[comprehensive] superior skills

Seeing the speeding school bus again, the guards of the small town directly opened the door and let it go without hesitation.

Moore still looked like a cheap ruffian, but he didn't dare to climb the glass to watch the fun.

However, the supplies delivered this time were unexpected. Except for one big, five small and six survivors, there were only cans of instant food that were not too scarce. As for books and sanitary napkins, which are useless in the eyes of men, they were directly ignored. Never mind.

"Wow, it seems that the little princess's harvest is not very good this time!"

Moore, gloating over his misfortune, rubbed his nose, "Next time uncle takes you out, keeping it will open your eyes!"

Song Ci opened a box of canned beef and fed it to the black bear, who was tougher than a hound. He laughed and said, "Dear Uncle Moore, I saw a man carrying a crossbow\arrow far away from the prison. He saw He looks thin and haggard, as if he's having a bad time. By the way, what's the name of Uncle Moore's brother, if I remember correctly, it should be Darryl?"

Moore's face darkened instantly, "Stupid Darryl, I told him to stay in the town! What's the use of being with Rick, that hypocrite, and going through life and death for a group of useless bitches!"

The younger brother who has been dependent on each other since childhood actually wants to follow the culprit who caused him to lose his hand and hate him. I am afraid this is the key that Moore can't let go of.

Emily, who was parked by the side of the road waiting for the physical examination, squinted her eyes immediately, and warned in a dangerous tone: "Better speak politely, sir!"

Moore sneered, waving his steel knife and touching the blood-stained baseball bat provocatively, "I like to talk like that by nature, how do you want to bite me?!"

"Moore!"

Milton, who arrived in time, stopped the conflict, "It's time for you to take the team to patrol!"

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things! The only person I have to obey in Woodbury is the Governor!"

Moore, who was in a bad mood, scratched Milton's lens with a sharp blade again, "You'd better take care of yourself, sissy!"

When the flamboyant captain turned and left, Emily looked up at the flying banner and said sarcastically, "'The town welcomes you?' It's really a unique welcome ceremony!"

"I'm sorry, although I don't want to admit it, but we really need people like Moore in our lives. They may be difficult to approach, but they are the most loyal guardians of the town."

Milton reached out first, "I'm Milton, a part-time physician, and I'm currently managing the ranch."

"Ranch? Are you still raising animals?!"

Emily strengthened her hands in surprise, "This is really great, I haven't seen a living creature other than humans for a long time! When I left school with my children, I brought a dozen river fish, if Given the right conditions, I think they will continue to reproduce."

"Do you mean the glass jar?"

Milton retracted his hand and pushed his glasses, "Actually, there is an abandoned swimming pool in the town. As long as the governor agrees to search for supplies, the team members will bring us more river water. It will not be difficult to build a small fish pond by then. gone."

"I hope that day will come soon!"

Emily hugged the children around her, "Can you teach me how to pass the town's inspection?"

"Oh, come with me!"

Milton looked at the dependent child and smiled: "Normally, new members need to take a hot bath first to make sure there are no wounds on their bodies, and then I will arrange for the governor to meet with you, and he will judge which category Talent is safe and harmless..."

"Look, everyone has found their place."

Song Ci, who stayed where he was, nodded the big stupid bear's nose, "What about you, what else do you do besides being cute and pleasing to eat and drink?"

The black bear named Woodman Paul by the guards opened his mouth and roared. He stood up and hugged the tree trunk and shook it back and forth, trying to prove that he was not useless.

Song Cifu, who was left speechless by Hei Xiong's unique way of showing off cuteness, sighed, "Forget it, starting tomorrow, you'd better follow me out to fight zombies."

With her accompanying him, Paul would naturally not be harmed, and he could also exercise his ability to survive in the wild.

If one day, even zombies appear in the depths of the rare dense forest, at least Paul will know how to eliminate those weird two-legged beasts.

Hei Xiong, who had put in a lot of effort, didn't know that his life was about to go on another track, so he stared reluctantly at the empty tin can that had been licked up long ago.

Shaking her head helplessly, the little girl who unilaterally agreed with Paul on a meeting time returned to her apartment.

Today's Song Ci no longer needs to rest regularly like ordinary people, as long as she replenishes enough energy, she can stay awake all the time.

And compared to the useless sleep, Song Ci prefers to lie on the roof and bask in the moon, because it will give her a comfortable feeling of soaking in hot spring water.

She comes and goes freely in the small town, and the only thing she needs to abide by is the parent-child time stipulated by the governor.

Although anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between the governor and Andrea is extraordinary, and there are many problems in the town waiting for him to deal with, but every night he will take two hours to sit with his daughter for dinner, just like in the secret room as it did.

"I heard that you went to school today and brought back a female teacher?"

The governor across the dining table cut a piece of fresh and tender fish, and asked softly, "Do you want to go to school with other children?"

He could feel that with the passage of time, his daughter had gradually recovered the human way of thinking. If he didn't touch that cold body, no one would believe that Petunia was not a normal child.

