The Walking Dead

In Hershel's bedroom, Rick and Lori each occupy a corner of the room, he by the closet and she by the window.

They should be an intimate husband and wife, and they can hold hands together within a few steps, but they seem to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Lori unconsciously stroked the small bumps of paint on the window frame, and licked her dry lips: "Sean and I..." She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I know, I've known since we met again." Without looking at Lori's surprised eyes, Rick twitched his lips unconsciously, "You think I'm dead, the world is fucked...you think I'm dead right?"

"At that time, I thought my husband was dead. At that time, I felt as if I died with you. He led us to escape, and there were corpses everywhere. The government army burned zombies and massacred civilians." Lori felt her heart My heart was pulled so painfully, "Then, I want to find the feeling of being alive, and I can do anything... I was wrong, and now I hate myself for thinking this way."

Rick won't forgive herself, she thought dazedly, and instead of expressing her secret sense of relief, she began to feel empty.

Lori looked up at her husband, through the mist in his eyes, his face was blurred: "If you want to scold me, just scold me, if you want to shout, you can shout, no matter what, but please come with me talk."

"Talk to you? How do you talk?! You blame me for not telling you something, but at the same time you hide everything from me, and you can't even be honest." Rick looked away and sniffed, "I don't want to do this again Live it, Lori, we can't live like this, it will ruin us both, and it will ruin Carl! If you have anything else to keep from me, just say it all at once."

Lori pinched the window frame tightly, her fingertips turned white: "...I'm pregnant."

"How long do you know? A week, two weeks? Or a month?" Rick stared at her sadly and angrily, "You don't want him, you don't even ask me, you decide for yourself?!"

Lori looked into his eyes helplessly, tears finally couldn't help falling down: "It's my fault, I don't know what we should do...

I can't give birth to him in the wilderness, and I can't just bring him into this world and let him live a precarious life.We can't let his every cry put Carl, and everyone we care about, at risk.

What makes me continue to persevere now is because I have those good memories of my past life, and I still have half a lifetime of good memories to support me, and I can still remember the appearance of joy.

However, I'm afraid Karl has nothing to recall now, and the child in his belly, he will not have good memories at all, only fear, only pain!

Even if he is really born, I don't know if he will really have the chance to grow up and live a happy life, will my child really be able to live to Dell's age and be happy in the end? out of this world. "

Rick's eyes were red, and he stretched out his hand to hug Loli into his arms: "Shh, okay, okay, don't worry, everything will be fine."

"...Rick, I really don't know what to do. I'm hiding it from you because if I really want to abort the child," Lori hugged his neck tightly, crying uncontrollably, "... The one whose conscience is condemned will be me, not you... It's all my fault, and it's enough for me to bear it alone."

Rick was so uncomfortable that he didn't know what to say. This was his wife. He couldn't be by her side during the most difficult time. How could he blame a man who lived alone in a world ravaged by zombies with his young son? woman.Shouldn't her mistakes be borne by herself as a husband?

He took a deep breath and patted Lori on the back: "Stop thinking about it, we can't deprive him of his right to live just because of this. Even in this bad world, we can still find joy, and we can still learn from each other. Find strength in us and everything will be alright, as long as we work hard."

Rick lifted her face and wiped away the tears: "Don't think about it so much, I'm going to town with Heber and Glenn to find Hershel, and I'll talk about the rest when I come back, huh?"

Lori forced a smile and nodded: "Okay."

Tasia rubbed her sore calf and sneaked back to the tent to get some medicine.

During this period of time on the farm, in addition to the usual normal practice, she would secretly go to the sandbag specially prepared by Heber to review the daytime fighting repeatedly at night. No one knew how much Tasia sweated in private. , in order to bring down opponents seemingly easily on the practice field during the day.

I have practiced too hard these two days, and my body always has unhealed old injuries and new scars.She decides to take a day off, or Darryl will smell the medicine on her.

After dinner, Tasia sat on the wooden plinth next to Darryl and carefully polished the arrow branches he had shaved.

Darryl used a dagger to cut the branch into the shape of a short arrow, and put it in the quiver on the side for Tasia to access, and then took out the arrow branch she had polished to make grooves, preparing for the installation of arrow feathers.

