[comprehensive] superior skills

On the highway full of remains and corpses, a small group of survivors moved slowly along the traffic, avoiding the scattered zombies wandering among the abandoned vehicles.

The leader of the team was a mighty man with a claw hammer. He led his teammates behind him and tiptoed through the traffic, trying to cross the road into a safer woodland.

"Telsey."

Sasha, who was holding the sniper gun tightly, called softly: "Look at the bullet holes here, someone came one step earlier than us."

"so what?"

Telsey licked her chapped lips, "We haven't eaten for a long time, we must find fresh water and food as soon as possible."

The current situation is too severe for the teammates who have been wandering. Everyone knows that it is impossible for people without physical support to run past the tireless zombies.

At the end of the line, a tall and thin newcomer intentionally slowed down, and leaned against the car door to take a few sips of brandy hidden in his bosom.

The taste of spirits entering the throat is not pleasant, but it relieves the anxiety caused by thirst to a certain extent.

Carefully put away the wine bottle, the tall and thin man wanted to stand up with the handle of the car, but he didn't notice that the dead man lying on his back on the seat moved his eyes.

From hope to despair is often only a moment. Following the screams, Telsey suddenly turned around and saw the temporary teammate who was bitten by the zombies, and the glass bottle shattered on the floor in the struggle.

"Damn bastard!"

Telsey supported the car cover and jumped up, "Sasha, run into the woods, run!"

More and more zombies gathered at the food counter following the tragic howls, and a small number of bloodthirsty people who stayed outside focused on the same fresh flesh and blood.

Compared with the zombies, the survival team, which was nothing more than a drop in the ocean, was quickly dispersed. Telsey, who was the first to climb over the fence, saw her sister was about to fall into the encirclement of swarms, and hurriedly turned to rescue her.

Wielding a claw hammer, he smashed more than a dozen heads in a row, and then he dragged Sasha, who had run out of bullets, into the dense forest.

The forest is still the territory of zombies, but because of the cover of the trees, there is more certainty of escape.

Telsey swung the hammer again and again and cursed, "Bastards, why can't they be killed forever?!"

Sasha kicked down a walking corpse in cooperation, and said with joy: "Maybe God suddenly realized that there are too many human beings!"

"Whose fault is this?"

Telsey's hammer rose and fell like a baton, and countless disgusting brains splashed out, "Huh? Say it, bastard!"

"Forget it, don't waste your energy!"

Finally, he gained a little respite, before the corpses on the road came after him, Sasha ran to the depths with his brother, "Go inside and try your luck, maybe you can find some edible wild fruits."

The exhausted brother and sister quickly ran towards the slope, leaving the corpses behind in a blink of an eye. The only thing that needs to be more vigilant is the wandering corpse that is elusive.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, just when the brothers and sisters could no longer move, the sound of the flowing stream came faintly in the distance.

As we got closer, the shallow stream turned into a rushing river again.

Although thirsty and hungry, Telsey still didn't drink the river water directly, but chose to light a bonfire in a sheltered place, and boiled half a pot of boiling water with the equipment in the backpack.

While waiting for drinking water, Sasha chopped up some turpentine for later use.

They haven't decided whether to stay here overnight. Even if they stay, there is no guarantee that they will not encounter a large group of corpses. They can only prepare torches for lighting in advance.

Telsey didn't know where the river was going, but when he was patrolling, he found a lot of dead bodies with one shot to the head.

Careful Telsey turned around and searched in the opposite direction, and also found a few cleaned up zombies, and even simple hunting traps.

"There should be a fairly large survivor camp nearby."

Telsey told her sister her conclusion, "Maybe there are two. But this is not in line with common sense. At least the camps we have seen in the past will go to war to seize resources, and it is almost impossible to maintain them in such a short distance. Surface peace."

Sasha stringed up two small fish that had returned, "Which direction do you think we should go?"

"I do not know."

Telsey hesitated: "If we join one side, I'm afraid we will have to stand against the other side, or we may be forced to join their battlefield."

"Telsey, you should understand that the two of us alone cannot survive."

Sasha stared at the fish sizzling in the firelight, and said sarcastically, "It's like that guy who claimed to be Mark, you saved his life, but he hid the loot behind your back, and finally killed other team members... ...Wherever we go, we always encounter such things, it is inevitable..."

"Yeah, what should happen will always happen..."

Telsey smiled self-deprecatingly, and took out a coin from her pocket, "If it's the Statue of Liberty, we'll go upstream!"

Sasha silently acquiesced, watching the shiny coin flip and fall into his brother's palm.

Telsey raised her palm with a solemn expression, "Let's go a little further while it's still early in the sky. Since those people can clean up near the river, their camp shouldn't be too far away."

After eating two finger-sized fish, Telsey extinguished the bonfire, and took her sister to walk in the direction of the river.

Turning around the bend in the river, they saw a farmland surrounded by barbed wire, and the fertile land was covered with fresh and green vines.

The arable land full of green plants is not a small scattered piece, but a dense square field surrounded by trees.

