The Walking Dead

She breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and walked slowly towards Dell: "I'm not sleepy yet, I'll walk with you for a while and I'll be back..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tasia's smile froze on her face, and a black shadow swayed behind the old man. Under the silvery moonlight, the lower lip on the side completely fell off, exposing the unobstructed gums.

"Dell! Run! Run!!——" Tasia's blood seemed to rush into her brain, ignoring the principle of keeping quiet at night, she pulled out the knife from her waist and ran towards him, calling Dale desperately name.

Dale ran a few steps forward subconsciously when he heard the sound, but couldn't help but turn his head and look back. He hesitated for a while, and the zombie behind him was only a few steps away.

It was too late for it to catch up with Tasia, Old Dale decisively turned around and raised the gun, and pulled the trigger on it.

It's a pity that the distance was too close, and the old man had no time to aim, and his shot missed its shoulder.

Before Dale could shoot again, the rushing zombies had already overwhelmed him to the ground, and the old man stuck the head of the zombies getting closer and closer with the butt of his gun.

"No!—" Watching the ugly guy throw Dale down, with his hands already reaching the old man's abdomen, Tasia eagerly threw out the saber and slashed it on the shoulder.

The zombie's hand froze, turned its head and howled at her in protest, and continued to bite the old man under him.

Tasia was already close at this time, and without hesitation, she pulled out the saber stuck on its shoulder with both hands, and chopped off its head with a backhand with all her strength.

A foul-smelling liquid splashed in all directions, and Dale's face was covered under him. He held his breath, pushed away the limp zombie with only half of its head hanging on his body, and held Tasia's outstretched hand. Get up from the ground.

In the silent night, the girl's previous cry was particularly clear, and the lights in the camp were turned on one after another, and people came one after another after hearing the news.

Old Dale sprained his ankle when he fell to the ground just now. Tasia supported him and walked back slowly.

Hebe was the first to greet her, and he and Rick helped Dell up on the left and right, and turned to look at his daughter: "How are you, are you injured?"

Tasia shook her head. Fortunately, she almost failed to save Dale. The tight string was relaxed, and she just felt very tired now.

Darryl grabbed her hand in fear, checked Tasia up and down carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and took her into his arms: "Call me wherever you go at night, don't be alone again out, you know?"

His heart was beating fast, his chest was heaving violently, and Tasia could imagine Darryl's panic when he suddenly heard his own cry.

"Okay." She leaned wearily in his arms, smelling the reassuring breath, stretched out her hand to hold the man's skirt tightly, and nodded obediently.

Carol, who arrived later, glanced at the two hugging people, moved her lips, but still didn't interrupt, turned around and followed Andrea and Lori back to the camp.

In the open field, the evening wind blew through the low grass, and there was only one or two occasional chirping of insects in the quiet and silent night.Tasia snuggled into Darryl's arms exhausted physically and mentally, and did not speak for a long time.

Darryl hugged the girl in shock, and stroked her back soothingly, until her stiff body gradually softened, and the breath buried in his chest gradually became long and gentle.

After a long time, he bowed slightly, carefully picked her up and walked towards the camp.

Tasia nestled in his arms and did not move, letting Darryl hold her and walk forward step by step. With his steps, he could feel the man's bulging muscles and the warm blood flowing under his skin.

The disaster was about to come, but she ran into walls everywhere and was helpless. Apart from the embrace of the man in front of her, Tasia didn't know what else could calm her restless heart.

Darryl walked slowly and steadily.

Under his rhythmic breathing, Tasia gradually fell asleep.

When she woke up from the dream, she realized that she was already in the tent, and the curtain was tightly closed, not a gleam of light penetrated.

Tasia was about to turn over when she suddenly heard a familiar voice in her ears: "Have you had a nightmare?"

"Yeah." She replied in a daze.

The night light next to the cushion was turned on, and Darryl's chiseled face clearly appeared beside her pillow under the dim light.

He withdrew his hand to turn on the light, and looked back at her expression carefully: "Can you tell me, what makes you so scared?"

The two faced each other, sleeping on the same pillow, but they were talking about topics that did not fit the scene at all.