"Do not want to."

Song Ci picked up a tender green pea and sniffed it, "I'm just worried that those children will have some bad thoughts, and I want to find a professional to correct their behavior."

The governor paused, "Why do you have such an idea?"

Song Ci put the fork away, leaned back slightly on the chair back, "To be honest, every day when I go out, I will be frightened by humans who are violent to my tribe. It can be avoided, what is the purpose of human beings?"

The governor didn't know how to answer this question, he couldn't even say that he was one of those people, he could only comfort him with a vague attitude after the silence: "Well, Petunia, you are still too young to You should think about these too esoteric questions, some things will naturally be understood when you grow up."

"Daddy, you should know that I will never grow up."

Song Ci stared into the governor's eyes and said softly: "But I still remember that God has the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve; and you also have Woodbury and 73 fires, why don't you cherish them?"

The governor clasped his hands, rubbing his raised knuckles restlessly, "If I'm not mistaken, this is also the question you prepared for me, isn't it?"

Song Ci nodded slowly, "You just need to choose a yes or no vote."

"I choose you, Penny!"

The governor crossed the dining table and came behind his daughter, holding on to the shoulders that no longer needed the protection of his father, and dissected his inner world in a rather embarrassed way, "You should know that everything I do is for you. Without you , I simply can’t imagine the meaning of such a life…”

"There is no doubt, you are also the meaning of Petunia's existence."

Song Ci threw himself into the governor's warm embrace, and begged on behalf of the little girl in his soul, "So, please be the father who makes her proud..."

"I promise you!"

The governor hugged his daughter tightly, "I swear, I will never let you down! Always!"

Perhaps because he was embarrassed by his inadvertently weak expression, the following dinner time became extremely quiet, and the governor even skipped the first task of combing his daughter's hair. After saying goodnight to each other softly, he carried A box of bulletproof gear hastily left the apartment.

Song Ci didn't want to confront this loving father unless he had to, but the corpses brought out when the town cleared the ranch and the smell of human blood on the bodyguards would make the original owner extremely uneasy.

Petunia may have accepted the earth-shaking new world, but she doesn't want her father to erase her memory.

So even if it was for the humble wish of the original owner, Song Ci could not completely transform the governor into a hopeless villain.

What's more, the current small town can almost be regarded as the area with the richest material storage in the entire earth. Unless there is an active attacking robbery gang, there is no need to carry out unnecessary killings like barbarians.

Watching the tall and straight figure of the governor enter the office building, Song Ci, who even took God out to paint a big cake, turned around and threw himself into the soft bed, and raised the corners of his mouth to the smiling little girl in the photo, "I have done my best, Penny, if He can't change back to the old way, we can only hope that this new world will never change back to the old way..."

Early the next morning, Song Ci, who had recharged his energy while basking in the moonlight, picked up Paul, who was still sleeping soundly, before the guards changed, and led him out of the gate with a fruit of the magical world.

This fruit will not cause special changes to Paul, it will only make the black bear more sensitive than its kind, able to make many complex movements that are almost human like primates.

The wonderful energy contained in the fruit made Paul quiet for a while, but it was only for a while. Before he got out of the inspection range of the town, the black bear who was habitually cheating sat down on the ground.

With a flick of its giant palm, it threw the disturbing walking corpse into the woodland, followed by a grievous roar.

Paul didn't understand why he had to go outside. It was very smelly, and there were rotten meat everywhere that the bears couldn't eat. Not only was there no green grass in the valley, but even the hive that had been guarding was blocked by a high wall.

"Be good, Paul!"

The little girl, who was about the height of a black bear, took out an apple from her pocket, "See, like me, every time you blow a stinky head, there is a small reward. If you get tired of eating apples, you can replace them with oranges, strawberries, Honeydew melon, ice cream, everything you can think of!"

After Song Ci personally performed successive demonstrations of crit-biting apples, the black bear, who had been coveting for a long time, finally jumped up, pounced on the only remaining zombie, and smashed its skull like a boxer.

"awesome!"

To commemorate Paul's first harvest, Song Ci not only took a majestic photo of the winner, but also found a fruit salad filled with syrup as a reward.

Paul with a big belly was not satisfied with this, but instead climbed to the slope next to the road with great interest, and there was still a trace of shiny syrup sticking to his round nose to guide him in the direction of hunting.

Even though Paul was still so greedy, the black bear's sense of smell was much more reliable than its personality. When one person and one bear climbed up the high slope, they saw several zombies wandering in the woods.

They may be survivors who just died, or they may have wandered here unconsciously. Unfortunately, no matter what these people looked like before, there is only one way to go now.

Compared with the unpopular little girl, Paul's huge flesh and blood body immediately attracted the attention of the zombies, making them rush over at a faster pace.

Song Ci didn't dare to take the risk yet, so he could only clean up most of the zombies with the black bear's complaining eyes, leaving only two zombies separated by trees for Paul to deal with.

