The Walking Dead

No one ever asked him what was going on in his heart, and no one cared about whether the young boy was fed, whether he was dressed warmly, whether he was afraid when he was alone at night.

At this moment, Darryl misses Tasia terribly, only she is the only sunshine in his heart that has been silent for more than 20 years.

Moore on the hillside straightened up dissatisfied: "Do you think I'm fake? I have to let you know that I'm as real as the vampire monster that bit you just now."

Darryl lowered his head, ignored him, and just tried his best to climb up: "I know what I saw, and I don't need you to remind me."

The aloof Moore still lingered: "Do you think I'm hallucinating? Or did you pick up some rotten mushrooms and eat them, and you got poisoned and lost your mind?"

"I didn't eat any bullshit poisonous mushrooms at all, you shut up." Darryl was annoyed by his unreasonable troubles and could no longer keep his composure. If this damned Moore is real, wait until he climbs to the top , must teach him a good lesson, and let him pay the price for ignoring and speaking out against him all these years!

"What else, will you come up and help me shut my mouth? Well, come and try it. If you are a man, kick off your high heels and climb up quickly," the Moore, who is like an illusion, casually laughs at Darryl, who is both siblings, "If I were you, I would think about why I fell into such a situation. Look at yourself. Poor, tsk tsk, are you out of strength? You look so stupid, it looks like you can't climb up at all.

Don't you really want to hit me?Come on, if you really come up like a man, I'll have a good fight with you, my poor little brother, haha. "

Darryl flew into a rage, veins throbbing with rage, and gasping for air, he struggled to climb.

He will definitely beat him up, he has endured Moore for so many years, and he can't bear it anymore today.

The rough gravel ground his fingers and palms into countless fine wounds. Darryl's hands were already numb as if he couldn't feel any pain at all. His hideous look of disgust.

Finally, Darryl grinned his blood-scabby mouth and grabbed the neckline of the bent Moore. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly smelled a foul smell.

Moore in front of him, starting from the tip of his nose closest to him, seemed to melt away the familiar face in a blink of an eye, leaving only a broken face.The upper and lower eyelids are gone, only a pair of cloudy gray-white eyeballs, sluggishly embedded in the deep-set eye sockets, the left cheek has no skin, only some blackened flesh remains stuck to the exposed cheekbones.

A low growl came from its throat, and Darryl could clearly see the rotting tongue from its hungrily gaping mouth.

It was too late when he woke up, and the zombie's dirty hands had already touched the clothes on his shoulders.

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and a bullet passed through its temple, sparking a stream of dark brown plasma.

Like a slow motion, the zombie who almost killed Darryl a minute ago, with that frozen crazy expression, slowly slipped from his side and fell down the hillside.

Darryl took a step back subconsciously, but forgot that there was mid-air behind him, just as he slid down without warning, a powerful big hand grabbed his arm in time.

"Hey, brother, I caught you." Moore's big smile appeared above his head.

Moore's hand was warm and dry, and Darryl was in a daze for a moment, he couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were hallucinations.

"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore..." Before Moore could finish speaking, Darryl's vision went dark and he passed out. The force of his fall almost tore him off. Hillside, "—Damn it! My arm is going to break, Darryl, wake up, oh god, you should lose some weight."

Moore kicked on the tree stump beside him, exerting all his strength, and managed to drag Darryl up little by little.The situation was too urgent just now, he was only concerned about not letting go, and had no time to think about other things. When he relaxed at this moment, he realized that his arm was shaking uncontrollably due to the sudden loss of strength.

After the fear passed, the feeling of exhaustion occupied every cell in Moore's body. He sat down on the ground and looked at his unconscious brother beside him.

The drowsy Darryl didn't know anything about it, and the corner of his mouth even raised a slight arc. Moore couldn't help stretching out his trembling hand, and slapped him on the head lightly. : "... Still laughing, what a fart, you bastard, you almost died under my nose."

Darryl, who was photographed in pain, snorted softly, his eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyelids tried to open a crack.

He vaguely saw that someone was cleaning the wound on his head, and Moore's nagging and complaining in his ears didn't stop for a moment, he only felt a buzzing in his head, and the dizziness like dizziness came up again, Dali Inexplicably relieved, Er fell into the darkness.

He slept for a long time, as if he had a good dream. Although Darryl couldn't remember what he had dreamed of, the faint feeling of warmth and tranquility still remained in his heart.

He vaguely heard someone whistling a ballad, it was a very old lullaby, and as long as he could remember, he had only heard it sung to him by one person.

Moore said that was what their mother used to sing to Moore.

Although they don't have the blessing of their parents, he can also sing this song for his little Darryl just like his mother.

At that time, he was still young, and Moore, who was in his early ten years, matured much earlier than his peers, because he had to go out to find food during the day and go home to take care of his younger brother at night, and the young Moore had tasted all the favors prematurely Cool and warm.

Gradually, Moore came back less and less often, and got more and more money.The simple Darryl never asked him, he just trusted his brother single-mindedly.

Until one day, Moore was arrested as a robber. Because he was a minor, he was only disciplined regularly and did not go to jail.

But since then, Moore has frequently entered and exited the police station openly and aboveboard.

Daryl could no longer lie to himself, he was right, the quarrel between the two brothers became more intense and hurtful each time.

Gradually, no one could convince anyone, and Moore, who went his own way, didn't go home once for ten days and half a month, and Darryl, like a wild child, lived at the bottom of the city.

After a long time, he also began to learn not to be obsessed with justice and conscience, and learned to do what a person of his status should do.

It's been a long, long time since I heard this song. The melodious whistle sounds like it's ringing in my ears, and my breath has the smell of sweat that is unique to men.

Darryl slowly opened his eyes, and the back of Moore's head was close in front of him.

His unreliable elder brother was shaking his head and happily blowing songs. He just straddled the back seat of the motorcycle limply, and Moore fixed it round and round with the cloth strips torn from his clothes. In the back.

The speed of the car slowed down, and the breeze on the highway gently blew on his face.

The lullaby of childhood gradually drifts away on the wide road.