The Walking Dead

"...Hmm!" Moore lay on the ground, physically and mentally traumatized.

Tasia knelt down and patted his head comfortingly: "How is it, are you okay?"

"...Hands are numb." Moore hummed aggrievedly, his jaw hurt from the fall, "I was not prepared, you struck too hard."

"Okay, you know I'm still not sure how to handle it right now," Tasia simply sat on the ground and rubbed his shoulders vigorously, "I didn't even dare to lock your throat."

"You have the nerve to say it! You touched my throat just now!" Moore yelled angrily. He was thrown on the big horse by a little girl, and he couldn't recover for a long time. It was too shameful. No, not even her! "You almost broke my neck, do you want me to die!"

"Didn't I just remember it when I met it? As for..." Tasia's mouth twitched, didn't it mean that the gap was too big to hurt her self-esteem? I admit my mistake, let me admit my mistake, I shouldn't have attacked you without saying hello to you first."

She stretched out her hand and pinched Moore's old face, which was still lying on the ground, and said softly, "That's a way to deal with outsiders, and we can't do it like this in the future, right—Moore~ ~"

Moore turned his face away with difficulty, avoiding her claws, and firmly said a word to her: "Bah!"

"..."

When it was time for lunch, Darryl hadn't come back yet.

Heber gave Tasia an exquisite crystal hairpin, she liked it so much, and finally put it on her head solemnly.The point is not how beautiful the hairpin is, but because there is a six-centimeter-long sharp blade embedded in it, and a roll of steel wire that can be stretched out to a length of 50 centimeters.

Tasia didn't know how her father got the blade and wire in, but she was grateful anyway.

I am grateful to my father for using his flesh and blood to shield her from the wind and rain, to my father for teaching her marksmanship and fighting without reservation, and to my father for giving her all the good that he can give, making her feel that apart from giving the same She has nothing to repay except for her love.

Even if this hairpin wasn't a life-saving weapon, she would treasure it just for the name that Heber personally made.

Tasia touched the hairpin on her head, bursting with happiness bubbles all over her body, and sat down next to Hebe with a silly smile, and took the plate from Carol.

"Hmm, that," Moore cleared his throat, and casually said while eating, "I had a good chat with the kid locked in the barn today."

Almost everyone was stunned for a moment, stopped their forks and raised their heads to stare at him.

Old Dale was the first to hold back: "The kid just finished the operation yesterday, and you are going to torture him today, how can you do it?"

Moore rolled his eyes, those little injuries are nothing, man, who doesn't have scars on his body.

"Are you really just chatting with him?!" Carol looked at him angrily and disappointedly. She was also a brother, and she thought that even though the appearance was different, Moore would not be too far from Darryl in essence.

"Of course it's just a chat." Moore glared at her fiercely. This idiot woman, when will it be her turn to blame him, can't tell Dale himself that he respects the elderly, but he is not polite to Carol, he is malicious Facing her face, he said in a low voice, "After washing the dishes, you remember to go to the barn to help the child re-bandage the wound, it seems that there are a few more holes."

Carol was trembling with anger, took a deep look at him, put down the plate, turned around and left, this man is an out-and-out thug, he is not worthy to be Darryl's big brother at all, he will only give to his younger brother shame on the face.

Rick squeezed the center of his brows, and stopped Dale's movement with a headache: "What did you ask?"

Moore curled his lips, picked up a piece of potato and put it in his mouth: "They met some soldiers stationed in Fort Benning, and it is said that there has been occupied by a group of corpses, it seems that we can't go there.

The kid said for a while that the coast guard stationed in the bay regularly sends ferries to the small islands, and for a while he said that there is a train station in Montgomery, where there are trains to the central region - Kansas, Nebraska and other places .

Nebraska is sparsely populated, and guns are also rampant, and there should not be too many zombies there. Well, it seems that there is still a reason for calling it a backcountry. "

"That's all?" Rick raised his eyebrows. If there were only these words, it would be very important to decide whether the child would stay or not. No one would want to see blood on their hands. Not the same, he has always believed in this point, and he does not want this team to degenerate under his own hands.

"Want to hear more?" Moore looked at him meaningfully, "If you want to hear, let Tasia talk, she is there anyway."

