[comprehensive] superior skills

Transplanting blackberry trees is a very simple matter. Although they were enthusiastically sought after by white-tailed deer just after they entered the land, they still survived tenaciously.

With the temptation of sweet fruits, the residents go to and from the ranch more often, and even Mickey, who has limited mobility due to pregnancy, will be carried by Mika to improve the food.

Emily, who officially became a member of the town, assumed the responsibility of a teacher, responsible for educating those children who should be studying in school.

The place of class is in Emily's new home. The five students who escaped together were unwilling to be separated from the teacher. There was no extra manpower in the town to take care of the unaccompanied children, so they could only be divided into a big house. live together.

Song Ci occasionally listened in, and spent most of his time observing the new kid and Mika's sister, Liz, who was very interested in zombies.

Liz is often no different from ordinary children. She likes to draw pictures, like beautiful clothes, and also wants to play games with everyone.

Only when she secretly left her family and hid in a corner to observe the zombies, would she show a completely different fanatic expression.

Song Ci didn't know how to persuade this little guy who could be called a problem child, so he could only use a once-and-for-all method to get her to turn her research direction to how to domesticate wild animals.

Since having a wonderful strange dream, Liz has become Milton's little tail, busy in and out of the ranch every day.

Although Mika was surprised by her sister's change, she didn't have to worry about her anymore, because she really didn't like the way her sister looked at the zombies.

Bright banners are still flying above the small town, but there are no survivors who have come to seek refuge except for Emily's teachers and students. I don't know if it's because there are no living people nearby, or because they are afraid of falling into the trap and walk away instead. farther.

Under the governor's order, Woodbury, which no longer arbitrarily invaded the private camp, entered an unprecedented period of peace. This change made the guards more or less relieved.

The only one who felt uncomfortable was Captain Moore. He seemed to be used to using violence to vent his emotions. Suddenly pulling out the steel knife in his right hand would make him feel at a loss.

Coupled with the fact that the differences with his younger brother have not found a balance point of mutual compromise, Moore, who is in a bad mood, has become a frequent customer of the convenience store.

The town has its own reward system. In addition to the necessities needed for survival, everyone will be allocated a certain share of reward materials according to the contribution value, which also includes tobacco, alcohol, food, and precious medicines and weapons.

This is also one of the reasons why the elderly and children take the initiative to participate in labor. Compared with them, the captain of the guard who works hard with his head has more privileges.

The convenience store is the most important place in the whole town other than the arsenal, so the governor's eyes and ears are naturally indispensable.

When the drunken Moore left again with a large bag of prepaid items, Martinez found the governor who was preparing to arrange for manpower to clean up the river, "We can't continue to indulge Moore, his behavior will only make the town People are complaining and dissatisfied! And those supplies, I checked his room, there is not even a cigarette case in it!"

"so what?"

The governor drew a line on the map, "Do you want to beat him up and get his things back? I know Moore, he is a reckless man with an extremely insecure sense, he is a little impulsive, but he can't do anything to threaten the town Things. Remember Woodbury’s most important rule? It’s more to worry about a leader who is inconsistent than the occasional black sheep.”

The governor, who has other logistical support, has no intention of caring about these trivial matters, "Martinez, look here. At least there are no living people in the area I drew. As long as we clean up the upper reaches of the river, we can circle a large enough A planting area where thousands of people survive. Have you ever wondered how long this world full of monsters will last? Five years, ten years, or 50 years? We have to plan for a longer-term future, for our children and relatives Plan to ensure that they can survive forever in this chaotic land!"

"Well, you are the boss, you have the final say."

Martinez shrugged his shoulders, "Now I can only pray that the other team members will not be as jerk as Moore, or I will drive them to farm!"

"Relax, Martinez."

The governor smiled confidently, "Everyone has something they want, as long as you hold it tight, there will never be a shortage of people who are willing to carry guns for you!"

At the junction of Woodbury and the prison, Darryl, carrying a crossbow, is looking for hidden marks carved on tree trunks in the forest. These strange cross stripes are secret marks known only to him and his brother.

In those days when they depended on each other for their livelihood, the two brothers who had to take risks to make a living were not scattered by the chasing thugs because of their unique contact method.

As the sun was about to set, Daryl found a seemingly ordinary trap.

If a passer-by saw it, they would only think it was a pothole for catching small animals. Only Darryl knew that it was an extremely clever cover.

He used a dagger as a tool to pierce the soil on one side of the pit, and dug a dozen or so horizontal holes as deep as the hole and the trap.

Daryl stretched out his hand along the hole and pulled out a heavy travel bag. During the shaking process, he could still hear the sound of glass bottles colliding.

