The Walking Dead

"They're back!" Andrea, who had been guarding the watchtower, put down her binoculars, shouted excitedly to Lori and Dale below, and quickly ran downstairs to the gate.

"Wait for me, the suspension bridge is too heavy, you can't do it alone!" The big man chased after him, waving his hands and running up and down.

Old Dale smoothed his white hair, finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and helped Lori, who was poopy, slowly walk towards the exit: "I told you, they will come back safely, don't worry, you don't Listen, you insist on waiting outside. You are such a grown-up, and you still need others to worry about it. If you catch a cold and affect the baby in your stomach, I don’t think you have time to regret it.”

Lori smiled softly, supported her back and let him chatter.Dell is always so hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He didn't know who it was before, fidgeting and wandering back and forth in front of the second gate on the basketball court, and no one would pull him away.

The army-green truck gradually drove into the pasture, and the people who heard the sound rushed forward, and the relatives who found their homes hugged each other with tears of joy.

"Where's Jimmy?" After looking around in the crowd, Heschel turned around and asked Beth in Maggie's arms, but didn't see the familiar guy.

Hearing this, the tears in Beth's eyes that were finally gone came up again. She opened her mouth, but she was choked with sobs and didn't know how to answer her father's doubts.

The soldiers who returned from victory were silent, and the laughter of the reunion gradually fell silent.Several children held the hand of the adults around them uneasily, their big innocent eyes lingering on their parents.

Hershel felt cold, and asked with trembling lips, "Where is Jimmy, tell me, what's wrong with him?"

"Herschel," the crowd automatically parted from the middle, and Heber walked up to the old man holding the blood-stained corpse, his fingertips turned white, "I'm sorry." He didn't know what else he could say besides sorry He was the one who took the person out, but he failed to bring back the child lying in his arms intact and safe.

If he could have discovered that they were missing earlier, if he had killed Martinez the first time he rushed into the cell, maybe Jimmy would not have died tragically.

At this moment, Heber deeply hated his incompetence.

Hershel's old man burst into tears, "Poor child..." He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Jimmy's pale cheek, but trembled like a withered yellow leaf in the cold wind.

The boy's skin was cold, his pale golden eyelashes drooped on his lower eyelids, and there was no movement at all, as if the flowing time had stopped and rested on his face in pity.

He stroked Jimmy's drooping head again and again, straightened his scabbed hair, wiped the blood off his face.

Just when Heber hesitated to speak several times, Hershel suddenly sniffed, turned his face away in a hoarse voice, "Time is running out, I'm going to dig a hole."

The old man's back was heavy and bleak, "You guys send him away... I won't watch it." Maggie and Beth glanced at Heber, and quickly took two steps to help their father follow him to a big tree on the edge of the grassland. .

"I'll get a shovel." Seeing his girlfriend's family sad, Glenn felt uncomfortable, so he simply took the big man and Oscar to the warehouse to get tools.

Under the luxuriant tree is their chosen burial place.For every team member in the future, if the soul leaves, the body will sleep forever under this tree.

This place was chosen by Dale and him. They thought that the two old guys were the first to lie down there.If possible, they hope that after a hundred years, they can still guard this group of children and watch them grow and become stronger one by one until the base is built better and stronger.

But I didn't expect that the first person to lie down there would be a half-grown child in his early twenties.

The cold wind of winter night is biting, and the exposed skin hurts like being scratched by a knife.

After digging the hole, Rick wiped off his sweat, grabbed Glenn's hand and used his strength to climb up to the ground, put the shovel in his hand on the soft mound beside him, and then turned around to pick up the corpse in Heber's arms.Unexpectedly, He Bo turned slightly sideways, avoided his hand, and said in a low voice, "No, I can do it by myself."

He tightened his arms, and Jimmy's chin in his arms rested on his hand, which was no longer as soft as before.

The corpse began to stiffen, and he would come back to life as a zombie in a short time.Hebe gritted his teeth and jumped into the deep pit with his body in his arms. The people watching on it supported each other and looked at them sadly.

