The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

　　The next day.

　　It was almost noon when Sean and his friends were ready to set off.

　　Maybe it was because we all drank too much last night, so we slept a little longer today.

　　There were five of them in total: Sean, Daryl, Moore, Glenn, and T-boy, and the others stayed in the convenience store.

　　After checking the equipment and supplies and distributing the bullets, each person carried a backpack.

　　"Let's get ready to go." Sean shook his head. It's not easy to recover from a hangover, but time is limited. Staying here for one more day would increase the danger. He couldn't delay any longer.

　　Sean warned everyone, "We are leaving now. We will be back before dark. Please be careful during this time. Dale, please keep watch."

　　"Don't worry, we'll be fine."

　　"Be careful."

　　…

　　Sean waved his hand and took the two of them to open the convenience store. Everyone who stayed in the convenience store watched them leave tacitly at the glass door.

　　Sean and his crew were lightly equipped, with only two rifles, Sean's Mossberg shotgun and T's hunting rifle.

　　Since Glenn had never touched a gun, he left the hunting rifle in the camp. It would be a burden to carry it with him. However, he was given another pistol, but only just in case.

　　The best way is naturally to use cold weapons to deal with the zombies if possible.

　　When Sean and his companions completely disappeared from everyone's sight, everyone dispersed.

　　Dale sat behind the glass door with a shotgun on his back, while most of the others gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

　　There was nothing to do and no way to entertain myself. No one had ever said that the end of the world would be so boring.

　　Sophia didn't come to play with Carl. Although Ed was still lying down, he had recovered a lot. It seemed that he was lucky and didn't break any bones.

　　Because of his hatred for Sean More, Ed does not allow Carol Sophia to have any contact with other people.

　　Carl didn't feel bored at all. Whenever he had free time, he would take out Sean's Glock to practice.

　　If holding a gun can be considered as shooting practice...

　　For example, now, Carl is holding the Glock with both hands and imagining shooting. Although he can't shoot, it doesn't mean he can't practice shooting.

　　"Carl, aren't you tired?" Lori asked helplessly as she sat aside.

　　"It's okay. I'll put it down when I'm tired." Carl answered with his hands still raised straight.

　　Carl is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although his gun holding today is not really stable, it is much better than yesterday.

　　Lori felt a little distressed when she saw Carl holding the gun, but she knew that if one wanted to become stronger, one had to endure hardships. In this world, the ability to protect oneself was so important.

　　After another two minutes, Carl's arms began to tremble, and Carl also felt sore, so he put down his arms and moved them.

　　"Carl, come here." Lori waved to Carl.

　　Carl nodded, turned off the safety on the Glock, put it in the inside pocket of his coat, and walked obediently to stand in front of Lori.

　　Lori touched Carl's head and said, "Are you tired?"

　　"It's okay." Carl shook his head.

　　Lori didn't say anything else, she pulled Carl into her arms and rubbed his arms gently.

　　Is this motherly love?

　　Karl did not struggle and stayed obediently in Lori's arms.

　　The other end.

　　Sean and his team didn't have a map of the town, but the gun store and the police station were not difficult to find.

　　Several people walked carefully along the street, lurking cautiously beside the buildings.

　　Occasionally there are some zombies on the streets, wandering aimlessly or just standing there stupidly.

　　If the number is small, a few people can sneak up on them and deal with them with daggers and crossbows.

　　Sean suddenly stopped at a newsstand. There was a map hanging outside the newsstand. It was not accurate to call it a map, but more like a tourist route or something like that.

　　But their functions are similar, and police stations and gun stores have markings on them.

　　"The gun store is located in a busy commercial street, while the police station is located in a remote area. This indicates the number of zombies and the degree of threat.

　　Where do you think we should go first?" Sean whispered to them.

　　Glenn suggested, "Then let's go to the police station. They have enough guns for us. As for the commercial street, even if this is a small town, there will be at least a few hundred zombies. We can't handle it."

　　Moore smiled disdainfully, "You can think of things that others can't. If that were the case, the police station would have been looted long ago."

　　Sean hesitated for a moment and said, "No matter what, let's go to the police station first. The commercial street is really too dangerous."

　　"What if not?" Moore said lightly.

　　"Then we will search every house, even though this will be much slower, it is safer. We cannot take any risks."

　　"Okay, Sheriff, you have the final say."

　　After determining the target, several people began to move towards the police station, and the map was put away by Sean.

　　The town was not big and the police station was not far away, so it soon came into everyone's sight.

　　The police station was at the other end of the street, only a few dozen meters away from where they were now.

　　Several police vehicles were seen rammed into each other on the street and were apparently disabled.

　　There were still many zombie corpses outside the police station, many of which had already rotted. It was obvious that the police station had organized defense at the time.

　　As for the results.

　　The collapsed gate and the zombies still existing on the street, all of this speaks for itself.

　　"Why are there so many zombies here?" Glenn was very surprised, but fortunately he controlled his voice even though he was surprised.

　　That's right, even though there were quite a few zombie corpses lying outside the police station, there were still many zombies wandering on the streets.

　　At a glance, there are nearly a hundred of them within sight alone.

　　"It's a gunshot." Sean narrowed his eyes and felt annoyed that he had overlooked the most crucial point.

　　"When those police officers opened fire and killed the zombies, they attracted more zombies. No wonder there were so few zombies on the streets when we arrived."

　　"Sheriff, what do you say? Do it or not." Moore laughed softly.

　　Sean was stunned. "There are so many zombies. We can't deal with them at all. It's too dangerous."

　　"No, no, no." Moore smiled and took out a cigarette and lit it, "It is precisely because of so many zombies that we should do it.

　　These zombies represent that this place has not been robbed by newcomers. Sheriff, do you think that in this world, if there are no zombies in places with guns, will there still be guns left?"

　　"Do you have any solution?" Sean looked at Moore in surprise. What Moore said did make sense, but the key point was that Sean didn't expect Moore to be so smart.

　　"Of course." More nodded complacently, "If there is no other way, Master More will not go and die."

　　"Hunting, Sheriff, do you remember what I said about hunting?" Moore took a puff of cigarette intoxicatedly, "Attracting prey is also a science, and my brother happens to be very good at it, right? Brother."

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