Telsey tore off the leaves protruding from the iron net and chewed them up. A storm arose in her heart, "It's potatoes! They're cultivating farmland!"

There was also a hint of warmth in Sasha's eyes, "It seems that God has not really given up on us."

With the guidance of the so-called god, Telsey even quickened her pace.

By the time the first torch was lit, the brother and sister had already passed through the woodland and reached the outlying road.

There are still many wandering zombies here, but more of them are wrecks that have been shot in the head like in the woods.

Telsey swung the claw hammer vigorously, fought all the way under Sasha's vigilance, and finally approached the rural town standing among the tall walls.

In the gloomy night, the searchlights pointing the way for survivors had already been turned off, but Telsey still felt hopeful in her heart.

In order to seek shelter for his brothers and sisters, he didn't ask for help, but relied on blood and invincible courage to fight outside the closed gate.

"Tsk tsk, how does it feel to be a lonely hero?!"

The condescending Moore pointed his army boots at the big man who was trapped and refused to beg for mercy, and said with a sneer, "When I see a nigger, my fingers can't help itching!"

The bullet grazed Telsey's shoulder and nearly killed a zombie, followed by Moore's wild laughter, "You don't need to thank me, this shot is just a crooked shot, so be careful next time!"

Moore was still yelling, but the female guards on the ground opened the outer door in time, allowing the Telsey brothers and sisters to evacuate safely before the second wave of zombie siege.

"Hey girl, did I let you open the door?"

Moore's face was blue, "Who is in charge here?"

The female guard, who had long been accustomed to such conversations, raised her little finger and said provocatively, "Maybe you have a share?"

After finishing speaking, she left the black-complexioned Moore, and turned to take the new survivors to Dr. Milton's clinic for a physical examination.

Telsey clenched his fists tightly, even though his weapon was confiscated when he entered the door, he still couldn't restrain his frantic heartbeat.

In order to save energy, not all the street lights in the town were turned on, but it was enough for the siblings to see how precious the survivor camp was.

Clean and tidy residential area, children playing and playing, old people strolling leisurely, and even a black bear sleeping under a tree.

This serene and peaceful atmosphere only proved one thing, that is, the choice of the two people was not wrong.

Excited, Telsey and Sasha looked at each other, and secretly vowed to become a part of the town no matter what the cost, and to return to a peaceful life in a justifiable way.

Unexpectedly, after passing the medical examination, Telsey and Sasha got a nutritious meal that could be seen everywhere before the disaster. When the familiar scrambled eggs entered the mouth, the two brothers and sisters unanimously thought of their former teammates who did not know whether they were alive or dead. .

"They'll be fine."

Telsey said without confidence: "There will always be people alive who will find the town, or the camp on the other side of the river."

"hope so."

Sasha didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he gave an ambiguous answer.

Because of Telsey's feat, the two brothers and sisters who had enjoyed the dinner soon met the leaders of the town and were fortunate enough to hear a very inspiring welcome speech.

Although I kept reminding myself that the polite-looking guy on the other side was no different from a greedy real estate agent, no matter how good he said it, it was just to empty the buyer's wallet, and even hope that the other party would bear a large debt for it, But Telsey still couldn't help but want to make another mistake of judging people by their appearance.

"Since I am willing to believe even a bastard like Mark, why not give the governor a chance?"

With this in mind, Telsey, who was always vigilant in unfamiliar environments, fell asleep peacefully like a child who received spiritual comfort.

Sasha, who was only separated by a wall, was also tossing and turning, until the long-lost snoring danced through the wall and her heartbeat, she smiled and closed her eyes.

In the early morning, the Telsey brothers and sisters, who rarely had a good night's sleep, went to the cafeteria to collect food according to the instructions of the female guard Terry. All residents living in the small town can receive three meals a day on time. No exception.

The breakfast on the tray is much richer than last night's nutritious meal. It not only has bacon rolls and side dishes, but also distributes extra juice or dairy products according to each person's physical needs.

Most of the people staying in the cafeteria were elderly people with limited mobility. Telsey wanted to take a good look at the town, so she chose to sit on a bench with her sister to bask in the sun.

"I bet there's a good cook hiding in town!"

Telsey, who swallowed the food, wanted to praise the delicious mashed potatoes, but was interrupted by the sound of gunshots.

"Enemy attack!"

Telsey stood up suddenly and touched the empty waist, only then remembered that the most useful claw hammer had been given to the guards for safekeeping.

Sasha, who reacted quickly, immediately ran to the nearest bunker. During the run, she even picked up a young child, "God, hide!"

"Don't be so nervous, okay?!"

The feeling of being strangled was really uncomfortable, and Liz, who was suddenly rescued inexplicably, could only calm down and comfort her: "Look at the guards on the high wall, they didn't fight back."

Sasha's nerves were still tense, "What happened outside?"

"It should be someone from the prison."

Liz said a little proudly: "It's also a survivor camp, but it's far from Woodbury."

"You mean the camp on the other side of the river?"

