The Walking Dead

"Everything has been packed." Morgan walked to the grave and patted Heber who was kneeling on one knee. "My brother, my condolences have changed. It was you who told me that life must go on. Think about Tasia."

Heber picked up the gun at hand, stood up and forced a smile to Morgan: "Don't worry, I understand, let's go."

The two vehicles drove away from the temporary camp one after the other.

Through the foggy car window, Tasia looked back at the small black spot that was fading away, just as far away from their home.

The only difference is that they left behind their mother and younger sister back then, but now it is Keres.

And on the current seat of Corus, Moore is sitting.

Tasia didn't know how many times she would go through the pain of being separated from her important people like this.

All she knows is that she wants to become stronger.

Everything is nothingness, only when you become truly strong can you protect the people you want to protect.

On the way, no one opened their mouths to speak, and everyone's hearts were heavy, as if they opened their mouths, and bad emotions would come out of them against their will.

Of course, this doesn't include Moore, who doesn't care. He just doesn't want to provoke them heartlessly. Although sometimes, he has good intentions, but his words are always bad.

Regarding this point, Moore thought without any pressure, and he was also very helpless.

When the sun was about to set, the convoy left the avenue and drove into the winding mountain road.

"Hey, buddy, we're almost there, and we can eat the delicious roasted hare made by Daryl in the evening, haha." Moore, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, squeezed the bones of his hands "clicking", and the blood all over his body He was about to boil because he was about to meet the person who betrayed him.

Tasia opened her eyes, and the camp in the distance was already clearly visible, and she could even see a gray-haired man standing under the parasol on the RV, holding a binoculars to observe this side.

The two cars slowed down and before they turned off, Moore couldn't wait to jump out of the car: "Hey, guys, come and meet me! Darryl! Your hard-fated brother is back, why don't you come out quickly , I'm going to beat the faces of those damn sons of bitches to pieces!"

Seeing Moore who shouldn't have appeared here, the people around stepped back in surprise, and the men also tightened their weapons warily.

"Mole! I knew you bastard would not die so easily, haha!" A strong man with a crossbow rushed forward, hugged Mole tightly, laughed loudly and thumped his chest, " My brother is a great tough guy!"

"I was destined to meet a noble person. If I hadn't been rescued, maybe your elder brother would have died on the roof!" Moore and his younger brother slapped each other, and their faces gradually became gloomy. They've done their math."

Darryl raised the crossbow in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Of course I'm on your side."

The two brothers turned to face the several men who rushed over, and they didn't have time to speak.

"Rick!" Morgan just got out of the car when he saw a familiar police officer in front of him.

Rick heard the sound and looked behind the two brothers. The strong black man was grinning at him with open arms, and the guilt and persistence in facing Moore were replaced by the surprise of meeting old friends again.

He stepped forward and hugged Morgan: "I can't believe it, oh, Morgan, I thought I wouldn't see you for a long time, how did you leave Lincolnshire?"

"It's a long story, and I'll tell you slowly in the future, come on, let me introduce you to two people." Morgan smiled and pulled Rick to Hebe, "This is Hebe, he took us away, Hebe, this is Rick, Lieutenant of the Sheriff of Lincolnshire, whom I have often told you about, and this is Hebe's daughter, our fair little Tasia."

Rick smiled and shook hands with Heber: "Thank you, Morgan is my benefactor, and I am very grateful that you brought their father and son here safely."

This is the protagonist in "The Walking Dead" who was tortured to death and almost became crazy-Rick, this man who is full of enthusiasm, kindness and sense of justice from the beginning to the end does not know what he will face in the future.

Tasia, who hadn't recovered from Keris' death, nodded coldly to Rick who was looking at her.

Rick only thought the girl was introverted, so he turned sideways indifferently, hugged Dwayne next to him, and made the boy laugh out loud: "Dwayne, come, let me introduce you to my son Carl, you guys We will definitely become good friends."

"Hey, my revenge plan was changed by our Mr. police officer to a confession meeting. Do you think I'm dead?! I suggest you move the topic back to the right track, otherwise I don't know what I will do Something irrational happened." Moore said coolly from the side.

Rick suppressed his smile when he heard the words, put Dwayne back on the ground, and turned to face Moore: "We went back to find you this morning, but you are no longer there. It was a last resort to lock you on the roof. Your emotions at that time I was so excited, T-Boy was also unintentional, it was an accident that he dropped the key into the sewer pipe, no one thought about it."