After making more than 20 shots in a row, Darryl looked up and found that Tasia was holding a short arrow and a knife, and her movements were getting slower and slower. She didn't know where her thoughts were wandering, so she simply pulled out the things in her hand: "If you If you don’t want to do it, go back to the tent and go to sleep, it’s not as fast as Moore’s dilly-dallying.”

Tasia glanced at the duplicity man in a dark line, stood up and left: "Okay, I'll go find Glenn."

Darryl stared at her back without looking back, his heart was blocked, he actually said to find another man in front of him, and she ran away without even knowing what to say. What's the matter.

Darryl dropped the arrows in his hand, put a few into his quiver, carried them on his back, and walked towards his and Moore's tent.

In less than 10 minutes, when Tasia ran back excitedly, she searched around but didn't see him, so she grabbed Moore who was bored and was about to go back to sleep: "Where's Darryl?"

"It's not entertaining at this point. If he's not with you, he probably just went back to rest." Moore curled his lips and walked away.

Tasia pulled him back and ran to the camp past Moore: "I'll go find him, you play outside for a while, don't go back—"

"...I... damn girl!" Moore gritted his teeth fiercely, turned and walked towards the porch of the villa.

Pulling back the curtain, Darryl and his clothes turned his back to the door, lying sideways on the mat on the right.

Tasia knelt by the cushions and tried to look in, propping up her hands.

His eyes were really closed, but he didn't know if he was really asleep.Tasia leaned down, stretched out her slender fingers and gently brushed Darryl's long eyelashes.

Darryl moved his eyes and turned his face away from her evil little hand.Tasia hooked the corners of her mouth, followed suit, and continued to pluck his eyelashes.

The man was so angry that he neither pretended to sleep nor hid. He grabbed her paw and opened his eyes to look at her: "Have you played enough? Go back and rest by yourself, I'm going to sleep."

Tasia ignored his choking tone, leaned half on top of him, and stroked the beard on his chin: "Stingy, let me shave you tomorrow morning—"

Darryl was startled, and blurted out: "No need!" Want him to become a little boy like Glenn? !no way!

After finishing speaking, I started to regret it. I had made up my mind to ignore her and teach her a good lesson to let her understand the importance of her man, but he fell into her trap with just one sentence. Darryl wanted to bury his face in the Go in the pillow.

"Oh, that's fine." Tasia leaned softly into his arms, and found a comfortable position as soon as she saw it.

"Tell me, why haven't they come back yet." She poked his abdominal muscles, hard.The time for Hershel to go to town was obviously earlier, but why is he still so uneasy? Even if he did meet another team, it turned out that the three of them could come back safely. Now that there is one more Heber, it shouldn't be a problem Yes.

Speaking of Darryl, it's really hard to throw irony. Although Tasia didn't look worried on the surface, she probably still had something hanging in her heart: "There must be some delay, and the tavern is not so easy to find." Comforting stroking her hair.

Tasia, who was soothed, couldn't help but smile slightly, and found that the man in front of her was getting easier to guess.

Reaching out of his coat pocket, he took out the map he borrowed from Glenn, and held it up above the two lying down: "Where are we now?"

Darryl pointed to the right, feeling powerless about her road blindness again: "Here, remember clearly, don't go out next time and even find the way back."

Tasia secretly remembers that she is not really blind, but there is no compass now, and there will always be deviations when using the sun to determine the direction, and the map in English is still a problem for her, and she does not plan to know all of it now Yes, just remember the key points.

He paused and sniffed: "What's the smell?"

"Oh—that's not important, come and help me find out, where is Woodbury?" Tasia quickly diverted his attention.

"Woodbury? There are several, which one are you looking for?" Darryl glanced at her in confusion, but didn't pursue further.

"Well, Woodbury," she added, thinking, "is the closest."

"Let me see," Darryl took the map and searched for it, then pointed to a small dot in Georgia at the bottom right of the map, "This one is pretty close."

Tasia looked at the place carefully, then turned her head and asked, "Then do you know that there is a prison near there?"