The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"do you hate me?"

"No, I only hate myself."

"You should hate it."

"hehe..."

"I'm sorry, but I have to. I have a lot to say to you, but not now."

In the dim cell, a pair of eyes flickered, but no one responded.

Carl continued, "I am very grateful to you. You did give me something. We can have a good chat in the future. But now, I don't want to talk to you too much through the iron bars, pretending to be a winner. Believe me, I don't want to see you in such a mess."

Karl pursed his lips, grabbed Liz's hand, and unknowingly increased his strength. Liz didn't dare to remind him and could only endure it silently.

"You need to find your meaning, you need to find a new reason, go find it, and you will find it.

Final advice, don't let yourself get complacent when you think you have it all. I hope I've taught you something as well."

"You have taught me a lot." The Governor's voice became much hoarser.

Karl nodded, pulled Liz around, and only then noticed Liz's expression. He let go of Liz's hand and said apologetically,

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice. You could have reminded me. I told you that you can be in awe of me, but you don't need to be too afraid of me. I don't want fear to take over everything in you."

"I...I'm okay, I like this feeling..." Liz gave a cautious smile.

"Huh?" Carl was slightly stunned, then he laughed. It was really perverted, but this was what made Liz different from others.

He smiled and patted Liz's head. "Okay, let's go. I'll take you to meet a friend."

"What friend?" Liz opened her eyes wide with curiosity and looked up at Carl.

"A very special friend, one of my dearest ones."

"But...I remember the word beloved, it should be the only one."

"Hehe... that's just a superficial understanding. There will always be exceptions."

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"Thomas, how's your shooting skill?" Carl looked at Thomas who was in the driver's seat.

"Do you think an executioner's shooting skills can be bad?" Thomas turned his head and smiled.

Leaving the prison, driving the car, and enjoying the night breeze on his face, Thomas felt a rare sense of relaxation.

"But you are not a real executioner. I recognize your character, but your strength is really questionable." Carl put his hand on the car window and looked at the night view silently.

"Boy, are you doubting me? I may have seen more dead people than you have seen living people." Thomas laughed.

Carl curled his lips, "That's just what you've seen. In this year, I can be sure that I have killed more zombies than the people you know."

"Boy, if you're really not afraid of zombies, why did you call me out?"

"Well, that's the point." Carl nodded and looked at Thomas, "I need you just in case. You can consider yourself a bodyguard, but the danger you need to watch out for is not the zombies."

"Not a zombie?" Thomas narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Well, among the people in Woodbury, apart from those who have joined the prison, those who have died, or the governor of the prison, there is another person who is out."

"Who? How do you know?"

"It's easy to come to the conclusion by counting the bodies and the living. His name is Joseph. He is very strong. At least in a fight, your weak arms and legs are definitely no match for him."

Carl frowned slightly. Joseph's existence itself was a variable. Ever since he knew that Joseph was neither dead nor captured, Carl felt a little uneasy.

Otherwise, there is really no need to bring Thomas when going out. Even if you bring someone, Thomas is not the best choice. Unfortunately, the better choices are all very busy now.

"Kid, fighting is not about size. If that were the case, brown bears would have ruled the world long ago." Thomas pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Damn it!" Thomas suddenly turned the steering wheel, and Carl's body fell to one side uncontrollably.

"Stop the car." Carl quickly grabbed the handle on the car door.

"Kid, save the joke for later." Thomas continued to turn the steering wheel, trying to change the direction.

The zombies on the road ahead had already been attracted by the headlights and the roar of the engine, and they were running towards us with staggering steps and roars.

"Thomas, there are not many zombies, only about ten or so." Carl said with a frown.

Thomas's movements froze slightly. "You mean to kill them?"

"Stop the car first." Karl frowned slightly and added, "I'm a little disappointed in you."

The car stopped, Karl opened the door and walked down, then walked to the back seat and opened the back door, "Liz, were you hurt just now?"

"It's okay." Liz got out of the back seat, and Thomas also got out of the driver's seat. They quickly pulled out the revolver and started shooting.

"Bang! Bang!..."

The six bullets were quickly used up, and Thomas hurriedly began to reload. The shortcoming of the revolver was revealed: it was too slow to load bullets.

"It's obvious that you are a poor shooter." Carl had already taken Liz to the other side of the front of the car.

"Kid, stop making sarcastic remarks. The gun you carry should not be just for decoration, right? Help me." Thomas was a little anxious.

"At the speed of the zombies, you still have about half a minute." Carl continued to say sarcastically, and then ignored Thomas.

"Liz, come here." Carl pulled Liz's body and let her stand in front of him.

"What...what happened." Liz's body trembled slightly. She had expected it.

"Come on, hold it." Carl took the Glock, grabbed Liz's hand, and helped Liz hold the Glock with both hands.

"Should...should I kill them? I..."

"Liz, remember what I told you? In fact, except for what you care about, everything, no matter what it is, zombies, humans, animals, they are all the same.

You need to care about what is useful to you, and what is useless. No matter what it is, you can treat it equally. You can do it. You said you won't let me down. "

Because Thomas was on the other side of the front of the car, Carl spoke close to Liz's ear, and Carl could feel Liz's body trembling.

"I...will...not let you down."

"Good boy."

Carl held Liz's hand and aimed at a zombie. "Pull the trigger. Don't close your eyes or scream. I want you to calmly look at how powerful your fingers are."

"Okay... okay." Liz stared at the zombies in front of her with wide eyes. Her body trembled a little, but because she leaned on Carl and felt the temperature and breath of Carl's body, Liz gradually calmed down.

As Carl said, you have to be clear about what you care about?

So, Liz pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

He opened his eyes calmly and watched the zombies fall.

Liz seemed to understand what Carl said about how powerful her fingers were.

"Very good, Liz, you did a great job." Carl smiled, rubbed Liz's head, let go of Liz, and took the Glock from Liz.

"I didn't disappoint you."

"certainly."

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