The Walking Dead

The room where Michonne was held on the second floor was silent. Tasia stood at the closed door: "We are leaving now. If you want, you can leave with our car. When you leave this place, whether you want to Go or stay, it’s up to you.”

There was no response in the room, and Tasia pondered for a while before pushing the door open.

Michonne sat cross-legged in the corner, staring unblinkingly at the direction of the entrance, her bright eyes glistening in the darkness, like a lurking beast.

Tasia froze for a moment: "You don't need to be nervous, I have no malicious intentions." She slowly put down the katana, and then took a step back.

"Since you still can't trust us, then we have no choice but to say goodbye." Tasia took a deep look at Michonne, turned and left, "Take care."

Even if you can't get some things and some people, you don't have to regret it, because she still has a way to go, and there are more people worthy of her cherishing.

It wasn't until Tasia disappeared at the stairs that Michonne lowered his eyelids, stood up and walked to the door, bent down and picked up his knife behind his back.

"Everyone get ready, we're going." Darryl stood on the high cargo box, steadily shooting and killing the zombies gathered outside the iron gate. Those walking corpses in twos and threes still wandered slowly and unconsciously.

Sean carefully opened the iron bolt on the door, looked at Lilian behind who was supporting Seth, and said softly: "Remember to follow me closely." The two nodded solemnly without saying much.

Darryl, who quickly climbed out of the cargo box, walked to the end of the line and gestured to Sean.

Sean, who received the signal, pushed the iron gate lightly, only for one person to enter and exit, and walked out sideways. When both Lilian and Seth came out, he immediately escorted them and ran all the way to the parking place.

Sean's car arrived later, so it stopped a little closer. Although Seth was injured and couldn't run fast, overall it was in much better condition than Darryl's off-road vehicle parked alone in the square. .

After Moore came out, he took the lead and rushed forward. He had to drive quickly. It would be bad if he didn't start the car until everyone arrived. He didn't want to be surrounded by a large group of zombies.

Tasia hugged Peggy and followed under Darryl's escort. The little boy was afraid of causing trouble to everyone, so he quietly put his arms around Tasia's neck and buried his face in her shoulder.

Some of the nearby zombies spotted the running people and slowly began to approach the seven of them.

Darryl stepped back, cleaning up the zombies approaching everyone one by one. Before being discovered by more walking corpses, using cold weapons was the best choice.Among the group, only his crossbow can be used at long range, but he had already used more than a dozen arrows when clearing the road just now, and he didn't have time to recover them.If they didn't want to alarm more zombies, they had to start the car and leave quickly, otherwise, after the short arrows were used up, they could only fall into hand-to-hand combat.

"It's done!" Moore, who jumped into the cab first, grinned. He never lost the chain at critical moments!

In the quiet dawn, in the empty square, the sound of closing the car door is so abrupt no matter how soft it is.

"Oh! Damn it." Seeing the wandering zombies paused at the same time, and then gathered in the direction of the off-road vehicle in a daze, Moore's vest felt cold, and he hurriedly started the car. After the three of them quickly got into the car, they immediately As soon as you step on the gas pedal, you rush forward.

"Moore, Sean and his car didn't move!" Tasia put down Pei Ji and hurriedly grabbed the back of the driver's seat.

Darryl, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car window and aimed at the zombies outside the car: "They're surrounded!"

As soon as Moore gritted his teeth, he turned the steering wheel and drove in Sean's direction.

The unconcealable smell of blood on Seth's body attracted the surrounding zombies. Six or seven zombies lay on the car window and stuck out their sticky tongues to lick the closed window glass.

Moore, who rushed over quickly, drove an off-road vehicle around them in a circle and played with his driving skills. Most of Daryl's body leaned out of the window, and after shooting the arrow in his hand, he kept shouting: "Shoot, shoot! Sean, we will open the way for you in front! Just rush out!"

Sean stepped on the accelerator tightly, and didn't bother to talk to him, he directly bumped into the remaining zombie blocking the front of the car and caught up with the car in front of him.

Tasia drew out her pistol and cooperated with Daryl to snipe and kill the walking corpses that kept rushing towards Sean. If he hadn't been driving such an ordinary car, maybe he wouldn't have been in such a mess.

In just a few breaths, Moore had already driven the off-road vehicle to brutally crush the zombies on the way forward, and rushed to the gate.

Sean also followed without any risk, and Tasia finally breathed a sigh of relief, and shifted her gaze to the warehouse in a strange way.

The iron door of the warehouse had been tightly closed at some point, and a figure could be vaguely seen behind the ventilation window of their watchpost, quietly watching them fleeing in a hurry.

Tasia involuntarily waved her hand in the direction of the warehouse through the rear window. I don't know if Michonne can see it. If we meet again in the future, I don't know when it will be.

Just as the group of people drove back to the avenue, throwing off the group of zombies, outside the Woodbury safe zone, in the woods that Hebe had driven through, four men were digging pits hard under the command of Crowley. .

"Brady! Did you not eat today or what's the matter? Damn it, hurry up and dig it hard!" Crowley took off the turban wrapped around his head, wiped his sweat, and asked It's not for the sake of his dead brother, he really doesn't want to deal with this useless kid.

The man on the side stuck the shovel into the soil, took out half a pack of crumpled cigarettes, threw one to Crowley, and said with a smile: "This is the new one, just beat it a few more times. Don't get angry, either."

Brady didn't dare to make a sound, and tried to shovel up the soil and throw it aside with a dull head. His palms were burning hot, but he could no longer hide under the wings of his father and brother as before, and enjoy their protection as a matter of course. .

Those who could protect him were all dead.Thinking of his brother's severed throat, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and a world where people can kill at will. He will not allow himself to be slaughtered cowardly like before.

Crowley struck a match and lit a cigarette: "Hurry up and dig the trap. Don't be lazy today. The governor will come over later to check the progress. You can take care of yourself. Don't get into trouble and get me involved."

This is the only place covered by trees on the several roads leading to the safe area. If you want to approach their base camp without going through the streets, this is the only road.

Crowley looked at the tire tracks left on the narrow path. The group who sneaked up on them last night should have passed through here, and finally sneaked in while avoiding their sight.

After taking the last few puffs of cigarettes, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his foot: "Everyone, don't rest, hurry up and finish your disguise."

Half an hour later, just as Crowley and the others smoothed the floating soil on the trap with branches and sprinkled some dead leaves casually, the governor walked over with a few of his men.

Crowley quickly threw away the branches and went up to him: "It's already done."

The governor nodded expressionlessly, and pointed sideways to the black man with a longbow on his back: "Shumpert, you and Crowley brought three people to ambush nearby." Turning his face, he saw standing with his head down. Brady, who was behind the crowd, frowned and said, "Give him a gun, I hope he can avenge his tragic death like a man today."

Seeing that Brady, who was stuffed with a pistol in his hand, shrank back a step, then suppressed his uneasiness, looked up at himself, the governor softened his voice, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you don't, you can learn, I believe You can do it."

Brady clenched the gun in his hand and nodded heavily. Crowley said that if he dared to run, the governor would definitely kill him.

If he wanted to survive, no one could have blood on his hands. He had no way out now, so he could only keep moving forward.