The Walking Dead

The flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the afternoon breeze makes the green leaves sway gently. The sunlight passes through the vines on the flower stand, and faintly sprinkles on people. atmosphere of silence.

Tasia stared blankly at the curling steam on the teacup. It was originally a sophistry to the governor, but as she spoke, it reminded her of that handsome brother Qing lying in her arms with a pale face, and that night Long streams of exhausted tears.

At that time, she didn't think so.

If it wasn't for Heber being by her side, she would have been like the governor at that time, full of hatred and loathing for herself and the world.

Tasia was suddenly a little breathless, and those words seemed to have already filled her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth, she ran out unknowingly: "Is it true that zombies can't turn back into humans? Even if everyone All told me it was irreparable and there was no way I could use the word 'monster' to call him.

I want to change his resurrection with everything I have, and I want zombies all over the world to be buried with him.I don't know if you can understand that feeling, the feeling of wanting nothing and having nothing to think about. "

Tasia sniffed the fragrant black tea, suddenly chuckled, took a deep breath and raised her head, holding back tears and smiling at the Governor: "Their family is dead, isn't it?"

Facing her forbearing eyes, the governor looked away uncomfortably.

At that moment just now, he actually had the feeling that what Tasia said was not someone else, but his own feeling, and the fingertips holding the teacup gradually turned white.

After a long time, he said, "I am the Philip you are looking for."

He is Philip, the Philip who lost his wife and daughter and survived alone.

Some words are difficult to say, but once said, it seems that it is not as difficult as imagined.The governor's eyes wandered, he was used to life wearing a mask, and this kind of recognition made him a little embarrassed.

He didn't wait for Tasia's response for a while, and he stood up abruptly: "I'll take you back..." As soon as he finished speaking, he was hugged tightly by the petite body that threw himself into his arms. move.

How long has it been since he had the warm embrace of his family, how long has it been since he tore open his scars and exposed it to others, no one will know that the governor who keeps preaching democracy and dedication has already hardened his heart the moment his daughter turned into a zombie. Iron.

The governor slowly raised his hand, and stopped when it was close to Tasia's back. He didn't carefully place it on top of her head until the clothes on her chest felt wet.

The governor gently patted Tasia's vest with one hand, stroked her hair with the other, and softly coaxed the weeping girl: "Okay, okay, it's all over, don't cry anymore."

Tasia buried her face in his chest, taking the opportunity to pour out all the uneasiness and sadness buried in her heart in the past, crying more and more recklessly, no matter how the governor coaxed her, she choked up and refused to look up.

The governor helped her breathe, and sighed helplessly: "If your friend comes to pick you up at this time, those who don't know will think that I have bullied you."

Tasia couldn't help stepping back in embarrassment when she heard the words, and stood up straight: "If you hadn't been hiding it from me like this, I wouldn't have lost my composure like just now, after all, it is true that you bullied me. "

The governor pulled her closer and wiped away the tears still hanging on Tasia's cheeks with his thumb. The corners of his mouth slightly curved into a warm arc, and it was rare that he didn't care about her words in a good temper. Now that he had already taken this step, he didn't want to Give yourself another chance to regret: "I have something to show you, follow me."

Let him hold his hand and leave the backyard, but seeing the door of the compartment getting closer and closer, Tasia couldn't help but stop.

Even those who haven't watched the TV series can guess who is locked inside.However, she still has no way to face a zombie who has no blood relationship with her, let alone pretend to be a loving elder under the eyes of the governor.

She hurriedly picked up a topic before the governor could speak: "The picture frame you put on the closet just now is their picture?"

"It's a photo of our whole family," the governor's expression softened when he mentioned this, he turned around and picked up the upside-down photo frame, and took a deep look at the three smiling brightly in the photo. Then he handed it to Tasia, "This picture was taken a year ago. Speaking of which, maybe you have seen it before."

Tasia calmed down, and took the photo frame with a smile: "If I had seen you before, I would definitely not miss you." Her slender fingertips gently slid across the smiling faces of the three, "When I have memories, It was not long after the virus broke out. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was that my mother died in front of me in order to protect me.

We fled in a hurry, except for our two siblings and some simple supplies, Dad didn't have time to take away other things.I heard about my cousin on the way from my father. At that time, I only knew that I was going to come to Woodbury, because there were still our relatives here. I didn’t expect that we would be separated before that. "

The Governor quietly looked at the girl in front of him, a trace of secret joy emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The feeling of being each other's only relatives is really tempting. Maybe, he can really keep her by his side and be with him until the day when Petunia can regain consciousness.

If by that time, she was still true to him, he would accept her as his and Petunia's real family.

The governor stretched out his hand and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "I want to take you to meet someone."

Tasia's vest was cold, she put her hand into his palm without changing her face, followed the governor's footsteps, and watched him slowly open the door of the compartment.

The opposite wall was full of square fish tanks, and the expected zombie heads crowded the entire wall. Even Tasia, who had been mentally prepared, couldn't help but feel creepy when she first saw it.

"Don't pay attention to these things, it's just a little harmless hobby," the governor closed the door of the compartment, and pushed her to sit down on the sofa opposite the fish tank, "I don't want you to see this, wait for me .”

Unconsciously grabbing the armrest of the sofa, Tasia felt a little dizzy with her heart beating faster and faster.

She didn't know if she could still keep calm when she saw the governor's zombie daughter. She had to use the greatest energy to restrain herself, so as not to suddenly violently stab her when she saw Petunia for the first time. head.

Tasia closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of the iron fence being pulled open, the special footsteps of the zombies staggering, and the rotten smell that filled the small compartment, which could not be concealed. taste.

"... Tasia?"

Looking up, he saw the Governor who had opened the fence and stepped back to the side. There was obvious anticipation in his eyes, but also uncertain apprehension.

Thinking about it, even a pervert like the governor would worry about people who value him and would not accept his behavior of keeping zombies in captivity.He would also be afraid that she would fear, despise, and then turn around and flee from the place closest to his heart.

Tasia smiled slightly. To put it bluntly, the governor is just a poor man: "I'm ready."

The small body with its arms bound by the restraint belt seemed to be stimulated by the fresh flesh in the room, and ran faster and faster, rushing to Tasia through the fireplace-sized hole dug out of the wall.

Looking at the little zombie who was stopped abruptly by the chain behind her, Tasia couldn't help stretching out her hands and holding her struggling body. The shackled zombie turned its face across the white hood and chased after her. The smell of meat from the shoulder.

"Petunia?" Tasia fixed her body and lifted the soft cloth covering her head.

With deep-set dark circles, bruised lips, and black and yellow teeth, no matter how much the governor put in to take good care of his "seriously ill" daughter, Petunia in front of her couldn't get rid of her ugly appearance as a zombie.

The long pale golden hair on the bottom of the hand has long lost the slightest luster, like withered grass. To put it mildly, it is nothing more than neatly combed dry grass.

Tasia looked at the little zombie in front of her who was becoming irritable because she couldn't achieve her goal, and suddenly felt extremely sad.

If Heber hadn't stopped her, Corus would have been imprisoned like Penny now, rotting little by little in a dark dungeon.