The Walking Dead

"Darryl, come and see what I found." Moore picked up a folded map that was left on the ground, patted the dust on it, and called out to his brother loudly while unfolding it.

On the map, more than 20 miles along the road, there is a small town sign circled in red handwriting.

Maybe that's where they ended up, Moore pointed at that location with his finger, and licked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Darryl." He raised his head, there was no sound around him, and there was no response from his brother.

An ominous premonition flashed in Moore's mind, he quickly raised the carbine in his hand, and moved vigilantly in the direction Daryl left: "Darryl, answer me!"

At this time, Darryl was lying quietly in the stream of the mountain stream. The clear stream washed away from his hair, taking away the faint traces of blood, and the crossbow got stuck in the gap between the stones not far away. between.

The morning sun shone on the sparkling water, Darryl opened his eyes slightly, and heard Moore's voice in a trance.

The glare of the sun was projected from behind the elder brother: "What are you doing here, idiot, has your head been opened?"

Darryl was so weak that he had to squint his eyes to block the too strong light: "... Moore."

"What's going on, are you on a lunch break?" Moore's joking face was a little vague.

"Bad day, man," Darryl thought, not going to get a concussion.

"Shall I bring you a pillow, or scratch your feet?" Moore's voice kept rambling.

"Go to hell." Darryl had a splitting headache and couldn't help but stop him.

"Now it seems that you are the one who is about to die. I have spent so many years teaching you to be a real man, is this the result I got?" Moore pointed at him in disgust, "Look You, look at you, lying in the mud like a used condom.

You will die here, my brother, what are you doing this for, why are you working so hard. "

"Tasia, Tasia was lost by me, I want to get her back." Darryl's head became more and more dizzy, and he just answered Moore's question subconsciously.

Moore looked at him with pity: "Tasia? What if I can't find it, what if she is dead?"

"Shut up." Impossible, she's not going to die, and Darryl struggles to keep himself from falling asleep.

"What are you praying for? Longing for a normal family, with parents, brothers, wives, and children?" Moore patted his face heavily, "Don't be delusional, these are not people like us. Got it. No matter how powerful you are, to them, you're a freak, redneck.

It's you, they tease you behind your back, you know that, don't you?I'm telling you, man, one day they're gonna kick you off like you're a piece of shit. "

Darryl's head became more and more dizzy, he slowly closed his eyes, he didn't want to hear Moore's belittling words again, those words made his heart throbbing.

"Hey, they are not your relatives, and the blood flowing in their bodies is different." Moore pinched his chin, forced his face back, and stared at his closed eyes solemnly, "Listen I said no one would care about you but me, my poor little brother, no one would. Get up, get up, and don't wait for me to kick your teeth out!"

Darryl really wanted to tell Moore to stop arguing and let him take a good rest, but the heartless elder brother actually kicked his feet vigorously when he couldn't be persuaded.

Darryl had no choice but to cheer up and try to open his eyes, looking at the figure at his feet.

Seeing clearly, he couldn't help being surprised, there was no Moore around, only a zombie, kneeling at his feet, holding his feet and gnawing on the shoe.

Fortunately, he was wearing big-toed boots, the shock almost scared his heart out, and he quickly kicked and kicked to free his feet from its mouth.

Before Darryl had time to reach the crossbow that was thrown aside, the zombie that was kicked aside got up and jumped on him again.

The zombie who smelled the smell of meat was so powerful at the moment, and Darryl, who was injured in the head, couldn't keep a distance from it for a while, so he had to withdraw his hand, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and started a close combat with it .

"I'll let you bite, let you fucking bite again!" Darryl, who had the upper hand, pressed it to the ground, stabbed its head with a knife, and finally sat down on the ground exhausted, muttering , "Moore, bastard, don't say it, sometimes it really works."

After a short rest, Darryl covered his head and slowly got up, picked up the crossbow on the side and checked it. Except for the only arrow left on it, the others fell to nowhere, and they probably all sank to the bottom of the water.

He didn't dare to stay where he was for a long time, so he tore off his sleeves, bandaged the wound on his head, and began to look for the way back to the top of the slope.

There are no shortcuts on the eighty-degree slope. The only fortunate thing is that the slope is full of shrubs and small trees.Darryl climbed slowly up the trees on both sides. The dizziness in his head made him stop and rest for a while every time he went up: "You can do it, you have already climbed halfway, Don't be like a bitch, come on."

Darryl looked up at the end point that he could never reach at the top, the sunlight was so dazzling through the layers of leaves that he wanted to just fall asleep.

"What's the matter, little Darryl, is this all you can do? Throw away the bag and climb up quickly." Moore's voice came from above.

"I feel better when you're not arguing." Darryl shook his head, trying to shake off the unsettling visions.

Moore's face appeared on the top of the hillside: "Come on, don't be like this. From the day you were born, your fate has been tied to me. Although you are useless, someone must take care of you."

"You never took care of me. You said it nicely, but you never really did it. You're not here now, and it's been like this for all these years." Darryl twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to climb , he started hallucinating again, which is really not a good sign.

Whenever he needed this big brother, Moore never showed up. From childhood to adulthood, there was never a time when he was not like this, and he was used to it.

I am used to eating alone, sleeping alone, and supporting myself.When he got lost, he groped to find his way home, but no one came to find him. That's how he was, living alone for so many years.

He still has the face to ask himself what he desires, hehe, how could Moore, who has been fooling around outside all day, understand what the younger brother who was left on the spot needs.