"Good boy, rest in peace." Heber took one last look at the boy who had passed away for a long time, clenched his molars and pressed a heavy kiss on his forehead, and at the same time inserted a sharp dagger deep into his jaw. Jimmy's head!

The left hand holding him tightly was overstretched, and the right hand was still stained with the blood dripping from the young man's jaw. Heber didn't seem to be able to feel his arms trembling slightly, but only heard bursts of suppressed weeping from the ground. Voice.

In the suspended aisle on the second floor, Herschel looked at the people gathered together on the pasture from afar, with one hand powerlessly draped over the barbed wire.Maggie and Beth stood behind him, left and right. After a while, Maggie couldn't help but stepped forward: "Go back, don't be too sad, you need to rest."

Herschel didn't move, and murmured in a low voice: "I don't know if Jimmy will blame me for not sending him off personally."

"No, Jimmy loves you and everyone." Maggie's eyes were sour, her throat felt like a stalk, and she reached out to support her father. "He will understand."

"...Yeah, he is a sensible and good boy." The old man turned around slowly, waved his hand lightly to reject his daughter's support, and left slowly with his hunched body.

There was no light on the vast pasture, only the bright moonlight shining in front of the solitary mound.

The crowd had dispersed, Tasia watched Heber standing motionless in front of the grave, sighed and left quietly.

The rough military truck was still parked on the gravel road in the meadow, and everyone forgot about the enemy and the little zombie thrown on the truck.When Tasia pulled the latch on the tailgate, she realized that a small puddle of blood had accumulated under the governor.

Because the situation was urgent before, when she was evacuating, she just tied him with cloth strips torn from her clothes casually, and didn't check carefully, she didn't expect it to be so serious.

Tasia hurriedly propped herself up to the edge and jumped onto the carriage, kicked the little zombie who was in the way, and leaned over to check the wound on his waist.

The bullet did not penetrate his body, but if an operation cannot be performed as soon as possible to remove the stuck bullet, it is estimated that the governor will really die here.

"Philip?" she called him tentatively.

Under the moonlight, the Governor's face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly. Tasia was a little anxious, turned his face and patted him, "Philip, wake up!" The tentacles were wet.

If he had been killed during the battle, Tasia would have nothing to say but regret.But now, she had already brought him back. Tasia knew that she would regret it if she just let this man die like this.

The people in Woodbury are still there, so what if there is one less governor?In the same way, there will be another officer to lead them.Even if the other party promised not to offend each other, how could she trust their promise casually?

The two bases are so close, sharing the same resources and robbing the same supplies.These foreseeable contradictions are not something that can be resolved by just changing a leader.

If things go on like this, sooner or later, they will start fighting again.

Tasia couldn't be bewitching everyone and killing everyone in Woodbury, she was not an executioner, and neither was anyone else in the prison.

More importantly, she didn't want him to die.

Who would believe that a demon will not fight back against the enemy after being hurt?Tasia knew that the shot didn't hit his vitals, as long as he raised the gun to fight back at that time, she would aim at the center of his eyebrow without hesitation.

However, he didn't.

She didn't care about the psychopathic governor, but she couldn't care less about Philip who restrained his feelings like this.

From the moment she pulled the trigger on him, but he gave up resisting, she regretted it.

She didn't want the man she once called "brother-in-law" to die under her gun in such an aggrieved manner.

"Philip, don't sleep, I'll take you to the doctor right away," Tasia quickly untied the rope tied to his body, with a vague premonition in her heart, which made her voice more and more Panic, "Philip, wake up, wake up!"

how so.

She was still rejoicing that maybe this time, they could finally sit down and talk.Whether it is by force, or emotion, or even using the governor's care for the little zombies, all in all, she finally found a chance for the two parties to have a good chat.He couldn't run away, so he could only negotiate with her calmly.

But is it really too late?

Trying to lift up his limp upper body, the Governor hung silently and obliquely on her shoulders, and the weight of more than 100 kilograms made her stagger on the soles of her feet.

Tasia's fingertips trembled uncontrollably.