The Walking Dead

The night was as cold as water, but at this time, no one was in the mood to go to sleep.

Tasia's intermittent singing came from inside the tent. I couldn't understand it, but I felt that even the tone made people feel sad.

Heber sat on the ground, thinking blankly, since when did it all get out of control.

Once, they had such a happy home.

There is a lively and mischievous youngest daughter - Philomena, a son who always likes to fight against him - Crystal, a well-behaved and sensible second daughter - Anastasia, and always considerate Gentle wife - Alyssa.

Although, the children are disobedient and noisy from time to time, which sometimes makes him irritable.

But now, even wanting to see that little noise has become a luxury.

But now, only himself, who was unable to protect his family, and Tasia, who was on the verge of collapse, remained.

Now he doesn't even have the energy to think about "the future".

What happened to this world, how could it become so cruel.

Morgan hugged Dewayne, who was still red-eyed, and looked at Heber.

This once strong man seemed to have aged overnight, his shoulders collapsed as if unable to bear the weight, and he looked down at the sparks surrounded by the camp in a daze.

Moore's handcuffs had been removed, and he was leaning against the car, rubbing his wrists and wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, Heber raised his head, held his face in his hands, rubbed it fiercely a few times, and finally made up his mind.

Morgan held down Heber's hand that was holding the gun, and looked worriedly at the man who had pulled his father and son out of despair: "Heber, if it doesn't work, don't force it, I can..."

Taking a deep breath, Heber turned his head to look at his partner, and nodded slightly to him: "I can do it, I still have Tasia, I can't let her do this again, I can stand it." Turning to the tent, Morgan quickly let go of his son and followed him worriedly.

Hearing the movement, Moore raised his head, looked over with a frown, and slowly straightened up.

Heber opened the curtain and couldn't help being surprised: "Tasia!"

Everyone rushed over to look inside the tent when they heard the sound, only to see Tasia lying on the mat and tightly hugging the heavily bound Kerris. Kerris' clear sky blue eyes had been replaced by muddy gray ones, and there was a "hoah" in his throat. Ho" sound, struggling to overthrow Tasia who was suppressing him, and arched her mouth with a belt around her face.

"Tasia! Let go!" Heber jumped up in shock and hugged her waist. For a while, he couldn't resist Tasia's desperate strength and couldn't pull her down.

Morgan didn't dare to break her hand too hard, so he strangled Kerris by the neck and pulled him back.

"Don't hurt him, don't strangle him, it will break." Tasia's tears finally fell drop by drop, and when she opened her trembling lips, she realized that the gums she was biting tightly were already full of blood, "Don't touch him , he won't hurt me."

"Tasia, Dad is here, Dad is here, don't scare me, Corus is gone, don't do this, look at him, he is not an older brother, let go!" Heber hugged heartbrokenly crying with her daughter.

"No, Corus is still here, he will think of us, he just doesn't remember, I'll tie him up well, he won't hurt us." Look for a little recognition on your face.

Heber shook his head in pain, how could this child be so stupid: "He is no longer Corus! Tasia, let go."

let go?How to let go?

Corus is her last spiritual pillar.

Without him, how could she still believe that she was really alive in this inexplicable world?

How to let him go?

How can a person let go of the last warmth that he finally got?

Looking at Tasia's blank eyes, Heber was cruel: "Look at him, look at what Kerris looks like now, how can you bear it, if he knows, he will be hurt and sad, you How can you be willing to let him become this ugly and disgusting appearance? If you really love him, how can you be willing?!"

Tasia was stunned, it turned out that she was the sinner, how could she forget.

It was she who killed Tasia's brother, she made him look so ugly, it was all her.This realization made her eyes go dark, and her whole body became limp and she fell backwards. Morgan took the opportunity to drag Kerris away from her.

Moore turned sideways and let Morgan drag the zombie out of the tent with great effort.

Looking at the girl in Hebe's arms, Moore felt a strange and inexplicable feeling in his heart. He wanted to say something sarcastic to get rid of this strange feeling, but the corners of Tasia's closed eyes kept rolling down. Tears made him unable to speak again, and finally he just pursed his lips and went out to help Morgan dig a hole.

"Use a gun?" Morgan hesitated, "Should I ask Heber to come out?"

Moore turned his head to look at the tent, wiped the sweat off his face, inserted the shovel into the soil, and bent over to drag Corus, who had completely turned into a zombie: "Forget it, let them stay inside, anyway It's all tied up, so let's bury it like this, or the chick will be stimulated again."

Morgan flattened the soil and built a slope on it: "If we have a chance to come back in the future, we will definitely come to see you."