He wanted to stay out of the incident when he fell, there was no way, don't think he couldn't see that she was pretending to be a really good baby all day long, and wanted to lower everyone's defense against her, but he didn't do what she wanted.

Old Dale gasped, and couldn't believe that that sensible little girl also participated in this inhumane torture to extract a confession.

"Well, in fact, Moore didn't make a complete mistake this time." Tasia controlled her urge to jump up and bite Moore, lowered her head, and tried her best to ignore the disapproving eyes cast on her by Heber next to her, "They Very dangerous, with heavy equipment and automatic rifles.

There are 30 people in the team, most of them are men. There are women and children in the team like us. The difference is that women and children are just appendages... If they find them, I believe most of the men here will die, and the women They would be worse than death. "

Heber looked away, wanting his daughter to die, and he didn't mind letting them die first.

Rick tightened the gun on his waist. He didn't want to hurt the kid, but the premise was that he wouldn't invite the devil to threaten his team!

Seeing Lori's panicked expression, he patted her hand reassuringly, this time he will be their strong backing: "When his injury recovers, I will drive him to a farther place and give him some food Let him go."

Moore frowned in disapproval: "It's better to let him go than to kill him directly to make people feel at ease."

"That's a living life, we can't do that!" Old Dale retorted unbearably.

Tasia opened her mouth, they couldn't let him go, he knew Maggie, the farmer's daughter, and they used to study in the same school.She still swallowed the words, and she couldn't explain how she knew it. If she really agreed with Moore's words, the image of kindness and harmlessness that she had always maintained would be completely ruined.

Forget it, just toss and toss, anyway, the ending will not make any difference.

"Tassia, can you go for a walk with me?" Hebe called to his daughter who had packed up the tableware and was about to leave.

"Well, good dad." Tasia lowered her head and held Heber's arm, walking slowly with him.

She knew what Hebe was thinking, and from the moment when Moore said about the forced confession and when she was there, she knew that Hebe would talk to her.Others might think that she just appeared there by accident, but Heber would not, and he would treat any slight inappropriateness of his daughter with caution.

"Tasia, I'm sorry, maybe I'm not a good father." Heber rubbed his daughter's little hand, feeling a little uncomfortable. If Alisa was still around, he wouldn't have to worry about his daughter's thoughts going astray. .

He was just a big old man, a man who didn't even like to tell jokes before the end of the day. He never thought that one day, he would try to talk to his only little daughter.

Maybe he really did something wrong before. After Corus died, he should have a good talk with the child instead of letting her recover slowly.

"Dad, don't say that, you are the best father in the world, I am proud of you." Tasia looked up in surprise, she didn't like Heber talking about herself like this, he didn't even know how good he was, he I don't know how much I want to be his kind and simple daughter all the time.

What is not good enough is the self, the self that is not pure at all.

She never wanted to admit the inferiority complex in her heart. Being so selfish, cowardly, and dark, she might not be worthy of being Heber's daughter or Darryl's girlfriend at all.

They all have a strong will, and they all adhere to the principles of justice in their hearts. Those who are unworthy have always been themselves, not them.If one day, they found out that their precious Tasia was not as innocent as they thought, would they also show disappointment towards her.

She doesn't want to see that look in her eyes, but what should she do, she is that kind of person.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Her eyes were misty, and she looked at her father cautiously. In front of him, she didn't want to pretend anymore, "I let you down, right?"

Seeing her daughter's pitiful appearance as if she was about to be abandoned, Heber felt a pain in his heart. It was because he failed to protect her well that Tasia faced so many desperate things. Even if she went the wrong way, then So what, at least she learned to guard against others to protect herself.

Heber took her into his arms at a loss, and kissed the top of her hair: "You child, what are you thinking about all day long, no matter what you become, you are daddy's favorite daughter. It doesn't matter, Dad is there for everything, don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid, Corus said to her behind her protection.

Don't be afraid, Heber said the same to her in his arms.

Tasia couldn't help but buried her face in Heber's chest and cried out, what could she do, what could she do.

……

Spin, kick, bounce in place, jump again, spin, kick.

"Hey, silly girl," Moore idly watched as Tasia hit the sandbags hanging on the tree tirelessly over and over again, teasing her again and again without fear of death.