Paul, who was still hit with a hit, was not in a hurry to beg for food, but cleaned the sharp claws covered with minced meat nearby, and rubbed the bark back and forth with two thick bear paws.

Hei Xiong didn't feel it, but Song Ci felt sorry for the innocent old tree. It's not that there is no water source in the forest, so it's impossible to use this stupid method to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

One person and one pet continued to walk in, and it didn't take long to encounter a gurgling river. There were still many surviving small fish in the river, enough for the playful Paul to toss for a while.

It was still early, Song Ci told the black bear not to leave at will, and began to pick wild berries growing along the river, and wanted to transplant the whole plant to the pasture to cultivate natural rations.

There were more and more blackberries in the basket, causing Paul, who was still catching river fish, to look around frequently.

Near water sources is one of the few remaining food gathering places for humans, and the same is true for some animals.

There were many simple traps lying in the grass and vines. After digging down a plant with a small shovel, Song Ci saw the corpse of the prey bitten by mosquitoes and flies. It was a hare that died under the sharp teeth of the trap. .

It is not difficult to see from the degree of decay of the hare. It has been lying here for at least three days, but no one has come to check the trap.

"Hares will not appear in human gathering places, and no one will use dangerous equipment near the camp. Who will leave it behind..."

After stepping over the prey that was about to be turned into nourishment, Song Ci activated his zombie eyes to scan the ground, and found more than a dozen traps from the shallow pit buried under the fallen leaves. This is a rare masterpiece.

In the depths of the woods further away, in a simple camp surrounded by barbed wire, a pale man who slowly regained consciousness from a coma stared at the lines on the top of the tent for a long time before fully waking up. His throat hurt badly from his severe coughing. , "Jon, have you visited the trap, do we still have something to eat today?"

Without the hearty laughter of the good brothers, the overly quiet camp became particularly infiltrating.

The dizzy patient struggled to support his body and opened the closed tent, "Jon, are you there?"

With the flow of air, the stiff figure lingering in the barbed wire finally found another exit, and crashed into it staggeringly.

"Jon? Ah!!"

The terrified and helpless patient wanted to stand up and leave here, but his body was too weak, and he could only watch helplessly as his former brother bit off his hand bone.

The heart-piercing screams floated over the camp in vain, and were blown away by the gust of wind in an instant.

"My hand, my hand..."

The man cried and hugged the broken arm. He wanted to retrieve the stump that had rolled to the edge of the tent, but was firmly held down by his brother who was chewing his belly.

The body was numb from the extreme pain, and the man's eyes gradually lost his focus, following the hair lying on his abdomen, he saw the big tree soaring to the sky, and a little girl who suddenly appeared under the tree.

"Can I buy you a beer?"

At the last moment when he was on the verge of death, the man suddenly remembered the day when he and his good brother met for the first time. The two first had a fight over a beautiful girl, and then they hooked their shoulders and ran to the bar to get drunk.

"I can treat you to something more expensive."

The imaginary little girl took a step closer, raised the toy gun expressionlessly and pulled the trigger.

The man wanted to laugh, but found that he really didn't feel pain anymore.

The deafening gunshots just fell, and two more survivors who followed the screams appeared outside the wire fence.

Their combination is very strange, one is an old man with a broken leg who is nearly sixty years old, and the other is a boy with a gun in a cowboy hat.

The young man who was always on alert asked suspiciously, "Why don't you kill the zombies?"

Song Ci picked up the basket thrown at his feet, "He's already dead."

The boy was not convinced, "If it is really dead, it won't hurt others!"

"Carl, go back."

The old man on crutches held the young man's shoulders and said sadly, "No one here needs our help anymore."

Carl was about to nod when he heard this, and suddenly called out to the little girl who was about to leave from the other side of the wire, "Hey, are you from this camp? If you have nowhere to go, you can go with us!"

"No thanks! My home is just up the river!"

Paul's roar was getting closer, Song Ci didn't have time to chat with them, so he waved his hands and ran away alone.

"Wait a minute, Hershel!"

Carl bent down and hooked a hemp rope, and counted the string of animal traps tied to it, "Look what these are, with them, Darryl will definitely bring back more food for the camp!"

He backhanded the cowboy hat that was tilted due to too much movement, "That girl came earlier than us, and she didn't even notice!"

"Maybe she doesn't need these things."

It wasn't until the frightening roar of the beast gradually faded away that Heschel looked back, "Today's herbal medicine is enough, let's go back to the prison as soon as possible."

"Okay." Carl, who carefully carried the trap on his back, immediately supported the old man.

Today, everyone who has survived by chance knows that the forest at night is a hundred times more dangerous than the daytime, and it is the wisest choice to evacuate safely before more bloodthirsty people follow the sound.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Paul the woodcutter is a giant in mythology, he fits the image of a big stupid bear~~_(:з」∠)_

I have you along the way, okay~~