The Walking Dead

"That's because you didn't give them a chance to raise objections!" Dale was angry. It's not that he didn't understand Rick's thoughts, but he really couldn't bear it.

That is a living life. The child is still so young, and his life has just begun. Just because he knows the location of this place, others will naturally decide to terminate the rest of his life. What is going on in this world: "We must at least have a process. We can't just assume that he is guilty and then sentence him to death. He is still a child!"

Dale's voice began to tremble: "Let me talk to everyone again and see if I can find another way, Rick, please, think of your son, think of the example you want to set for him. "

Rick stopped slumped, panting and turned his head to look at the old man's gray hair speechlessly.

"Acting impulsively and recklessly, do you think Karl will become like that? I just ask for a day, talk to everyone, and promise me." The old man begged.

After a long time, Rick finally nodded with difficulty: "We will gather before sunset and make the final decision then."

Looking at Rick's leaving figure, Dale breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, he will try again for the conscience in his heart.

Darryl was the first he found, and he and Hebe were going out on patrol, checking the fence at the farm.

"Darryl, can you do me a favor and speak to Moore?" Dale stood in front of the two.

"Tell him not to call that today, oh, Randall's idea?" Darryl also heard about the morning.

"Well, yes, Rick has agreed to give me a day to convince everyone," Dale thought, and Moore would still listen to his words. "I hope Moore will not touch the child for a while before then."

"I think Moore will not agree to this issue." Darryl rode on the horse, and this is the best means of transportation here.

Looking back to see the disappointed expression of the old man, he quickly glanced at Heber who was checking the equipment, and added to Dale: "Maybe you can go to Tasia and deal with Moore. She has better methods than me."

Carl carefully looked at Tasia who was aiming at the can: "Can I try?"

"Huh?" She turned to look at the little boy, and then re-aimed, "Rick and Lori agree with you coming here?"

Karl shook his head in frustration, and lowered his little head: "I have grown up, and I am not as weak as you imagined, why do they just refuse to believe that I can do it..."

"Hey, I never thought you were weak." Tasia smiled, how could she think that the cruelty of the future is too weak.

If he hadn't suddenly appeared in this world, Carl would have successfully transformed and turned into a small team member who could shoot Sean directly: "Don't underestimate yourself, and don't doubt others, Rick and Lori just care too much about you. So that you can live like a normal ten-year-old like before."

Carl glanced at her with disgust: "How could it be the same as before? There were no dead people rising from the grave to eat people before."

Tasia casually agreed: "Even if that's the case, they hope to give you a more normal childhood. Parents are like this. Don't you see that Carol protects Sophia in the same way."

Carl looked at her aggrievedly and continued to practice without looking sideways: "But Morgan agrees with Dwyane to play with guns. Besides, Sophia is a girl and I am a boy. How can it be the same?"

"Yo, you're still sexist," Tasia turned her head and rubbed his head jokingly, and handed him the pistol, "Okay, you can try it, but don't tell anyone, I don't want Luo Li came to trouble me."

Carl took the gun excitedly. He didn't expect that Tasia would really give him this chance. No one would agree with him. His mother didn't even let him touch the knife. The most he did on the farm was to write homework, and help feed the chickens.

God knows the school is gone, who else would he write his homework for, and no one would insist on that except his mother.

Carl walked to the shooting position, barely calmed down, raised the gun and opened the safety, and kept saying to himself: You can do it, you can definitely impress everyone.

"Relax, don't be nervous." Tasia patted his stiff hand and corrected his posture, "Okay, let's go."

The little boy controlled his breathing and aimed at the soda cans on the wooden stake in the distance.

"What are you doing?" Dale's voice came suddenly.

Carl trembled, quickly let go of his index finger that was about to pull the trigger, turned around and hid the gun behind his back, looking anxiously at the old man who was walking towards him.

Tasia winked at the boy knowingly, and greeted the old Dale with a smile: "Boys always have an extraordinary enthusiasm for these things, we have to let them learn how to use them correctly so as not to hurt themselves, Am I right?"

