The Walking Dead

Ignoring the taunt from the tough man opposite, Brady unconsciously rubbed his still slightly trembling hands.

His hands were long and fair, and Brady's long-dead mother once proudly boasted to everyone that her son was a natural artist.Unfortunately, after the end of the world, he never had the chance to touch the piano and paintbrush again.

And after today, his hands will also be stained with other people's blood, he thought, he will never be as clean as before.

Brady stood up slowly, picked up the pistol on the table: "Your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't stand by Tasia's side."

"I shouldn't?" Darryl looked down at the boy who had calmed down, shouldn't he be the guy who grew up in the greenhouse, it's ridiculous, if an indecisive person like him leaves this safe zone, I don't know how many days I can live in the wild, "It's not a virtue to covet other people's things. Didn't your mother teach you this truth?"

Brady's eyes darkened, and soon the man couldn't speak anymore, and since his life was about to end, he didn't care about his slip of the tongue.

Holding the gun, he walked towards Darryl who was tied to the chair step by step: "Tasia and I were together a few years ago, we really love each other, that kind of unforgettable relationship, a rogue like you won't understand."

"I've never heard of you. Are you fucking sick?" Darryl's eyes flashed with anger.

"It seems that you don't know about Tasia's amnesia at all, so you don't know what happened to her more than two years ago. Of course, you don't know that because we were forced to separate, Tasia suffered from illness. Mental illness," Brady finally showed a triumphant smile on his face, "Even such a big thing, Tasia didn't tell you, how much weight do you think you have in her heart? ?”

Darryl didn't speak, and if everything this man said was true, he really had nothing to say.

But so what, he is a man who grew up in an environment of plunder and struggle, no matter whether Tasia will regret it in the future, as long as he catches him, he will not give her any chance to back down.

Brady got closer and closer, Daryl could clearly see the joy in his eyes: "She doesn't remember now, it doesn't mean she won't remember in the future, even if you are still alive by then, you said that when she thinks of me Who will Tasia choose that day?"

Darryl raised the corners of his mouth strangely: "It won't be you anyway."

Brady was startled, and pointed his gun at his head in embarrassment: "No one can tear us apart, and you are no exception!"

"There's something I seem to have forgotten to tell you—"

Darryl suddenly jumped up, swung the chair under his buttocks, and slammed it down on his head and face again and again, "What I hate the most is when someone points a gun at me!"

"I made you point a gun at me, I made you laugh like an idiot!"

Brady, who was hit on the head and shoulders like a storm, was a little dazed. How could a prisoner who was tied up well one moment break free from the rope and knock himself to the ground the next moment?

He hurriedly covered his head with one hand, and shot randomly in Darryl's direction with the other.

Before a few shots were fired, Brady's arm holding the gun was pulled by a stick, and the only weapon he could rely on was thrown out of his hand.

Before he could figure it out, Darryl had already shaken off the broken chair legs, bullied him and pressed him to the ground for a fat beating: "The second most annoying thing is that a guy who doesn't know what to do dares to Robbing people from me! You dare to rob people with a body like a fucking weak chicken. If labor and management don’t beat you up today, you still don’t know what humility is! What is low-key!”

Brady struggled to open his blood-smeared eyes and shouted, "Come on! Come on, Crowley!"

In the empty interrogation room, there was only the sound of Darryl's fist hitting the flesh.Brady fought back desperately. At this time, no external force was used. The two men attacked each other bloodthirstyly like primitive beasts.

But Brady, who grew up under the care of his father and brother, is far inferior to Darryl who walked all the way through the mountain of corpses and blood in both strength and skill.

Brady quickly lost the power to fight back. He curled up to protect his vitals, and the corners of his eyes under his arms were bloodshot. He had never felt so humiliated for a moment. Even the pain couldn't stop the hatred surging in his heart.

Time passed by, and there was still silence outside the door. Could it be that he was just abandoned by the Governor?He refuses to accept it!It shouldn't have been like this, his life shouldn't have ended in shame in this filthy room!

Brady finally opened his mouth and begged for mercy.

Hearing the screams and calls for help in the interrogation room, Crowley's cheeks were burning red standing outside the door, and he had no face to look at the face of the governor beside him.

There was a suffocating silence outside the interrogation room, only the sound of fingers tapping on the gun holster was heard, the boss did not speak, and no one dared to touch his bad head.

It wasn't until the voices inside faded away that the governor broke the silence: "Go and bring Darryl out."

Hearing the sound of the iron door being pushed against the wall and bouncing back, Darryl stood up comfortably and shook his red and swollen hands: "Your rescuer has finally arrived, kid."

Darryl looked at the armed men with guns rushing in with a smile without surprise, and raised his hands obediently, allowing them to brutally face the wall and search against it.

When he was escorted and pulled out, when he passed by Brady's side, he threw down a sinister sentence: "Boy, be careful, you won't be so lucky next time, not every time, I will show mercy .”

Crowley winked at the subordinates on both sides, and immediately two people stepped forward to help Brady, who was unstable on his feet, and followed behind.

Stepping out of the interrogation room, he walked up to the governor who was standing expressionlessly on the corridor and spread his palms.

The governor raised his eyebrows, and picked up a crystal hairpin in Crowley's palm: "Is this what made him break free from your bondage?"

"It should be. We searched his whole body and only found this." Crowley nodded. After this farce, he never wanted to say anything good for Brady, even if Bartley was still alive. Ashamed of what his brother did.

The governor put away the card and said quietly, "Maybe it's time for me to visit Tasia now. After all, this is the private matter of the three of them, and it's not good for me, an outsider, to interfere too much."

"Take both of them. Brady's injury has to be seen by Dr. Stevens. If there is any problem with the shot, it will be bad." The governor lightly brushed his cuffs and started to cross the road slowly. Brady, bleeding, walked towards the small building of the infirmary.

"Just park the car here. You can wait here, or you can go back first." Heber stepped out of the car door, turned and gave Glenn a warning look, "but you are not allowed to follow."

Glenn moved his lips, and sat back in the car in a compromise: "Alright then, I'll wait for you here. If you bring them back, someone must drive for everyone."

Heber glanced at him, tearing through his little thoughts: "I can solve it by myself, but it will be a burden for you to keep up. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He checked the clips on his body again, There was still a mile to go, and according to Sean, Woodbury's men had set a trap around him, and he could only cross it on foot.

If it's just one person, Heber is fully confident that he can sneak into the safe area of ​​the town again without disturbing anyone, but if there is one more Glenn, he can't guarantee it.

Heber, who adjusted his breathing and ran at a constant speed, was extremely calm.If he hadn't been dazzled by hatred that day, he would not have exposed his flaws. If he had been more careful that day and completely destroyed the corpse, then the trap that should have been revenged on him would not have fallen on his daughter.

Heber will never make the same mistake again.