The Walking Dead

Before dawn, Heber pushed open the door.Last night was still cloudy and rainy, and today a hazy and humid fog has risen unexpectedly.There was a faint gleam of fish-belly light in the east, and the surrounding area was terribly silent, not even the sound of insects chirping.

Heber took a deep breath of cool air, picked up the carbine and walked towards the car.

Opening the car door and sitting in the driver's seat, he frowned, always feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't tell why for a while.

It wasn't until he lit the ignition and drove the car out of the parking space that Heber remembered what made him feel wrong all the time.

"Damn it!" He stepped on the brakes and slapped the steering wheel in frustration. Darryl's motorcycle was gone.

This brat didn't say a word when I taught him a lesson last night, so that was the idea.

Heber raised his gun angrily and stepped out of the car, slamming the door.Since Darryl insisted on taking the right road alone, he had to stay and make sure Rick followed his advice and went to Woodbury who didn't know where.

In the foggy weather, a slender figure stood on the porch, looking at the oncoming Heber.

At the moment when she passed by, Carol finally plucked up the courage to stop the man who was passing by without looking sideways: "Hebe, Darryl and Moore, before dawn, just go."

Huber paused, didn't stop, and didn't look back: "Got it."

Seeing his unabashed refusal to talk to her, Carol withdrew her gaze, blinked her dry eyes, sat down on the bench, and looked at the shadows of trees not far from the house.

What did she do wrong? She is just an ordinary housewife who just wants to live with her daughter. She can't stop Ed from taking Sophia away, but she can't stop them from dying, even more Darryl left resolutely.

And now, she has no way to resolve Heber's rejection of her. What is wrong with her to endure such suffering.

At this moment, Darryl doesn't understand Carol's inner helplessness at all. He is trying hard to coax his unreliable elder brother, hoping that he can go back to stay with Heber and Rick: "Mole, Just listen to me once, I need you to help me watch Hebe, and keep him safe until I get Tasia back."

"Uh huh, no need, he's very strong and doesn't need my protection at all," Moore lazily looked at his younger brother in front of him, pouted, "It's you, if you don't have big brother around you How lonely and miserable my little Darryl must be around me."

"Alone, running on the road to find the lost love, day after day, year after year, tsk tsk tsk, it's sad to think about it." Moore seemed to have seen his brother's miserable future, and couldn't help shivering. Then he frowned in disgust, how could he let his only relative fall into such a predicament.

It’s okay if Tasia didn’t die, but if something really happened, he would never allow Darryl to get caught up in it. Men in the Dyson family don’t have cowards, even if it’s a big pain, they won’t To knock out teeth and swallow blood.

Darryl couldn't resist him, so he could only sigh, and pulled the man behind him who had been fascinated by his sudden burst of greatness out of his imagination: "Don't put gold on your face, just tell me To be honest, in fact, if you are beaten to death and refuse to go back, it is nothing more than that you don’t want to be with Heber, for fear that someone will control you everywhere.”

The corner of Moore's mouth twitched, and before he could think of an answer, the younger brother who was driving a motorcycle in front of him had already decided that it was normal, and began to explain him: "Don't be in the blessing and not know the blessing, the two of us used to It's freedom, no one to control and no one to teach, there is no meal, except to steal and rob, if you can't get game, you can only go to the trash can to find food.

I can't count how many times you have been in prison. Haven't you had enough of the life without parents? "

"If I didn't steal and rob, would I be able to support you to such a big size?! You just start to dislike me for being in prison, don't you think it's too late." Knowing that the grateful brother slapped the back of the head, thinking about it makes me feel a little sad. At the beginning, maybe it was to make the two brothers have enough to eat, but later on, depravity has become a habit, and it is not something he can change if he wants to. .

It's as if "I'm a badass" has been branded on his face, and he can no longer pretend to be a polite and decent person.

The handle of the motorcycle shook, and Darryl rubbed his head helplessly: "I don't dislike you, but if there is a better choice, I hope you can try it too, we don't have to live like that living."

Moore blushed, and when he thought that he might be called around by Tasia's father, he became annoyed: "You are looking for a girlfriend for yourself, why should you bring me a dad by the way. I, Moore Dieson has been free for a lifetime, and will continue to be so free in the future, if you like it, you can go to him to earn performances by yourself, and don't worry about me."

Darryl hooked the corner of his mouth and didn't answer his words.He knew that his eldest brother was not the kind of bastard who was completely rotten, he was just used to giving up on himself, and since Moore couldn't accept Hebe's control now, it might not be a bad thing to have him by his side.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and Darryl chose the right road without hesitation and continued driving.After walking for a while, he began to slow down and inspect both sides of the road.

A quarter of an hour later, the motorcycle stopped beside a small road that was only big enough for a car.

Darryl carefully observed the tire tracks left on the ground, as well as the overgrown grass on the side of the road: "These tire tracks are exactly the same as those of the group who kidnapped Tasia, I hope we followed this path Down the road, it should be their camp."

He straightened up, patted the ashes on his hands, pushed the motorcycle into the bushes, folded some branches and leaves, and simply covered it up.Then he picked up the crossbow and walked back to the avenue, grinning at Moore who was also smiling, and said, "It seems we have to go in on foot."

Tasia, dear baby, we will meet again soon.