Moore glanced at him, picked up an ax and walked into the woods by the side of the road.

After a while, when he came back, he held a log in his hand, stood on the ground, chopped it in half with an axe, picked up half of it to the grave, and hammered the half into the soil.

Clap your hands and look at this simple tombstone: "Come back? How is it possible? Why lie to him? Besides, what are you looking for when you come back? It's not a zombie when you dig it up, it's still rotten, cut it!"

Morgan glared at him unbearably, and turned to Dwayne, who was watching them uneasily in the distance.

"If you can't do it, why don't you talk about it, being serious..." Moore stood quietly in front of the grave, wiped his face for a long time, "little bastard, you have left everything clean, even if you become a zombie, you won't let anyone quiet."

……

The next morning, the sun rose as usual, shining compassionately on the land where sad stories happened everywhere.

When Tasia woke up, she looked up and found Heber's face close in front of her eyes, even in his sleep, he was frowning tightly.

Tasia found sadly that she hadn't looked at her father so carefully for a long time.

He Bo, who was in his prime, actually had strands of white hair on his temples, and his stubble hadn't been shaved for a long time, making him look haggard.

This is my only, only family member left.

Raising his hand to caress his red and swollen eyes, he can't do this anymore.

Tasia carefully took Hebe's hands away from her shoulders, sat up gently, put on her shoes, and walked out of the tent.

As soon as Moore got out of the car, he saw the silhouette of the young girl in front of the tomb. The rising sun shone on her pale golden hair, which was smudged with a lustrous luster. Her hands stroked the tombstone over and over again, with a gentle look on her face.

Like a little wild beast that is not yet mature, proud but ignorant, biting and tugging at this chaotic world with its sharp claws and teeth, but the brows are not polluted by cynical hatred, just clear to the bottom pure.

Moore suddenly understood why Corus and Heber always wanted to give her the best, whether it was food or clothing, not only because of blood, but also because she was really clean, which made people want to protect her with all their strength , clean as if, does not belong to this dirty world.

Moore couldn't understand how the little woman who was yelling at him so fiercely yesterday would show such an extremely gentle expression today.

With her like this, people can't bear to recall the crying face last night, like an angel being dragged down, falling into the dust, obstinately humbled.

Moore hesitated for a long time, until he despised himself, then walked forward slowly, and said without words: "Hey, girl, is this monument good? It took me a long time to find this piece of wood. "

Tasia ignored him, and didn't even change the movements of her hands. Moore coughed twice: "You still don't make breakfast for everyone."

After waiting for a long time for a response, he curled his lips habitually: "Forget it, I can't count on you, I'll get the food myself."

Hearing the footsteps of Moore leaving, Tasia sighed, leaned against the wooden sign and murmured: "Brother, we are gone, will you be lonely? I was wrong, you are gone, I I shouldn’t have left my father sad, I only have him left, I was wrong, don’t be angry with me, I’ll change.” There was a long silence.

Morgan took Dwayne to Heber who was looking at the girl in the distance: "Do you want to start today?"

Heber thought for a while, then lowered his head sadly: "Let's go in the afternoon, let her stay with Chris for a while."

Moore hurriedly interjected from the side: "Go to our camp, it's an abandoned quarry, it's very safe, there are more than ten people stationed now, where is my brother, if he knows about those sons of bitches Throwing his big brother on the roof will definitely kick their asses."

Morgan glanced at Moore, who kept grinning ferociously, and expressed his position: "It depends on the situation. Too many people may not be a good thing. I only accompany people I trust."

During lunch, Heber announced the next itinerary, and took Moore to their residence. As for whether to join, he had to watch it to decide.

Tasia lowered her head and picked the remaining meat on the plate with a fork, knowing in her heart that everyone had already discussed it, and this was actually for her.

Originally, she planned to find a way to bring her family to join Rick's team, but now, it doesn't matter whether she joins or not.

Moore took this opportunity to ask Heber to equip him with weapons in the name of the protection group.Heber pondered for a moment, and just in case, he gave him a shotgun and half a box of ammunition that Morgan brought out.

Tasia raised her head and looked at the lonely grave two to thirty meters away, without saying a word.

Now Moore's younger brother Darryl should have discovered that Moore was rescued. This time, Moore did not drive away their car. Rick and his party will definitely be able to go back early without walking. Then the next camp will be attacked and casualties It won't be so dire.

She lowered her head again, with a sad smile on the corner of her lips, Kerris' life, how many of them have changed their lives.

Because of those irrelevant people, it's ironic that she lost her brother.