The Walking Dead

Thanks to Bymore, in less than a meal, the speechless news that "Woodbury's boss passed out because of the stupid big man in the prison" spread throughout the base.

Stevens, who went out to get the medicine with Rick's team, came back at night. When he saw the new scar on the Governor's forehead, he immediately turned around and criticized Tasia, Moore and the big man mercilessly!

The three of them were kicked out of the room by the domineering black female doctor.

Looking at the sad eyes of the two, Moore scratched his head embarrassingly, and coughed twice: "This old woman is too ignorant of flattery... Uh, I suddenly remembered that there are still some things I forgot to deal with."

The eyes of the two turned to contempt, and Moore blushed, and stubbornly carried out the excuse to the end, "Well, everyone, go to work, I have to go first."

Moore, who was trotting all the way into the corner, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn it, I wouldn't have joined in the fun at night." He will never admit that after spreading rumors, he returned to the governor's room again , just to see if that guy will be pissed off.

If he was still alive, maybe he could also help the big man work harder.

Moore curled his lips and touched his unshaven chin. Unexpectedly, that stupid big man was so lethal, tsk tsk.

Amy, who was passing by with her freshly washed clothes, saw an old man dodgingly hiding in the corner, touching his chin and laughing in an extremely obscene manner.

She shivered involuntarily, turned around and ran away with a basin full of clothes.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Moore recovered from his obsession, only seeing the back of a girl in distress.

He was stunned, blinked, and murmured inexplicably, "What the hell, did you see the hell?" He looked down at his clothes, "It's very clean, no blood plasma, and no minced meat."

Then he raised his head speechlessly, and after a while, he said, "Crazy...all women are crazy."

In view of the great damage Amy had done to his "pure and fragile" heart, Moore decided to go to her for an explanation.

As soon as he walked to Area C, he saw Amy put the basin and was ready to come out. Moore strode forward, put one hand on the door frame, and blocked her in the room.

Caught off guard, Amy took a big step back in fright, and immediately blurted out preemptively: "What do you want to do!"

Moore answered in a strange way: "Fuck you..." As soon as the words came out, he knew it was not good, and quickly rounded it back abruptly, "It's impossible."

The vest was startled into a layer of cold sweat, and Moore, who was so embarrassed, was also angry. He pointed at Amy's nose and taught, "No, what the hell is going on with you girl today? Run away as soon as you see me, I Is it a devil or a zombie, it’s just so unpopular, huh?!"

The corners of Amy's mouth twitched. Any girl who saw his perverted appearance hiding in the corner would have to turn around and run away. She didn't go around telling others that it would be good if she didn't go that way in the future. that's it.

"Why are you hiding there?" Amy didn't dare to tell him the real reason, so she had to change the subject politely.

"I..." Moore opened his mouth, can he say it?He couldn't say it. If he told her that he was thinking there, he would use the big man's stupid and cute attributes to moles the governor's weak spirit and temporarily weak every day, what would Amy think of him?

No need to think about it, Moore could imagine that she wouldn't think there was anything wrong with the big man, but only felt that she was a scum who didn't care about the safety of her companions.

Well, anyway, he has been a scumbag for many years, and he doesn't care about such "misunderstandings" once or twice.

But he was just upset.

Moore cleared his throat, changed his hand, leaned against the door frame, and raised his chin proudly at her, "I'll wait for you there, can't I?"

"Wait for me?" Amy was completely confused now, and she asked blankly, "What are you waiting for me?"

Moore gritted her molars, couldn't she change the way of asking, she always does it!Damn, he almost habitually replied "fuck you" to her just now, fuck!

He gritted his teeth violently, "I wait if I like to wait, and if I don't like to wait, I don't wait. You don't care what I'm waiting for you, you can squat there and wait for me if you have the ability!"

Confused by his tongue-twisters, Amy took a deep breath, well, she can't argue with a man with chronic agitation.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and Amy maintained a stiff smile, standing in front of him with a good temper, and said softly: "So, you have found me now, and then?"

Moore froze for a moment, then?then what?What can the two of them have and then...

Amy blinked, waiting patiently for his answer.

Looking at such a soft and supple girl standing in front of him, Moore's heart moved slightly, and after a while, he finally said: "Where's the clothes I gave you?"

Unexpectedly, his answer was this. Amy was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and took out the coat she wore that day from the small cabinet next to the bed.

The camel-colored coat was well preserved, and the blood that stuck to it that day had been cleaned up, and Amy's fingers pinched it a little tight.

She thought it was a gift from Moore.

Whenever I touched this dress, the painful memory of being imprisoned in the dungeon that day seemed to be covered with a layer of warm color, and it was no longer so difficult to endure the cold and biting nightmare every night.

