The Walking Dead

After a big battle, life in the prison is still going on as usual, and the number of members in the base has now increased to 35 people.

Because of Jimmy's departure, Sasha in Darryl's team was transferred to Hebner's team to fill the vacancy, and now each team has eleven players.

The logistics team still only had Patricia and Lori.

Cooperating with his companions to clean up the walking corpses wandering around the prison, Tasia was sprayed with degenerated plasma again.She packed her things wearily, and after taking a shower, she didn't go back to the cell with everyone as usual.

With a gun in hand and her half-dried wet hair loose, Tasia inspected the surrounding barbed wire over and over again, checking for any damage.Although she had walked around the wire fence several times, she continued the same motion absently.

Darryl stood on the basketball court, looking at her back from such a distance, he knew that she just couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart for a while.

He should believe her, she will figure it out sooner or later, the governor's matter is not her fault.

What's more, even if Tasia really wanted that bastard's life sincerely, Darryl wouldn't think there was anything wrong with that. He never liked that so-called "brother-in-law".

However, he really couldn't forget what he saw when he returned to the truck that day.

His petite Tasia staggered towards the cell with the governor on his back. The 1.9-meter-tall governor almost completely concealed the little woman below.His feet dragged limply on the ground, scraping two long marks on the gravel road.

Darryl's first reaction was to be angry, but when he saw the tears in Tasia's eyes, the rising anger was instantly extinguished.

At that time, he grabbed the governor's arm, and he couldn't help but throw him off, and turned to supporting him on his back.

If that was what she really wanted, even if he was reluctant, he would try his best to make it happen for her.

The winter sun can't give people much temperature even at noon, let alone dusk.The evening wind was getting cooler on the open pasture, and Tasia's wet hair in the distance was blown up in locks by the wind.

Darryl finally couldn't help but picked up a clean towel and walked towards her slowly.

"You should go back." Even if it was guilt, Darryl felt that she had been guilty for too long.

"Why are you here?" Tasia smiled at him after regaining her senses, and obediently took the towel to wipe her long hair.

Darryl sighed, put his hand on her shoulder, and led her back: "If I don't come to you, do you plan to just stay outside like this?"

The tip of Tasia's nose twitched, and she forced a smile: "How could it be? Where else can I go if I don't go back."

"If you don't want to laugh, don't force yourself, cry in front of me, it's not shameful." Darryl didn't look at her, and walked around her thoughtfully looking ahead.

He knew she was just holding on.

Hershel's refusal was so firm that night that it was impossible for him to help her save the governor's life from Jimmy's indirect murderer.And the objections from Heber and others put too much pressure on her.

Even Tasia's father stood on the opposite side of her, one can imagine how sad she would be, "Don't blame them, they just couldn't turn that corner for a while, after all, not long ago, everyone was still an enemy .”

In his mind, his Tasia was the strongest little woman in the world.

Few women had the guts to take a bullet for the bleeding Governor in person under such circumstances.She didn't even have any medical training, and there were no extra blood bags in the base to replenish the governor's blood. She relied on a few bottles of glucose, and went into battle with a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Although since then, the Governor never woke up again.

Even so, Darryl is willing to applaud her in his heart.His woman should be like this, no matter what she does, she must have the spirit of going forward and never giving in.

"I know," Tasia in her arms sniffed and said with a wry smile, "how could I blame them, since I was the one who shot and wounded Philip, and the one who has the least right to blame others is me .”

"That's good, go back and have a good meal, don't make trouble anymore." Darryl turned his face and kissed her temple in relief.

"I'm not being awkward," Tasia stopped, her lips moved for a while, and then she whispered, "there are not many medical supplies in the prison, and most of the anti-inflammatory and antibiotics were used by me on Philip. Before I find more supplies, I can save a little bit."

It is already wrong enough to use public goods for selfish purposes. If she is asked to pretend that nothing happened, face the suspicious eyes of everyone, and enjoy the food in the base at will, even she herself will Look down on yourself.

Darryl frowned slightly, he didn't expect Tasia's psychological burden to be so heavy.

He gently stroked her wet long hair, moved his lips, and retracted the words when they reached his lips. After a long while, he just said: "Tomorrow I will lead the team out, if possible, I will go to the nearby Are there any clinics, hospitals, etc.

