The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"No, there was no sound. Maybe my feet just rubbed against the inside of the car twice."

Carl still had a smile on his face, a friendly smile.

Michonne narrowed her eyes slightly. "The sound just now seemed to come from behind you. It was very familiar. Why did you seal the gap between the seats with cloth?"

'Kill her! Don't expose Penny!'

'Just be quiet!'

"Kill her!"

"Quiet! She's very observant, don't disturb me!"

Carl's cheeks twitched slightly and his smile was a little stiff, but fortunately nothing else was particularly obvious.

"Michonne, they're ready, we should go."

"Carl, I want to see your back seat, can I?" Michonne frowned slightly. The voice just now was indeed very familiar, but that voice shouldn't be heard here.

Carl was very nervous and could only pray that Penny would stop making any more noise at this time.

but...

"Uh uh…"

Obviously, Penny didn't hear Carl's inner prayer.

Michonne's face changed slightly. Although she felt it was impossible, the facts told her that there was no other possibility.

Michonne was very familiar with the roar of the zombies. She was sure that she would never forget this sound in her life.

"Kid, open the door. I want to take a look. You might be in danger." Michonne's voice became a little stern.

"Are you ordering me?" Carl raised his eyebrows.

"Carl, that's not what I meant, I just have to take a look." Michonne realized that her attitude was inappropriate. After all, she had just met Carl, so her tone softened a little.

"Why should I show it to you? Who do you think you are?" Carl's tone was quite indignant, and he looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

It was very natural and there was nothing wrong with it, because it was normal for people of this age to behave like this. If it were Sean and the others, they might have felt something was wrong, but Michonne was not familiar with Carl.

"Karl, I just..."

Carl ignored Michonne and rolled up the window. Even though Michonne had her hand on the window, Carl did not hesitate at all.

"Karl!"

The car window was closed and the sound became extremely weak. Michonne slapped it a few times with force, her face looking a little ugly. She gave up reluctantly until someone from the herd urged her.

He opened his mouth, and seemed to be saying something, which seemed quite sincere, but because the car windows were completely closed, Carl didn't hear any sound.

Michonne left, still looking helpless and a little angry.

Carl's face became even uglier as he looked at Michonne's back. It was obvious that she had discovered something.

As you might have even guessed, Michonne is sharp and smart.

So what should I do?

'Kill her! Kill her! Only the dead can keep secrets!'

"You are so twisted." Carl whispered this directly.

'You promised me there wouldn't be any surprises,

You know, all accidents and things that happen always have signs.

If you indulge, you are just waiting for accidents to happen.'

"You've become smarter." Carl sighed softly, turning the key and starting the car.

Others are already preparing to leave.

Carl looked calm. He ignored the roar in his head and tried his best to recall everything Dell had taught him.

Fortunately, the pickup truck was parked along the road and did not need to turn, which avoided a big problem.

Carl rolled down some of the windows.

"Get ready to go!" Meru rode a brown and white mixed horse at the front of the team. He needed to lead the way, just like the lead horse in a herd of wild horses.

Although Meru is a little fat, he seems to be very adept on horseback. Thinking back to his surname, is he a nation on horseback?

Michonne also rode a horse and followed Meru. Although Michonne had just joined, Sean gave her absolute trust because of Rick.

Of course, there was also what Carl said, that he could be trusted, just like just now, Sean also asked Tyree again, because Carl had never taken the initiative to ask anyone's name.

Carl's answer can also be trusted, provided it is positive.

I don't know if Sean noticed it imperceptibly, or if he did, he didn't care, but Sean liked to ask Carl questions.

Maybe it's because Carl always has an answer, and the answer is in line with his heart.

"Let's go!" With a loud shout from Meru, he whipped the horse lightly, got on his horse and walked slowly forward.

"Boy, follow me!" Moore on the left was paying attention to the situation on Carl's side.

Carl didn't answer, started the car, and drove slowly beside the herd of horses.

The entire herd of horses began to move, with the chaotic sound of iron hooves being clear and loud.

But it was precisely because of this huge momentum that before the entire herd of horses had moved more than a few dozen meters, several zombies wandered over from the street on one side.

There was no major commotion among the horses, but there were some snorting and neighing sounds coming one after another.

Carl felt that they were excited, excited to finally be able to run again.

As for the zombies, after Meru's training, they no longer have much fear of them. Most of them are carrying the blood of their previous masters that have been stained by the zombies.

Maybe it should be called corrupt blood.

According to Meru, there are several extremely brave horses in this group, and some have even had the heroic record of crushing the heads of zombies by themselves.

The only pity is that there used to be three such brave horses, but now there is only one, "Mohammed", the one that Meru is riding.The other two horses once belonged to the boss and the third boss of the "Horse Wrangler". They both died in gunfire along with their owners.

Karl has always believed that Meru is a talented person, and talents are the most important resources in the apocalypse.

"Damn it."

Rick raised his eyebrows and looked a little ugly. Although these zombies were nothing, the herd of horses made such a big noise that it would definitely attract more zombies along the way.

After all, a herd of horses is not as good as a car. Although it seems to be no problem now, who knows what will happen if they really encounter a large number of zombies?

Perhaps letting the horses migrate was a wrong decision. At this time, Rick finally came to his senses and took out the Colt Python from his waist.

But before he could raise it, he put it down again.

Michonne rode out on her horse. With a crisp sound of metal friction, Michonne pulled out the knife behind her and leaned down.

"Uh uh…"

Michonne got on the horse and her speed increased instead of decreasing.

The roar and the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground intertwined together and were extremely clear.

A flash of cold light slashed across, and a smelly head flew into the sky. The remaining force of the knife continued to slash forward, cutting into the neck of the second zombie.

The only lonely zombie had already pounced on the horse. Just as Rick raised his gun again, Michonne got off the horse and kicked the zombie directly in the stomach, sending it flying.

Then it took Michonne and ran towards the zombie it kicked away, and Michonne beheaded it with one knife.

Karl looked at this scene, blinked, and felt a little yearning.

Maybe I should ask Michonne to learn some knife skills, but the prerequisite is how to solve the current urgent problem.

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