The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Don't forget the fruit trees. Pull up the connecting rods and transplant them to the prison. Also, don't miss any generators or fuel in the switch room. But first, we have to start transporting people.

Try to finish it today to avoid any more trouble. If they don't cooperate, you can scare them first. People are more convinced by the threat of force than by sweet words.

After sending everyone back to prison, search Woodbury thoroughly and don't leave anything useful behind.

That's all, Sean, please take care of the rest. I'll be leaving now."

"Karl, didn't you want to come here? Why are you leaving like this?"

Sean frowned slightly, a little irritated, not because of what Karl said, but also because the entire relocation of Woodbury was not as simple as it sounded.

"You can handle it, Sean, I believe you. As for me...well, I miss Beth, it's that simple." Carl smiled and waved his hand.

"Then you can go with Rick and the others. You and Moore, they need to escort the cavalry back to the prison and they happen to be short of manpower. You can help out."

"Damn it, okay, I get it." Carl didn't really want to agree, but there was no way. He couldn't refuse something that was just for him.

"The cavalry should be at the gate now. You go by yourself and be careful on the road." Sean nodded to Carl.

"OK."

Carl waved and left.

The gate of Woodbury was open, and the wooden frames outside the gate had long been cleared away. Now there were dozens of horses and less than ten people densely packed here.

This also included More who was waiting for Carl, Meru and one of his young assistants who were captured, and the rest were the people who arranged to transport the horses back to the prison.

The problem of understaffing is obvious, but there is no other way.

At this time, Meru was talking to Michonne. It should have been Rick's turn, but Rick was obviously not in the mood, so Michonne had to do it instead.

Meru is a white man who looks to be in his forties, but his skin is almost brown and rough. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, but a little fat.

"Are you sure you can drive them back directly?" Michonne frowned slightly.

"Unless you want to use those two wagons to run nearly ten times to torture my poor horses." Meru shrugged and said with a smile.

"These poor little ones can't stand too much tossing and turning. They have been exhausted in this damn place for a long time."

"Horses are important, I don't want anything to happen to them," Michonne said, looking at Meru.

"Of course I know. You can trust me if you feel it is necessary. After all, I am a horse herder."

Michonne hesitated for a moment, looked deeply at Meru, and finally nodded, "Don't betray your trust, get ready to go."

"Of course." Meru smiled with satisfaction and walked towards the herd of horses with his deputy.

"Father." Carl walked up to Rick and called out.

"Carl." Rick looked at Carl, hesitated for a moment, and finally just nodded.

Karl walked towards Moore.

"Kid, where the hell have you been? You made Uncle More wait for you." More leaned against the door of the pickup truck, looking very unhappy.

Carl smiled indifferently and said, "We will go back with the horse transport team later. Keep an eye on them to avoid any accidents. These horses are indeed a precious resource."

"This is one of the few good news. It makes Uncle More's trip not in vain." More was delighted when he looked at the horses.

At this time, Meru walked to the open space in the middle and shouted, "Is there anyone who can ride a horse? I need some people to cooperate. Of course, if you think it is not necessary, I have no objection, but this will be safer."

"Riding a horse? What does that mean?" Carl asked.

Michonne glanced at Meru and said:

"We don't use vehicles to transport horses. We drive them around like a herd of horses migrating," said Mr. Bogdanchikov. I guess he has a lot of experience in this."

Meru smiled at everyone and bowed slightly, "Yes, I do have experience in this, but I still need the assistance of a few knights."

"That's good, we can leave the vehicle to them." Carl nodded, then looked at Rick, "Father, you can ride a horse."

"Oh, I can ride a horse." Rick nodded.

Karl glanced at Moore again and said softly, "You go too."

"Boy, are you kidding me?" Moore curled his lips. "There will be many opportunities in the future. The most important thing now is to send your girlfriend back to prison."

"I can drive," Carl said calmly.

"Boy, how long have you been driving?" Moore raised his eyebrows.

"I've been driving quite a bit during the time I was away. Go ahead. To be honest, I didn't want you in the car in the first place."

"Shit, you're a bit ungrateful."

"No, don't get me wrong." Carl shook his head and lowered his voice, "It's not that I dislike you or think you disturbed our world of two.

But it's hard for Penny to calm down with you around. Besides your hoarse voice that seems to be strangled by fate, there is also your body odor.

Just now, she seemed a little excited because you were sweating a lot. She is very sensitive to this, even more sensitive than sound. "

"Damn it, even though you act serious, I always feel like you are making fun of me." Moore raised his eyebrows.

"Nothing, go ahead." Carl smiled.

"Damn it." Moore cursed softly and hurried to the herd to pick a horse.

Carl sat in the driver's seat of the pickup truck and adjusted the seat spacing. Fortunately, although the manual adjustment of this old-fashioned pickup truck was a bit troublesome, the adjustable range was still quite large.

I felt it was almost in the right position and the key was in the keyhole. I leaned over and took a look. There were three pedals and then I looked at the gear lever.

To be honest, Carl didn't have much driving experience, but he still remembered the theoretical knowledge that Dell taught him. At least he knew how to start it and how to stop it.

Now that there are no boring traffic rules to remember, Carl doesn't find it difficult to simply drive the car.

At least you should try it yourself.

"Boom, boom…"

Just as Carl was looking at the places he would need for driving and recalling these memories, there was a knock on the car window.

Carl looked up and saw that it was not Maul as he had expected, or Rick which was a possible but unlikely possibility, but it was actually Michonne.

Carl didn't really want to open the window, but...

"Boom, boom…"

Carl helplessly rolled down the window with his hands, um, a hand-cranked car window.

Michonne leaned against the car window and asked, "Kid, can you drive?"

"Of course." Carl nodded affirmatively.

"Kid, this could cause an accident. How about I drive and you sit in the passenger seat?"

"No, you don't need to. Believe me, I can do it. I can drive. You can ask Moore, don't ask my dad. He's been away for too long and doesn't know me."

Carl gave a natural smile.

Michonne frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and extended her hand, "Nice to meet you, my name is Michonne."

"Hello, Michonne, you must have heard of my name, Carl, just call me Carl." Carl smiled.

"Uh uh…"

Karl's expression suddenly changed, and he tried his best to hide it in an instant.

Michonne suddenly became alert and her hand was already on the hilt of the knife.

"what sound?"

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