The Walking Dead

Tasia followed little Pei Ji's strength and walked to the dining table. She basically knew everyone present, except for a bookish man with glasses.

"It's great to see that you are all safe and sound." Tasia didn't care, and looked carefully at Seth who was sitting opposite her.

Lilian next to him smiled knowingly: "He is fine now, Dr. Stevens has re-treated him, you don't have to worry so much."

Seth also noticed her gaze when he heard the words, and his heart warmed up: "Lilian is right, if you don't believe me, take a look." He rolled up his sleeves and proudly showed off his strong biceps.

"Okay, no muscle is stronger than a bullet," Tasia laughed, "You'd better put down your clothes quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold." Seth also smiled innocently, letting his girlfriend help him pull Lower cuffs.

Without disturbing the happy atmosphere of their reunion, the governor smiled reservedly and walked to the cupboard by the window, took out the steak that had been prepared in advance, and started cooking.

At this time, the man in glasses stood up, poured black tea into the cups in front of everyone cautiously, and said shyly: "This is the first time we meet, please allow me to introduce myself to you, my name is Milton, uh, Milton Mamet Te, is a researcher here."

"Researcher? What are you studying, disease or weapon?" Darryl raised his eyebrows, and took a sip of the strong black tea in his cup. He had to admit that when they were still wandering around outside, these people's lives were too rough. Too luxurious.

Talking about his interests, Milton, who is not used to communicating with others, became calmer: "Do you think zombies also have memories, recalling their own past?"

The scene fell silent for a moment. Looking at the unkind eyes cast on him, Milton was a little at a loss. He swallowed, put down the teapot in his hand and sat upright.

"Milton thinks their memories may still be lingering in their minds." The governor glanced back at the people at the table, poured olive oil slowly, and calmly relieved his reckless subordinates.

Tasia cleared her throat, picked up the tea cup and smelled it: "It smells so good, I haven't had such a good tea for a long time."

"These things are nothing, and the town can still afford them. If you like, you can use more." Milton moved the teapot forward gratefully, feeling uncomfortable at all being rejected.

Tasia smiled at him, he is just an ordinary person with a simple mind, if he hadn't tried to awaken the humanity in his daughter Petunia that he didn't know existed, the governor would not be helpless to him Milton was so forgiving.

The room slowly filled with the smell of fried steak meat, the dining table covered with clean tablecloths, the bright flowers in the glass bottles, and the warm sunlight coming in from the window, all these make people have the illusion of going back in time.

It's like going back to before the end of the world, friends in twos and threes get together and enjoy this wonderful afternoon.

Darryl frowned, and opened his mouth to break the indulging atmosphere: "I'm curious, how much time did you spend building this place into what it is now?"

The governor's hand paused, turned off the fire, and distributed pieces of steak to the dinner plates in front of everyone: "For a long time, no one would believe that we could do it at the beginning. I remember that at that time, there were only nine of us in total. , hiding in an apartment, all that was left in reserve was a few tinned pork and some crackers."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and helped everyone drizzle the sauce on the steaming steak: "It's really not easy, but we managed to build a place that we can call 'home', even if it might just be tape, Rope, planks and scrap tires and stuff like that."

Lilian looked at the proud Milton and the proud governor. They have been living in this remote town, and they have never seen the thousands of zombies in the city, nor have they experienced the tide of corpses. fear of attack.

She couldn't believe that this place would become the last paradise as he said, and the checkpoint outside didn't even have a decent wall: "If a wave of zombies passes by here, you still think so confidently that you can hold this place ?"

The governor pulled away the chair on the main seat and sat down: "Of course we can. People here don't pray for help from the outside world like those who are alone outside. They have their own homes, medical facilities, and children can go to school. , and the grown-ups have their own jobs. Everything is in order, and now Woodbury is like a small, self-sufficient community.

Of course, there are still a lot of guns and ammunition. In order to defend our homeland, we are fearless. I would rather die than let those zombies endanger the safety here and ruin our lives. "

The eloquent and eloquent governor in front of him exudes a charming light like a truly outstanding leader.

Tasia lowered her eyelids and silently cut the tender steak in front of her. If his zombie daughter hadn't been stabbed to death by Michonne, maybe he would really defend Woodbury as he said. safety.

The governor glanced sideways at Tasia who hadn't spoken, and smiled slightly: "After lunch, join me for a drink, okay?" Before Darryl had an attack, he added, "Nothing else The meaning is that I want to talk to you about your cousin."

Tasia raised her head and returned him a decent smile: "Of course, if Milton can take them out for a stroll."

The researcher who was named quickly put down his knife and fork: "I am willing to serve you. I will let everyone have a pleasant afternoon. You can rest assured."

Darryl and Seth looked at each other face to face, but agreed to the next arrangement.

When several people had lunch together silently, Heber and Glenn had already returned to the prison.

On the basketball court that was originally used to let the wind go, Carol was taking a slow walk with Lori, while Hershel and Dale were chatting and basking in the sun on the audience bench next to them.

"How is Sean?" Heber, who entered the prison area, saw Rick, and the first thing he said was to ask about the situation of Sean who fell into a coma when he left.

Rick led him to a small compartment on the first floor: "Herschel has taken the bullet out of his shoulder, and he has a fever now, but our anti-inflammatory drugs have been used up." Rick looked complicated Looking at the sleeping Xiao En in the room, if there is no medicine, he can only rely on himself to resist.

Andrea, who was taking care of him, took the towel wrung out by her younger sister Amy, and replaced the other one that was placed on Sean's forehead, then turned her head and nodded to Heber: "His body temperature is getting higher and higher, if this continues I'm afraid Sean won't be able to hold on, I think you'd better go out and find some medicine."

Rick took a deep breath when he heard the words, looked at Heber, and finally said: "There should be an infirmary in this prison. I originally planned to take it step by step, but now the situation is urgent, so I don't care about it." too much."

The ammunition in the team had gone through the battle on the farm, and there was not much left. They had only been consumed and not replenished along the way. If they want to clean up the prison now, they can only rely on cold weapons.

The summoned survivors looked at the sabers, machetes and other murder weapons on the table in the middle, but didn't make a sound.

Heber stepped forward to pick out a handy one, weighed it, and said, "It feels good. If you are afraid, put on the anti-riot helmet and armor we seized a few days ago."

"No, there's a zombie's torn scalp in the thing that was taken from that bastard's head. Just thinking about it makes my heart shudder," Glenn patted his girlfriend's hand comfortingly, pushed her away and stepped forward to pick it up. Picking and picking, "Armor can also be considered." He is a man, and he has the responsibility to protect his family and do his part when the lives of his companions are threatened.

Carol came out and looked at them hesitantly, and said, "We can boil some water and sterilize the helmets, so at least you can have more security when you go out."

"Alright, it's not too late." Heber glanced at her, unexpectedly not ignoring her suggestion.

Carol happily picked up a few anti-riot helmets thrown on the ground and walked out. Lori supported her waist and glanced at her husband in relief. This is good, and Rick doesn't have to worry about the irreconcilable relationship in the team.

"I'll help Carol too." Jimmy hesitated to pick up the equipment in her hand, but was stopped by Heber unexpectedly.

"It's time for you to go in with us this time, and it's time to practice hard," Hebe cast a glance at Heshel who was about to stop him, "You won't be able to help him for the rest of his life, he's not young anymore. I Dare to say, the current Jimmy can't beat Tasia among the three."

The corner of Rick's mouth twitched. This father is also a bit narcissistic. Anyone who is around 20 years old, regardless of gender, will be compared with his daughter, and then he will belittle him. Fan.

Didn't you see that Hershel's face turned black?