"Oh? Then you mean it's all my fault, and it has nothing to do with you? Don't talk nonsense to me! The truth is, five of you, together, locked me up on that damned rooftop alone and unarmed! This The black bastard threw that goddamn key down the drain! At the last moment, I struggled, I begged, and no one was left to help me! Not even a gun, a thing that would cut through that goddamn handcuff No! Not a single person!" Moore's forehead was bursting with veins, and he glared fiercely at the group of people in front of him, "If you want me to just forget about it, you are dreaming!" After speaking, he raised his hand shotgun.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and both sides were unwilling to compromise and raised their weapons, aiming at each other in a stalemate.

"Since no consensus can be reached, it's better for Moore to choose one of you to fight." Hebe pointed at Rick and said slowly and firmly.

Rick looked at Heber in disbelief, wondering how the people who helped Morgan would stand on the side of the villain Moore.

Morgan moved his lips when he saw Rick's gaze, and finally said helplessly: "In order to save Moore, Hebe lost his son, Tasia lost her brother, so, Rick..." So, Rick, you have to understand that the Heber family can't just let it go.

Morgan didn't have the heart to say the rest. If a fierce battle is inevitable, this is a good way.

He is also in a dilemma. If the two sides really want to open fire, Morgan doesn't know which side he should be on. Both sides are friends, and he doesn't feel good about hurting anyone.

Rick looked at his companions dejectedly when he heard this, and a strong black guy stood up: "I lost the key, I believe that even if he chooses, he will choose me, Moore, if you want revenge, come to me Well, I don't have to feel guilty anymore."

Moore lowered his gun, walked to the center of the field with a sinister smile, and stared at the black man: "T boy, since you are going to come to your door to seek death, I won't be picky eaters anymore, come on, baby, enjoy what daddy is about to bring to you." feast."

"Wait a minute!" Rick glanced at T-Boy's trembling hands and trembling lips, "We can't use weapons in this duel."

Moore threw the gun to Darryl noncommittally: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, the villain's whole body is covered with weapons, even if I'm empty-handed, I can tear him apart."

Watching Rick retreat, Moore turned to T-boy, licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue provocatively, showing a bloodthirsty smile.

This is not a duel at all, this is a one-sided massacre.

T Boy was soon beaten to the point where he was powerless to fight back, lying on the ground and unknowingly enduring the opponent's violent punches.

Moore straddled T Boy excitedly, holding his head and throwing his head to the ground again and again. T Boy's dark face was covered with blood and mud, and no intact skin could be seen.

The women onlookers hugged the sobbing children tightly into their arms, and tightly blindfolded them. Almost everyone had expressions of fear and intolerance on their faces.

T Zai collapsed on the ground, like a rag doll, trampled wantonly by Moore.

Blood stained Moore's fists red.

Rick and the other men raised their feet subconsciously and were about to step forward.

"Moore." Tasia looked at them blankly.

"Huh?" Moore's frantic look froze, and he turned to look at her.

Tasia looked up at the sky: "It's getting late, if you don't go hunting, there will be no rabbits to eat at night."

Moore couldn't laugh or cry. At the critical moment, she was beaten back to her original shape by this woman. She was simply a big killer, stronger than the zombie's attack effect: "It's over in no time. I can kill him in less than a minute."

Tasia ignored Moore's reluctance, and looked at him calmly: "I'm hungry."

Moore was speechless, staring at her while holding T-boy's jaw, sighed after a while, let go and stood up to take the gun from Darryl's hand: "Women are really fucking troublesome, brother, let's go, I hope this Sometimes there are rabbits wandering outside that don’t know what to do.”

Darryl gave her a vague look before turning around and following her. If he could stop his elder brother under such circumstances, it seemed that he had to ask Moore in private.

Rick finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said gratefully to Tasia: "Tasia, thank you for stopping him, if the fight continues, T-Boy will really die."

Tasia didn't respond to his thanks, and suppressed the irrational anger in her heart and turned back to the car.

Rick looked at her back, a little puzzled, was that faint hostility his illusion?

Tasia, who sat back in the back seat of the car, didn't look at the people who helped up T-boy, but just stroked the knife that Corus never left. She didn't do anything worthy of his gratitude.

If she hadn't seen Rick and the others trying to intervene, Tasia believed that she would not have spoken.

The life and death of the other party has nothing to do with her.

She just couldn't just watch the gunfight happen in front of her eyes.

No one can take Moore's life under his nose, not anyone.

That was Corus, who bought it with his life.