Amy felt a pang in her heart. She pursed her lips, but still stretched out her hand and handed it over: "I washed it, and I will return it to you if you want it."

Moore frowned, and waved his hand away: "Why do I want this, I'm not a woman," he couldn't control the strength in his hand for a moment, and the beautiful coat was patted on the ground by him.

Both of them froze suddenly. Amy bit her lower lip, looked down at the dusty clothes, and stood there without moving. There was an indescribable sadness, which made her nose sore .

"Cough, why are you standing there?" Moore coughed dryly. Seeing that she was just standing aggrieved like a child, he couldn't help feeling soft. He bent over to pick up the clothes, patted them indiscriminately, and then hugged Amy. Said, "If you like it, you can take it. No one will ask you to return it. I'll just ask."

Tsk tsk, poor one, I guess it's been a long time since I wore new clothes, it seems to make her sad, as for, at worst, next time I go to town, he will go and bring back some more women's clothes.

The nervous Moore pouted, and turned to look for his younger brother Darryl in a bored manner.The little girl was really teased. If he didn't leave, she would probably cry.

At this time, Daryl was comforting Tasia who was also kicked out of the room.

"You said, I didn't do anything bad. It was Moore who smashed Philip's head, and Stevens couldn't just scold me." Tasia flattened her mouth. While peeling off the dry branch that Darryl handed over, he muttered and complained, "Even if there is no credit, there is hard work. Anyway, I have taken care of him for so long, and I don't care about him when I wake up. The twin dead fish eyes stared at me fiercely."

"Well, that's right, it's not kind," Darryl nodded while adjusting the arrow in his hand, "Stevens is with the governor, let's ignore them."

"It's all the bastard Moore's fault. I see it for real. He just threw Philip's head on the ground on purpose. Otherwise, it just happened to touch his forehead!" Tasia ruthlessly peeled off the bark. A big piece, with a dagger in the air, as if the opposite is the guy who caused trouble, "Even if it hits the back of the head, Stevens won't drive us out if he can't see it, idiot! "

"Well, he's just an idiot." Darryl glanced at the half-finished short arrow in Tasia's hand, and Darryl pointed to the protruding part in the middle, "It doesn't work here, just cut it evenly."

Moore, who was called an idiot, just walked to the door. When he heard the conversation in the room, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he retreated lightly, turning to his room.

In the room, little Pei Ji was sitting on the upper bunk, sensiblely folding the change of clothes that Patricia gave him.

"Ah, so cute, our Pei Ji also knows how to fold his own clothes." Moore, who was the next best thing, praised the little guy casually with a look of relief.

Little Pei Ji gave him a sideways glance, and said coolly, "This is not my clothes, but some guy who calls himself an uncle."

The little boy was condescending, sighed maturely, and continued, "A man like you who has no ability to take care of himself, I really doubt whether there will be an aunt at home in the future."

When he was ten years old, he had to move out and sleep in a separate room with Moore. He couldn't stand helping him pack his clothes every day anymore.

Unfortunately, before Pei Ji turned ten years old, he was dragged out of the bed by Moore, who was furious.

An exasperated Moore pushed him to the bed on the lower bunk, pulled off Pei Ji's trousers three times, and slapped his white and tender buttocks: "I can't heal others, and I can't heal you. Even a little bastard dares to bully me!"

Little Pei Ji struggled and screamed, "Mom—Dad—help—"

"Mom, Dad? It's no use calling you ancestor today!" Moore slapped him hard again.Then I heard a vicious sentence, "You dare to hit my son again!"

Moore turned his head slowly, wilting.

Tasia stood at the door with a dark face holding a sharp dagger. Behind her was Darryl staring at him with folded arms...

"Well, hehe, we are playing, no, we are not trying hard." Moore smiled dryly, and let go of other people's son.

"He lied!" Pei Ji, who was howling dryly, pulled up his pants smartly and ran towards the door, threw himself into Tasia's arms, and continued to howl, "Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow(ie)

After taking Pei Ji from Tasia, Darryl glanced at his elder brother sympathetically, "You wish for luck." After saying that, he turned around slowly and carried his son back to his room.

"Get me kicked out, beat my son, it's useless to call the ancestor? You are really capable." Putting a beautiful knife back into the scabbard on the side of the leg, Tasia pinched the bones of her hand With a clattering sound, he approached the stunned Moore step by step.

After a while, there was a scream like killing a pig from the next door.

Darryl wiped Pei Ji's little face with a towel, and paused.

It is estimated that Tasia should be happy when she returns to her room.Satisfied, he continued with what he was doing.