You stay at the base, don't go out, that guy who is unconscious still needs someone to take care of him. "What he didn't say is that it has been seven days since that night, if he still can't wake up these few days, maybe they really should give up.

He didn't want to make Tasia sad, but if everything was really irreparable, he hoped that she would have less incomprehension from her peers and relatives.

She heard the words and looked up at Darryl. There was calm tenderness in his deep eyes. Tasia involuntarily opened her arms and hugged him tightly: "...Thank you." There are too many things to be grateful for, except for these two words , she didn't know what to say.

No matter at any time, whether she is right or wrong, this man has always stood behind her, sheltering her from the wind and rain, and that is enough.

But despite Darryl's special instructions, at dinner, Tasia ate only a little food just enough to maintain energy.

Seeing her leaving early, the people at the table fell silent.

"Hebe, Rick, I think we need to have a good talk." After a long time, Darryl put down the knife and fork in his hand and said solemnly.

Tasia, who had already left, did not see this scene, and she still had many things to do.

The other people looked at each other in blank dismay. No one knew what the three of them talked about after the meal. The topic of that night seemed to be a secret, and no one mentioned it anymore.

Only Glenn, who was on duty at the sentry tower that night, vaguely noticed that Daryl was on the grass with Rick and Hebe. The body movements of the three were a little fierce, and they didn't know what they were arguing about.

Then, the next day, Darryl went out with the third team and didn't return for several days.

In the days since Daryl and the others left, Tasia has been doing the same thing every day, helping other teams deal with zombies in the morning, and going to Area A to look after Philip in the afternoon.

After dinner, she walked through the training equipment area with a small half basin of water as usual, smiled and nodded to the people exercising on the field, said hello, and then stopped at the door of a small cubicle on the first floor.

Putting the water basin by the door, Tasia naturally took out a key from her coat pocket and opened the iron gate in front of her.

After entering, the quilt on the bed was uncovered first, and then the water was brought in and placed on the low cabinet beside the bed. While talking, he wiped the governor's body with a towel on the side.

"What are you going to do to wake up? I'm wrong. I've been tortured by you for so many days. Even if I have a big revenge, I should pay it off."

Tasia chatted with the governor lying motionless on the bed, as if he would get up and respond to her the next moment.

"Tsk tsk, look at you, if you lie down like this again, you will be really thin and out of shape."

Tasia inserted the veil into his shirt, and even through the thick towel, she could feel the ribs on his chest.

She blinked her eyes, tried her best to clear away the floating mist, and continued in a low voice, "There's still one bottle of glucose left, even if you save it, it's only two days' worth."

The Governor in the quilt had his eyes closed, his brown hair docilely scattered on the pillow, obediently like a child.

Tasia swears that she has never seen the governor so obedient in her life, neither hitting back nor cursing back.If he had been hit by the fabled drug or something, she'd be happy to rebel on him.

Unfortunately not, he was dying.

Tasia felt desolate in her heart, such a doldrums governor, how could he be like the former high-spirited man.

"Bastard, didn't I just lie to you a few times and shoot you once? Do you need to keep your eyes open like this? Even if you wake up now, I won't drive you out for a while."

Tasia stretched out her claws, grabbed the Governor's cheek, said something to herself, sighed, picked up a towel and wiped his face again.

"You also said to give me the best life, the best things, and share your power with me," she tried to turn him over and began to rub his back, "this is how you give me the best life, the best Things, is this how to share power with me? If I am a liar, you will not be much better."

After wiping, he moved him back to his original position, pulled up the quilt and covered him again.

"Darryl has been out for three days. I don't know how they are doing now. I hope everyone will come back safely."

Tasia then opened the bedside table, took out half a bottle of mineral water inside, and dipped it in a cotton swab to moisten the governor's lips.

"Let me make it clear to you first. When you wake up, remember to thank them. If it wasn't for your medicine, Daryl and the others wouldn't have stayed outside for so many days without coming back."

After everything was done, Tasia sat by the bed and stared at him for a while.Then he bent down slightly, put his forehead on the governor's chest, and murmured, "If you don't get up again, you will really starve to death. Get up quickly, brother-in-law, I can't afford you anymore.