The Walking Dead

"What's the use of it, he won't survive tonight, rather than leaving the danger among everyone, it's better to shoot him." The new man muttered and rummaged through the cans, "It seems that no one will give us After cooking, I have to find tools to remove the damn handcuffs."

Dwayne rushed forward, pressed against his midriff like a calf, and yelled angrily, "You can't say that about him! He's a hundred times better than you! You bastard, you're not allowed to eat our food!" "

The man waved the boy away: "Damn it! You little bastard, don't deny it! I'm telling the truth! I'm a bastard, but I survived as a bastard. The person you said is a hundred times better than me Can't move in bed! Put away your cheap feelings! God that bitch won't turn him into a zombie just because he's a good guy!"

"Click" Morgan opened the safety, raised his gun to aim at him, and gritted his teeth: "He can completely ignore you. If it wasn't for saving you, Corus would not be bitten! You are more qualified than anyone else to say such things, He should really throw you scum on the roof, and let you watch yourself being torn apart by zombies one by one! I am not a good person, so be careful! If you touch our people again, I will smash you Broken and feed the zombies!"

Moore watched in astonishment as Morgan gradually backed away from him with a gun, protected Dewayne to leave, licked his lips and laughed at himself: "You are all in the same group, of course I, a scum, will not be taken seriously. Hehe, wait and see, there is also a son of a bitch T-boy, I won't just let it go."

Tasia stood by Kerris' bed, listening to the quarrel outside, feeling chills in her heart.

How did it become like this, what a ridiculous plot, ridiculous sympathy, ridiculous self-righteous self.

He actually thought that Heber brought out Morgan and his son so that they didn't die in despair, and thought that he could save Moore's fate of breaking his hand without paying any price. What's so great about breaking his hand? It became what it is now.

Full of remorse and anger stuck in her chest, she couldn't rush out, couldn't shout out, Tasia was trembling, her throat was salty and bitter, as if a stream of blood was gushing up but couldn't come out, her eyes were red, staring He stared at Kerris' eyebrows and eyes, unable to move away.

Hebe sat beside his son's mattress, held Tasia tightly in his arms, and comforted her back over and over again.

Tasia didn't say a word, just stared at the shallow-breathing Corus, as if she couldn't feel Heber's embrace, and couldn't see or hear anything except the person lying in front of her. .

Morgan got into the tent and looked at the two of them in embarrassment: "It's getting dark, Hebe, take Tasia out to eat something together, don't drag your body down, I'll watch over him, you finish eating Come in and change me." Heber nodded, and coaxed out Tasia, who had been dazed since seeing Kerris.

The greatest sorrow in the last days is not the rampant zombies, nor the separation of life and death.But even in the face of life and death, zombies rampant, life still has to go on.

Everyone chewed the food in their mouths without taste, and Moore didn't say anything provocative to provoke everyone.

Tasia couldn't eat anything, and the fork in her hand was scratching unconsciously on the plate, her eyes were so dry that there was no trace of moisture.

"Korius is awake." Morgan poked his head out and said.

Tasia didn't care about knocking over the plate on the ground, and hurried inside.

A group of people squeezed into the small tent, Morgan retreated to the door and grabbed his son, patted Moore on the shoulder: "You go in too, Corus has something to tell you."

Moore pouted, moved in and squatted down beside the mattress: "Hey, kid, I owe you a favor."

Kerris held Tasia's hand, blinked his blue eyes, and looked at him calmly: "It's as good as you know...you have to pay it back."

Moore smirked noncommittally: "You think highly of me, I'm a villain, even if you don't come, I can run away." After hearing this, Heber glared fiercely with a flame of anger in his eyes. Looking at him: "I'm going out to get some air."

Kerris watched his father rush out of the tent, turned his head to look at Moore in silence, until he was defeated by the frozen atmosphere, he waved his hand: "Okay, you say."

"Protect my father and sister for me...whether they need it or not, this is what you owe me." Seeing the ashen look on Kerris' tired face, Moore moved his lips and said in compromise : "You are such a stubborn guy, I will try my best."

Kerris heaved a sigh of relief, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished, and his eyes lingered on Tasia for a moment, as if he could see through her heart: "It's not your fault, it's my carelessness... Tasia, You, don't blame yourself."

Tasia moved her lips, but she still couldn't say a word according to his intention, how could she not blame herself, how could she.

Kerris squeezed her hand tightly, but couldn't bear the tiredness in the end, closed his eyes and murmured: "I'm so tired, let me rest for a while, Moore, look after me..." Hearing what he meant, Ta Thea groaned in her heart.

