The Walking Dead

In the bumpy trunk, Tasia, who was getting weaker and weaker, closed her eyes. If she didn't want to die, she could only save her strength and wait for an opportunity to escape.

But she seemed to have underestimated her injury. Tasia gradually failed to stay awake as she wished, and fell into a coma again in the shaking car.

"Darryl, it's useless to be anxious, first treat the wound on your body." Moore walked in front of his brother, picked up a cotton swab dipped in medicine, and wanted to wipe the wound on his face.

"No, it's just some skin trauma, just let it go." Darryl turned his face away stubbornly, pushed Moore away and walked aside.What he needed wasn't medicine, it was better just like this, the pain reminded him more of what Tasia had suffered.

Heber gave him a cold look and threw the backpack into the backseat of the car Maggie left behind, not regretting hitting Darryl one bit.

Heber's heart was full of malice towards this world. If something happened to Tasia, he wouldn't mind sending this treacherous man to hell with his own hands, and let him be buried with his only daughter.

In the dark night, an off-road vehicle turned a corner and drove away from the road, followed by a van behind, slowly driving onto the small road one after the other.

About ten minutes later, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a camp that could accommodate about 40 to [-] people appeared in front of them.

Korseri greeted the two strong men on guard, watched them put down their guns, and then slowly drove into the center of the camp.

"Hey, buddy, is the boss back yet?" Scarface Tobias got out of the car and couldn't wait to ask the left behind staff next to him.

"Not yet, only the team that went to the town is back, I guess the boss and the others are coming soon." The man who was asked looked at Scarface with a half-smile, "Why are you so anxious, I don't usually see you so active , Could it be that you found something good today?"

Tobias turned his head and carefully looked at the van that was parked behind him, lowered his voice and said triumphantly, "Don't say it, it's really a good thing."

"Tobias, I suggest you stop showing off here. If you don't go and get Dr. Connard, your good stuff..." The thin man Yarman curled his lips and walked past him , "...It is estimated that it will become a dead thing."

"Fuck! Why didn't you warn me sooner," Tobias sprinted to a prominent white 'medical tent' on the edge of the settlement, "—Dr. Conrad, Dr. Conrad, come out, someone is dying Already!"

Konrad, who was packing up the utensils, turned around, habitually raised the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, frowned and looked at Tobias who rushed in, and said slowly, "If you dare not Enter my territory as soon as you say hello, and I will use a scalpel to cut off your flesh piece by piece."

Tobias looked at the flickering scalpel in his hand, and shuddered fiercely: "I must remember next time, doctor, someone has been shot outside, go and have a look."

Conrad turned his back casually: "A group of rough guys, if they get shot in the body, let them walk in by themselves, and if they get shot in the leg, they just crawl over. Do you need me to teach you the rules here?"

"It's a woman," Tobias explained gruffly, if that woman didn't really need a doctor, he wouldn't have come to this pervert who took pleasure in torturing the wounded, "...she might not be able to crawl now. "

Damn it, he just forgot to untie the rope on her body first. One of the most annoying things about the men in front of him is that they snatch women back outside.

He only thought about Conrad's rule of not seeing a doctor, which is only for men, but he forgot about it. It would be bad if he was seen, Tobias hurried out: "I'll bring her here, no trouble Doctor, you are here."

"Stop," Connard paused for a moment before turning his head to stare at the scar on his face, "You're really kind, it seems that I must take good care of your bodies in the future, remember, You mustn't get sick."

Looking at his cold green eyes, Tobias's heart twitched, avoiding his sight, lowering his head and sideways to make way, silently followed him to the parking place.

Conrad who opened the trunk looked even more ugly. The girl was not yet 20 years old, curled up on the blood-soaked cushion covered in sweat and pale.

He pulled out the cloth that was stuck in her mouth, finished untying the rope on her body, and was about to untie his hand, but was stopped by the hand stretched out beside her.

"Dr. Connard, this woman is not as weak as you think. She killed Corey. I suggest that her hands be tied up." Arman looked straight into his eyes unmoved, "Otherwise, if it hurts you in the future, it will be bad."

Konrad took a deep look at Yarman, didn't speak, but he didn't try to untie the rope from her hand. He lowered down and picked up the unconscious girl and walked back.

Yarman was one of the few people in the team who was not afraid of him. For men who were not afraid of death, his status as a doctor had no deterrent effect.

In the distance, the women who were collecting clothes and preparing to cook for the men who came home late watched the head of the new girl slipping off Dr. Connard's shoulders blankly, her long pale golden hair swaying with his steps shaking.

Another poor woman in this place.They lowered their heads and continued with the work at hand. Apart from being alive, they were already numb to suffering.

When Tasia woke up slowly, her wound had been properly bandaged, the abrasions on her face had been cleaned up, and a thin layer of ointment had been applied.

She moved and found that her hands were still tightly tied, so she couldn't help but smiled wryly, she was really on guard.

"I'm sorry, except for this, you can ask me for any other needs, and I will try my best to satisfy you." Tasia turned her head when she heard the sound, and there was a handsome man sitting next to her, looking at herself gently.

Tasia looked at the man in front of her calmly, and chose to ignore his kindness: "Who are you?"

"I'm the doctor here, Conrad." Conrad heaved a sigh of relief, not paying attention to her defense.

Compared with the other women who were just snatched here, her performance was so good that he was surprised. He was really tired of helping the group of men outside who had no brains and only lower body to do stupid things to clean up the mess.

"What are you going to do with me?" Tasia had already realized her situation, and she would not naively think that a group of old men tried their best to capture her back so that she could wash and cook for them.

When asked about this, Konrad couldn't help but frowned, and said embarrassingly: "I don't know yet, I won't decide whether you will stay until the boss here comes back."

"To stay or not?" Tasia raised her eyebrows, "I still have a choice to leave here?"

"No, it's not about whether to stay or not." Looking at the delicate and sweet face she showed after cleaning up, Connard couldn't bear to tell her that whether to stay or not can only be chosen among the men who snatched her back. Even the choice is not up to her to decide, "The man who brought you back has a chance to get you."

Tasia sneered: "What if I disagree?"

"If you don't want to die, it's best not to make meaningless resistance in this matter." Connard was stunned for a moment. If she didn't obey, or she was treated as a prostitute that everyone could fuck, If you don't get beaten to death, there are already too many precedents for this kind of thing.

It's true that he hates this kind of robbing behavior, but he will never be foolish enough to challenge the authority of the boss in order to protect them.The help for them can only be limited to the scope of one's own ability.

Fearing that she didn't take his words seriously, Connard solemnly emphasized to her again: "If you don't agree, the boss will let you live in a public tent, and your life will be worse than death."

Public tent?Tasia remembered what she heard when she was locked in the trunk, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, wanting to make her a common woman for the whole team, and also to see if they had this blessing.

"I understand." She said no more, and closed her eyes directly to indicate that the conversation between the two ended here.