The hunter carrying the travel bag rushed back to the place where the hunting clip was placed as quickly as possible to check whether there was fresh blood on it.

Perhaps his luck ran out when he stumbled upon the cipher, and today's trap turned up nothing.

Darryl didn't care, covered the hunting trap with leaves and returned to the camp.

"Hey, welcome home!"

Beth, who received a signal from the watchtower to open the door, keenly noticed the soft lines on the hunter's face, "It seems that your harvest is not bad?"

Darryl raised his chin slightly, "Not bad. How's Glenn?"

Beth smiled sweetly, "He's recovering well, Maggie is taking care of him, and they took a walk on the grass after lunch."

"It's a good sign and we should celebrate."

Darryl opened the travel bag to get a bottle of wine, but accidentally knocked off a light carton.

"what is this?"

Beth bent down to pick up the carton, and found that the clown who had scribbled on the cover had the words "make the best use of it" written on it.

"damn it!"

Darryl hurriedly snatched the cardboard box and stuffed it into his jacket, "It's a small thing, don't worry about it."

Beth gave her shy companion a strange look, and instinctively told her that it was not an insignificant gadget.

As soon as the two entered the prison area, Darryl threw the cardboard box to Glenn who was chatting with his father-in-law while no one was looking, "Congratulations on your recovery!"

"Thank you!"

Glenn habitually unwrapped the present, and shrank his neck under Hershel's playful gaze in the next second, "Hey, I think I need to drink a few more bowls of herbs..."

"Whiskey, sausages, canned tuna, biscuits, vitamins and, oh my god, cheese!"

Carol, who was counting the travel bags at the dinner table, was amazed and joked: "Darryl, you went to rob the bank? Apart from the bank safe, I really can't think of any other family that can hide so many good things! "

Darryl was a little proud, "It's a secret!"

He opened a box of cheese and tasted it. After confirming that it was still fresh, he handed it to Rick who was holding his daughter. "Little girl, are you tired of eating pacifiers? There is still delicious cheese here!"

Judith lying in his father's arms is still an ignorant little baby. This lucky baby born at the cost of his mother's life in the dark world is a well-deserved happy fruit in the team.

"Come on, Darryl, you know she can't eat these yet."

Rick gently held his daughter's little fist, and handed her over to the surrogate dad in the most gentle gesture, "I'll pick some ripe tomatoes and add vegetables tonight."

Before leaving, Rick gave Hershel a veiled look, and took the lead in arriving at the plantation area of ​​the prison.

Most of the fruits climbing on the tomato rack were still green, Rick picked the brightest and pleasing ones, and rummaged for the pests hiding on the back of the green leaves.

Behind him, Hershel approached slowly on crutches, holding an opened box of cheese in his hand.

"I've seen the kid. It's in the woods."

Hershel's tone was very calm, "It was a small camp with only two members. They were also sick, and those who didn't make it through ate their relatives and friends. When Carl and I rushed over, I happened to see her driving gun."

Rick's question was pointed, "How many times did she shoot?"

"One shot."

Herschel turned her attention to the wandering corpses outside the prison, "She freed the victims."

"That's why I've been hesitating."

Rick frowned, "Herschel, you are one of the few people I respect. Frankly speaking, if the governor is a man of principle and I don't mind taking off the burden, then maybe It would make our lives easier for all of us. But I don't see him as a peace-loving, content with the status quo person, and counting Petunia, their father and daughter are too variable."

"Did you notice the date of manufacture on it?"

Hershel pointed to a row of printed words, "This is a product manufactured before the disaster began. If Penny had this ability long ago, Woodbury would definitely not be what we see. And the hot food and cold drinks you mentioned , That is not something that can be collected in the near future. So, I made a bold assumption. Rick, if Karl of the same age can tell what he is most exposed to, what would it be?"

Rick pondered for a moment and gave a general answer, "Toy guns, airplane models, fast food and snacks, funny shows on TV, the back garden at home..."

His voice gradually deepened, as if he felt sorry for his son who could not have a complete childhood.

Hershel asked again: "Do you still remember what was written in Genesis Chapter 1?"

"'God said, let there be light, and there was light.'"

It was only an instinctive reaction for Rick to say this, but what followed was the extreme shock of hindsight.

"Relax, Rick. I'm not saying that kid is God, or a messenger of God."

Hershel understood his feelings very well, "When I came to the most incredible but the most factual conclusion, I was also afraid of my own wild imagination. Then I was sincerely grateful, if the guy with this special ability is A war madman or a careerist, what do you think is waiting for us, and even for all mankind?"