There were only three people in the tent, and no one spoke. Tasia greedily stroked Kerris' pale golden hair. Hebe came in and guarded for a while. The wife turned into a zombie, and finally, after taking a deep look at Moore, she went out.

Kerris's breathing became shallower and shallower, and it took a long time to gradually rise and fall.

"I said, little beauty." Moore didn't like the process of waiting for the person lying beside him to turn into a zombie. He had nothing to say, "Aren't you afraid that your brother handed you over to me? You should be very Hate me."

After a long time, Moore curled his lips, thinking that she would not talk to him, and was about to change into a comfortable position with disapproval.

"What do you hate, why is it not you, but my brother who is going to die? Hate you for shooting on the rooftop even though you knew you would recruit zombies? Hate you for offending everyone and trying to suppress it by force but you were beaten and handcuffed to the water pipe Hate you for knowing that you have been abandoned and still expect God to save you? Hate you for not sawing off your palm and escaping before my brother arrived?" Moore looked at Tasia in amazement, using the most gentle tone and uttering the most vicious words , I couldn't react for a while.

"I don't hate you, I only hate myself! I was the one who put the vise in Corus's backpack. It was me who asked him the night before if he wanted to save him if he knew he was a bad guy. It was me who didn't expect that even At that moment, he still wants to fulfill my wish, I pushed him to the zombie! What right do I have to hate you?! I only hate that I didn't ignore you!"

Moore frowned instantly, and rushed forward to grab Tasia: "How do you know? Answer me! How do you know?!"

Tasia waved his hand away, and stared at him coldly: "Do you know what's the matter?! You can put away your pitiful guilt, I don't need it, stay away from me, see Seeing you reminds me of the big mistake I made! Get out! I won't let you touch a hair of him!"

Moore looked at Tasia, who was stern with every word, in amazement, and said fiercely, "Damn it, I'll let you die!" He slapped open the curtain and rushed out.

The sharpness in her eyes gradually disappeared with Moore's departure. Tasia turned around and touched Kerris's face that had stopped breathing. Pale lips that do not smile to themselves.After a long time, she began to tie his hands with nylon rope.

Then the feet, then the whole body.

After all the ropes were used up, Corus's mouth was tightly strangled with a belt.

I was really stunned, I really read too many time-travel novels, and everyone was dumbfounded.

He actually thought that all the traversers were the protagonists.

She actually thought that every time traveler would have a mother who would give her golden fingers.

He actually thought that all traversers could change the plot.

He even thought that the path taken by the traversers was the right one.

He actually thought that all the relatives of the traversers were immortal.

She actually thought that she could be loved...

Tasia grinned, and touched Kerris' body with Yu Wen: "Tell me, isn't it ridiculous? Isn't it ridiculous? Hehe..."

Tasia laughed silently, shaking her whole body and bending down, laughing so hard that her forehead was pressed against Kerris' body and couldn't stop.

In the empty tent, the handsome man had no breath of life. He was lying quietly on the mat, and beside him was a beautiful girl with her head bowed, her light golden curly hair loose, and her white forehead covered with sticky sweat. A few strands of hair were caught, drop by drop of water hit the back of the man's hand, gradually smudged.

After a long time, the girl slowly raised her head to look up at the sky, her sky blue eyes were gloomy as if a storm of lightning and thunder was brewing.

Do you want to take everything from me!Do you want to take all the people around me!Come on, I don't care anymore!Want to break me down!Come on, I'm not afraid of you!I'm not afraid of you! !

The girl seemed to be the only one left in the world, raising her head and roaring silently.

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Tasia slowly lay down beside the man, stretched out her hand, and hugged his cold body: "Korius, don't be afraid, I'm by your side, don't be afraid, no one can hurt you."

Just like that, quietly, clinging to each other, just like we used to, nothing will change.

Tasia closed her eyes, curled up gently in Corris's arms, and patted his vest awkwardly like he had put her to sleep at night in the past few months.

A low humming sounded softly in the silent night.

If sadness is deeper than happiness, I hope I will accompany you as well. When you look up, there will always be clouds in front of you. As long as you know you, there will be no regrets.

If a wry smile is more real than tears, I hope that the laughter is like drops of kisses, as if the good times of tomorrow are far and near, and I still want to hold this love, no doubt.

No matter how low the temperature is in the present era, what a blessing, there is no need to be alone in the long night, no matter what possibility exists in the future, and you are also, the last pair of changes.

I only wish to keep two eyes in front of the remaining light, so that I can still embrace you in order to see you, so that I am not afraid of sudden changes, but afraid of missing.

I only hope that I will hug and fall asleep in time, and keep the warmest side in this world, the vast sea of ​​people, to keep warm and get through the coldest day.