Tasia looked at him with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say or how to say it.

Darryl stretched out his hand, smoothed her messy sleeping bangs and smoothed them behind her ears, and said softly, "You're not the kind of person who gets scared because it's the first time you cut a zombie, or when you see someone almost die. Weak girl. I want to know what it is that scares you so much."

He clearly remembered the excitement in Tasia's eyes when he first taught her how to use a crossbow when she saw the lone zombie.

I also remember the girl's unyielding aura when she fought with Moore, but today she unconsciously showed such a weak side in his arms, and Darryl began to mind the secret she never said.

Tasia looked at him silently, stretched out her hand suddenly, twisted the tip of his nose, and smiled.

If it doesn't help, saying it will only increase the number of people who are worried. She is not afraid of death, she is only afraid of seeing the one she loves die in front of her.

Tasia threw herself on Daryl with a chuckle, reached out her claws and grabbed his cheek, crumpling his serious expression.

She is like a hedgehog, with the sharp part facing the outside, but leaving her softest side to the most important person.

Darryl reluctantly took her hand that was stubbornly resting on his face: "Okay, okay, I won't ask, you can say it whenever you want, let go."

Satisfied, Tasia let go of her hand, and lay on his body, sticking to Darryl's chest, listening to his heartbeat with a slight smile.

A strong pulse, endless vitality, what a beautiful thing this is.These are all true, and cannot be obliterated by mere TV or fictional characters.Tasia unconsciously drew circles on his chest through the T-shirt.

"Hmm." Darryl groaned, stretched out his arms to imprison her body, turned over and crushed the girl under him.

He looked condescendingly at the silly-looking girl, straightened his waist and pressed against the base of her thigh, watching Tasia's face gradually flushed with blush: "Are you honest?"

Tasia moved uncomfortably, and the hard object below also moved a couple of times, so she had to stop in a proper manner and replied, "...to be honest."

Before Daryl could show a smug smile, he hooked his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed the man heavily on the mouth, then let go, suppressing a suppressed smile, once again Affirmed: "This is really honest."

To show her determination, Tasia simply turned her head away, closed her eyes and pretended that I had fallen asleep.

Darryl covered her body dumbfounded, seeing her tired face, he had no choice but to wrong his brother.Thinking about it, he still broke her face unwillingly, ravaged Tasia's lips, and then fell asleep with her in his arms.

Inside the RV, a small figure opened the door and walked to Old Dell's bed hesitantly.

The moonlight came in from the window, shining on the old man's gray hair.

He silently stared at Dell lying on the bed for a moment, then lightly took something out of his pocket, put it beside his pillow, and turned around to leave.

"Carl?" The old man opened his eyes and stopped him suspiciously.

The boy's back froze, and he could only lower his head and turn around: "...I'm sorry."

"Excuse me? Why do you say that?" Dale sat up from the bed, put the pillow behind his waist, and suddenly touched something underneath, "What is this... a gun?"

Carl looked up at the old man in a panic: "Can you not tell my parents?" Dale looked at him quietly without speaking.

"...I took it from Darryl's motorcycle, if he finds out that I took it, he will kill me," Carl lowered his head, unconsciously rubbing his right foot on the ground, compromised , "You were attacked today because of me... I saw that zombie, when it was trapped in the mud, I threw stones at it.

I was going to shoot it in the head but it broke free of the mud and started chasing me... I ran, if I had killed him then you wouldn't be attacked today. "

"Hehehe, don't say that, it's not your fault," Dale took his hand, raised his face, and gently wiped away the teardrops hanging from the boy's eyelashes with his fingertips, "As for this gun, You can take it to Darryl yourself, trust me, he won't hit you, and if you dare, give it to him when Tasia is around, okay?"

Looking at the old man's kind smile, Karl nodded hesitantly.

Dale rubbed the boy's soft hair. He is still a child and shouldn't be too harsh on himself. It seems that he needs to find a chance to have a good talk with Rick.

Maybe Tasia is right, children always have extraordinary enthusiasm for these destructive things, we have to let them learn how to use them correctly, instead of blindly opposing them to touch them.