The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Mr. Bogdanchikov, please forgive my earlier impoliteness. Your horse gave me a pleasant surprise."

"You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Meru."

"Okay, Meru, I thought I should have introduced myself earlier?"

"Sure, Michonne, very nice name."

"Thanks."

Michonne and Meru rode side by side with the front of the team, chatting from time to time.

The horses were moving forward at a trot, but compared to human power, this speed was at least 20 to 30 yards, which was not slow.

There were two people on horseback watching over the herd in front, behind, and on both sides to prevent any horses from leaving the herd.

Carl has gradually become familiar with driving. It is not difficult, and he did not swerve even at the beginning.

Carl's attention was half on the road and the horses, and half on thinking.

Honestly, it is dangerous to think while driving, especially when there are large herds of horses on the side of the road, some of which are even walking on the highway.

This is no less than being surrounded by dense traffic, or even worse. After all, vehicles at least know how to obey traffic rules when their owners are normal, but horses do not.

But Carl is different. This attention is both half and complete.

Schizophrenia is not without its benefits.

For example, the conversation we just had.

"You drive, and I'll figure out what to do."

'Kill! Kill! Kill!'

"I never thought I would have such a twisted side to myself. Be rational. I don't want Penny to be exposed. Do you understand?"

'I can think, too.'

"You're so twisted."

When Carl is alone, he can talk to himself, and speak directly, which seems to have a better effect.

As for driving, it is Carl's body that learns driving skills. Although they are two minds, they are actually one and the same.

So, in other words, skills are interconnected, not only skills, but also IQ, and even memory if you want.

Carl felt that this was a talent, and as long as the other Carl could calm down and have a good talk, it would be useful in many places.

For example, if two Carls study together, the study time will be doubled. Is this a real bug?

However, this learning is probably not that simple. After all, we do not have two bodies. Except for thoughts, things that normally require the body's participation are probably only able to do one thing like ordinary people.

Perhaps this is a flaw, but it is also a blessing.

…

He stopped the pickup truck but did not turn off the engine. He picked up the water bottle beside him because he was a little thirsty.

Carl felt that he had to stop the car for his own safety, after all, his driving skills were far from proficient.

Looking at the horse team in front of him, it was still in his sight. He had been walking for almost an hour, but had not even completed half the distance.

Apart from the occasional zombies that slow down the speed, what is more important is that the horse herd's movement speed is not fast. After all, it is impossible to let all the horses run freely at full speed now.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a gunshot was heard. The water bottle in Carl's hand was not dropped in shock, but it did shake, spilling some water and wetting his collar.

But Carl couldn't care less. The gunshot at this time meant that something might happen, unless someone fired the gun accidentally.

Carl quickly unscrewed the water bottle and looked up, only seeing the herd of horses.

During the journey, there was a section of the road that was not suitable for horses to walk on, so they had to let the horses go on the road. In this way, Carl could no longer stay beside the herd.

However, the herd of horses now seemed a little chaotic. Although they had not yet fled in all directions, the neighing and snorting sounds still seemed a bit chaotic, and many horses were stepping restlessly in place.

Perhaps these horses are indeed brave, but if there were no riders on their backs, their bravery would probably be greatly reduced.

Carl started the pickup truck and moved a little closer, but he didn't dare get too close for fear of adding fuel to the fire and making the horses even more frightened.

Keeping a distance of more than ten to twenty meters, Carl quickly looked around the car and did not see the walkie-talkie.

At this time, gunshots and loud roars were heard again from the front.

"Watch the horses, don't let them get scared and run away."

"Damn it!"

"Zombies!"

Because it was too noisy, Carl couldn't hear clearly, but he roughly judged the situation ahead.

It should be a group of zombies. I'm afraid there will be quite a few of them, but not too many either. If there are really too many of them, everyone will focus on preserving their own lives and will not care about horses at the critical moment of life and death.

"Snap, snap."

"Uh uh uh..."

There was a sudden knocking sound on the right window and a slight roar. Carl quickly pulled out the Glock, but did not rush to shoot.

The right window is closed. If you want to open it, you need to go under the window and roll it open, which is not safe.

But at this moment, Carl saw a few zombies passing by his car window and walking towards the herd of horses.

The two people who were supposed to be behind the herd had gone to the front to assist the others.

Carl didn't hesitate any longer. He opened the car door, quickly stood beside the door, raised the Glock and started shooting.

After pulling the trigger three times in succession, three zombies that had just passed the pickup truck and were heading towards the herd of horses fell down.

"Uh uh uh..."

At this moment, Carl heard the roar of the zombies again and turned around quickly, but found no zombies.

Karl frowned, and suddenly thought that it seemed to come from inside the car, so he ignored it.

"Uh uh…"This time the sound was not from the car. Carl quickly turned around and fired, with almost no time to aim.

It was the zombie that had just been on the right side of the pickup truck. It came over when it saw Carl getting out of the car. This guy was quite cunning and was about to pounce on Carl before he roared.

Of course, it may also be that the environment was too noisy and Carl did not hear clearly before. Fortunately, Carl's shot was lucky enough to hit the zombie's head.

But he was hit while he was rushing forward. Because of gravity, the zombie's body still fell towards Carl, and Carl had no time to dodge.

An extremely strong stench almost made Carl suffocate, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Carl had some experience this time. He almost subconsciously raised his head up and then fell heavily to the ground.

Although his head didn't fall, there was a corpse on top of him after all, so Carl still felt quite hurt. However, Carl did not leave himself time to catch his breath.

He hurriedly tried to move the corpse away. Fortunately, the corpse was not too heavy. After all, so much time had passed, and a zombie that had not eaten could not be that heavy.

He pushed the body aside, quickly picked up the Glock and stood up holding the car door.

There was rancid blood, brain matter, and broken flesh on his chest, and even some blood on his face. Carl couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

The end of the world is really unfriendly to people with mysophobia.

"Another set of clothes is wasted." Carl sighed softly.

"Uh uh uh..."

Suddenly, the roar became chaotic and dense.

Carl couldn't care less and turned around quickly, subconsciously raising the Glock in his hand as he turned.

Then Carl saw a dense group of zombies on the road they came from.

There were at least nearly a hundred of them, and they were only a few dozen meters away from him.

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