Dale looked suspiciously at Tasia, who was smiling brightly, and then at Carl, who was standing timidly behind her: "It's true to say that, but Rick and Lori won't be happy for you to do this. "

"I know, it's just this one time, it's not an example." Tasia coquettishly stepped forward and shook Old Dale's hand, "You won't expose me, will you—"

Carl looked at Dale dumbfoundedly when she was softened by her words: "I'll help you hide this once, remember to put the gun back after practice."

"No problem," Tasia gave Karl an OK gesture behind her back, and pulled Dell to the side. "What can I do for you?"

Thinking of his task today, Dale was a little sad: "There is indeed something that needs your help. I want you to help me look at Moore and tell him not to go to the barn today."

Thinking of Tasia's injury yesterday, Dale suddenly regretted: "If it's inconvenient, forget it, I can think of other ways."

"Of course, you don't need to find anyone else. I'll pack up and go," Tasia looked at Old Dell's worried eyes with a funny look.

When Tasia waited for Carl to finish a round of practice, put away the gun and hand it to Dale to go back to the camp to find Moore, he was really circling around the barn.

"What are you studying?" She stared at his face, the scratches did not fade so easily, and it would take several days for the scars to fall off.

"Research on how to kill that kid," Moore licked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly turned to look at her, "Who sent you here?"

Tasia rolled her eyes, she was really sharp, and she simply sat down at the barn door: "Hehe, Dale asked me to temporarily protect him from certain people."

"Tch——" Moore was stunned, squatting down in front of her, looking directly at her face that had mostly swollen, "Are you stupid? You know that killing that guy is the right thing to do, but you still have to agree to it?" Help Dale?"

Tasia didn't look at him, but watched the fallen leaves on the ground turned and teased by the late autumn wind in the distance. It took a long time before she said quietly: "What is right and what is wrong?"

She turned her face and looked at Moore's bewildered look: "I just admire him. Dale has the faith and courage that we all lack. I don't care if the guy inside will be executed. Our hands are not clean. I'm qualified to comment on others, but I don't want to see his disappointed eyes, it's as simple as that."

Moore was so angry that he didn't know how to refute her words for a while: "...you are really out of your mind, how can you pretend to be noble like others."

Tasia smiled irrefutably, and glanced at him jokingly: "What are you in a hurry, anyway, it will be decided before dinner today."

Thinking of the fact that in the original play, except for Andrea, no one agreed with Dale's suggestion, she couldn't help lowering her head sadly: "...Maybe after he works hard, he will be even more disappointed with everyone."

Moore thought for a moment, and concluded in one sentence: "An idiot will agree with his opinion!"

Then he looked at the girl in front of him seriously, and said bitterly, "You are really getting more and more stupid, be careful that Darryl will dump you sooner or later."

Tasia was poked in the painful foot, and the calm expression on her face could no longer be maintained, she turned her head and glared at him angrily: "Isn't that what you want to do, you still slandered me in front of everyone yesterday, if Darryl If you want to break up with me, it must be caused by you!"

Moore took a leisurely glance at her who was angry, and said coolly, "Stupid, Darryl won't break up with you for those nonsense reasons, he's such a stupid woman."

Watching him leave in disgust, Tasia blinked, Darryl is that kind of person, needless to say, she knows it.

I said these words just to ask for peace of mind, the more I start to care, the more I worry about gains and losses.

Well, although what this stinky man said was not very nice, it still made her a little uneasy, and Moore was always useful at such moments.

While the two were still talking, Old Dale's offer to draw Hershel was also rejected.

This was not the first person to ignore his advice. Standing on the edge of the farm, old Dale felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Hershel's words still echoed in his ears: "I just want him to stay away from my daughters, I don't care how to do it. I thought I was right, but I was wrong. This matter I don't want to care, everyone will decide his fate."

Dell slumped and grabbed his hat. What is going on in this world? Has the hardship of life really broken people's will? Everyone is going to abandon the minimum moral standards of a civilized society, just like the world has abandoned them Same?