, I hesitated for a long time, because Karl once asked me to stay away from you, I can understand.

But I came to you anyway because I wanted to remind you of something."

"What's the matter?" Beth was slightly stunned.

"Now it seems unnecessary to say it, but I can also say, don't forget that kid, Beth. I don't know if you know it, but I do.

That boy treats you very differently. Although I don't know why, he seems to regard you as his only emotional support, which is a privilege that neither Sean nor Lori has.

I believe that guy will not die, I have always believed that, so you must remember him and wait for him, otherwise if that guy comes back and sees you with someone else, he will be so sad.

Let me think about it, he would kill people, you don't want to see that side of him.

So, in order to prevent tragedy from happening, I will take that boy's place and watch over you, and I will keep those bastards away from you."

"Haha, thank you." Beth smiled. "But I'm different from you. I always think that Carl will come back. He will definitely come back. Although 59 days have passed, I still think so."

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