Telsey, with the cat nearby, asked, "Aren't they here to rob?"

"how is this possible?"

Liz seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous, "Prison is for trading. Although the town doesn't need that poor food, who made the governor a peace-loving person? He always emphasized the relationship between survivors." We should help each other, otherwise we would not accept refugees who have nothing.”

Telsey, who happened to be in a state of nothing, scratched her head in embarrassment, and followed the little girl's gaze towards the gradually approaching convoy.

Darryl, who jumped out of the car door, received a heavy punch before he could stand still. He jumped up and pressed the attacker on the car hood, "You have become weaker, Moore! Could it be that the comfortable life made you forget how to fight?"

"Go away, you brat!"

Moore separated the smirking brother with his knife hand, and responded sharply: "So are you thankful that you haven't become a soft-legged shrimp who can't live without women?"

Looking ambiguously at the beautiful girl who came with the car, Moore pouted regretfully, "Everyone will have a lucky day, except you, my poor brother!"

Darryl ignored his brother who only knew to be making trouble, and turned around and handed the crossbow to the guard.

"You can carry weapons this time."

Martinez, who was in charge of delivering the message, took a step forward, "The governor is waiting for you in the cell."

Glenn, who had received a special reception there, was a little sensitive, and turned his head to glance at the leader who couldn't hide his surprise.

"Let's go."

Rick patted the holster, "Although I don't think this can be used, I still want to thank you for your generosity and trust."

The depressing and cold cell is the only place that has not been improved in the whole town. Rick and his party saw the governor standing with his chest at the end of the dimly lit corridor.

Unlike usual, the governor, who always liked to put on a show, didn't say polite words, but signaled his subordinates to open the cell door, allowing Rick and the others to see the prisoner whose arms were hung by chains and who had obviously suffered cruel punishments.

"I know that you must be full of confusion at this moment, and you may feel uneasy about what you see. But please believe that this is by no means a personal grudge. I made this decision for the safety of the town and even the prison. Such a decision."

The governor calmly met Rick's inquiring eyes, "I wonder if you have noticed that the guiding balloon floating above the town is missing?"

Beth, who was standing behind Darryl, suddenly said, "I know, Carl and I stand on the watchtower every morning to watch the scenery. That balloon hasn't appeared since yesterday. Did the prisoners inside break it? ?”

"Smart girl, he did do some bad things, but it's much worse than you think."

The governor thought he was used to the ugliness in the world, but still found it hard to say, "Three days ago, the man inside came to Woodbury for help with a child who could not walk. Out of humanitarian spirit, we accepted He also asked Irene, who had just given birth, to help feed the emaciated child. But it was unbelievable that Petunia found me that night and said that the man had a bad smell."

"Bad smell?"

Rick deliberately lowered his voice, "Is he also a different person, the extra lucky one?"

If it was a zombie undercover who wanted to enter the survivor camp, the meaning would be quite different, at least not a good thing for humans.

"No, it's not what you think."

The governor doesn't like people talking about his daughter in this tone, even if they are suspected of being of the same kind. Originally, he wanted to tell the truth slowly and give the prisoner some time to adapt, but now it seems unnecessary.

"There's something about him."

The malicious governor said straight to the point: "The prisoner refused to speak even after being severely punished. I had to ask Milton to open his stomach with a scalpel. Until then, the prisoner was willing to confess that the child was born It was snatched by a couple. Not only did they eat the child’s parents, but they also wanted to use the child’s cover to infiltrate the town in an attempt to seize a bigger territory.”

"God!"

The kind and weak Beth was the first to let out a mournful cry, "You mean, when he ran to the town to ask for help, he still had undigested human flesh in his stomach?"

"Yes, maybe those thugs have been ambushing around the town, waiting for an opportunity to kill survivors who came from afar."

The governor's tone was full of regret, "So, at least until we eliminate this large number of demon hunting teams, let's keep that bright pointer ball in the warehouse. After all, the damage that has already been caused is irreparable, and all we can do is try our best to remedy it." That's all."

Rick, whose scalp was numb, stared at the demon hanging in the air in a weak posture of a victim, "I don't think you brought us here just to meet a live-action ogre, right? "

The governor lit a cigar, "Rick, just looking at the crowd around you, it's not difficult to see that you are a respected leader. You have a clear mind and have been doing the most correct thing driven by a sense of responsibility. The most rare thing is to have compassion. To be honest, I rarely see anyone who can possess these qualities at the same time. People like you are what the world needs most. But it’s like darkness at the beginning of the world. As in the past, except for a very small number of great leaders, there are more despicable thugs."

In the surrounding smog, the governor slowly approached the warden with firm eyes, "Don't you think that they are the most devils that should be wiped out from this world?"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The scumbag author originally wanted to buy a pair of cute pets, but he didn't dare to buy it after seeing the little sun case~~_(:зゝ∠)_

In addition, as the same cannibal who suffered from misfortune, why are the villainous gangs in the play not as popular as Hannibal~~

Let's keep the cloud, okay~~