More than a year of life in the apocalypse made Rick deeply understand the horror of human nature, "violence, chaos, dictatorship, terror, a future with no hope..."

"So, you shouldn't treat Petunia as the governor's child, and divide her into the hostile camp from the very beginning."

Hershel showed a kind smile, "Like Judith, Penny can also be the child of all of us, she is the child of hope, you have the right to protect her and make her what everyone wants to see .”

"Your idea is beautiful, but with all due respect, it is too difficult to execute."

Rick smiled wryly and shook his head, "At least the governor will not allow others to share this benefit."

"It's not the Governor that matters, it's Petunia."

Hershel encouraged: "You also said that when she was in the cell, she was willing to share food with you, and even provided Glenn with wound medicine. All this can prove that Petunia is not a hopeless child, but If you let her live with a group of people who rely on fists to decide who wins and loses, then sooner or later, she will also become a person who only uses fists to talk. I think about that time, you will regret the decision you made today extremely!"

Rick's expression was no longer as determined as when he first started talking, "Herschel, the person who should make the most decision is not me, but everyone in this group. Maybe other team members will be happy to hear the news, But Carol, I really don't have confidence..."

"Give it to me, Carol."

Hershel took the initiative to take the most difficult task, "I will tell her about Penny myself, and I will make her understand that this choice is not for those of us who are dying, but for Carl and Judy Si, and those new lives that are about to be born..."

Rick nodded silently. He picked up the tomatoes piled up at his feet, and walked side by side with the old man who was still reliable even though he was on crutches.

The night came as expected, and looking through the misty jungle, the prison shrouded in moonlight also had a desolate aesthetic feeling.

At this moment, the precarious survivors are sitting around on the grass and sharing a sumptuous dinner.

From the inmates to the new members, everyone is enjoying this rare moment of tenderness, and even Carl has a drink under Daryl's enthusiasm, and the effect of alcohol exposed his overly mature face Deliberately hidden immature appearance.

On this smoky night, even a strong man like Michonne, who has never regarded himself as a woman, no longer maintains an indifferent expression of not getting close to strangers, and listens with great interest to how his companions who are talking and laughing wantonly Brag about past achievements.

Unfortunately, the more stable their lives are, the more work they have to do that cannot be ignored.

The tasks of night watch and patrolling the cell area were given to the strong man, while Maggie and Beth stayed behind to do the dishes.

Carol wanted to help, but was left behind by Hershel, who was unable to maintain her balance due to drunkenness, "Can you help me?"

"of course."

Carol put the old rancher's arm on her shoulder, carefully avoiding his broken leg, "Is this okay? If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"No thanks. I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

Herschel pointed to the iron net surrounding the prison area with his crutches, "Walk with me, Carol. Let's go over and have some fun."

No one knew that this was not a walk in the ordinary sense. Even Rick, who was paying attention, could only see two shadows supporting each other gradually disappearing into the shadow of the tower.

The next day, Song Ci, who has been working hard to teach Paul, hoping that he can transition from the big stupid bear mode to the big bear mode, met a strange woman who was more emaciated than a zombie.

She seemed to have been waiting in the woods for a long time, and when she heard the sound, she came out silently from behind the tree trunk.

The smell of a woman has not been hidden from Paul, how could it be possible to hide from Song Ci who has a sharper sense of smell, and she doesn't think that a human being will cause harm to her, so she just glanced curiously.

Maybe it was touched by some unbearable past events by those smart eyes, the woman bit her lip and shed tears on the spot.

She didn't cry hysterically like ordinary people when they encounter sad moments, but just covered her face vigorously, her trembling body looked extremely lonely and helpless against the backdrop of the thick and big trees.

Song Ci had only experienced this heart-piercing feeling from the governor. She couldn't help but stop, and looked down at the woman who was curled up in unbearable pain, "Why are you sad?"

The woman raised her head, her tearful face concealed a genuine sadness, "No, I'm just too happy..."

Song Ci stroked his curly short hair, "Don't cry, it will be fine, everything will be fine."

The moment her cold fingers touched the top of her hair, the woman shivered subconsciously, but she still gritted her teeth to resist the trembling from the depths of her soul, "Can I hug you?"

The pale and delicate little girl turned her head and thought for a while, "Daddy said, don't let outsiders touch her. If I promise you, will you help Petunia hide it from him?"

"Yes, I swear!"

After a long and suffocating hug, the woman kissed the little girl's fingertips reverently, "Carol would never hurt Penny, just like she would never hurt Sophia..."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The scumbag author thinks that having a bastard brother is much happier than having a sister who is always waiting to kill her sister to witness another new life~~_(:з」∠)_

In spring, huh~~