The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

After silently killing a few zombies, Carl walked up to Moore and asked softly.

"What happened just now?"

"What else? Just a bunch of zombies. These things are everywhere. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Have you dealt with the zombie horde ahead?"

"if not?"

"Yeah." Carl nodded, and suddenly saw Michonne and Rick next to the pickup truck. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he ran over and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Rick's hand was on the handle of the pickup truck's rear door, but he didn't pull it open because Carl had locked it in advance.

"Carl, are you okay?" Michonne asked.

"Father, what are you doing!"

Carl ignored Michonne and quickly ran over to Rick, pushed Rick away and stood against the back door.

"Carl, open the door." Rick frowned and ordered in a commanding tone.

"Uh uh…"

The roar in the car was extremely obvious and seemed very violent. Perhaps it was because of the shooting just now, or perhaps it was because of too many companions roaring just now, or perhaps both.

But the key point is that Penny can't calm down.

Carl knew that Penny was exposed. With such an obvious roar, even a fool would know what was inside as long as he had some experience in surviving in the apocalypse.

"Carl, are you okay?" Michonne tried to comfort Carl as gently as possible.

"Carl, what's in your car?" Rick's tone was stern.

Carl bit his lip and did not respond. For a moment he did not know what to do. What should he do? Yes, what should he do?

"Carl, answer me!" Rick walked closer and looked at Carl with a serious expression.

"Rick, don't do this to him, he's still a child." Michonne spoke to Rick in a soft and authoritative voice.

Then he squatted in front of Karl, looked at Karl, and said softly,

"Karl, you can tell your father anything you want to say or anything you want to say. If you don't want to tell him, you can tell me. We will understand you."

Carl bit his lip, not knowing how to respond.

"Damn it, what are they doing?" Moore noticed the scene here and walked over.

Rick narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Carl who was silent, and then set his sights on Moore. He took two steps directly to Moore and asked in an unfriendly tone:

"You said this is your car, you should know what's in it, right?"

"This…" Moore glanced at Carl with a guilty conscience, then pretended to be calm and raised his head, "Fuck, this has nothing to do with you."

"Damn it! You fucking know! Don't you know how dangerous the zombies are?" Rick suddenly became emotional and grabbed Moore by the collar.

"Let go." Moore's playful expression faded and he warned in a cold tone.

"What if I don't let go? You pervert! Do you know how dangerous zombies are? You actually put my son and a zombie in the same car!"

"Shit!"

Moore was not a man with a good temper. He hit Rick on the right cheek with an uppercut, pulled Rick's arm away, and kicked Rick away.

Rick held his stomach and took a few steps back. Rick, who was already angry, could no longer bear it and finally exploded.

"ah!"

With a roar, he rushed directly towards Moore, and the two of them soon got into a fight.

Michonne couldn't help but put Carl's matter aside, and hurriedly walked over to the two of them, shouting anxiously, "Stop! Stop!"

But now both Moore and Rick were angry, and their mood was not good to begin with, so they had wanted to vent for a long time and ignored Michonne's dissuasion.

Karl looked at this scene and blinked innocently. This...

Then Karl frowned again, his face looked extremely ugly. Damn it, he showed up at this time.

'You screwed up everything!'

"I don't want to either." Carl held his head and muttered to himself in pain.

'let me!'

"No..."

Carl's expression suddenly darkened and he regained his composure. He looked at the two people who were still fighting and Michonne who was still anxious.

Karl didn't hesitate, he opened the driver's seat and sat in, closing the door heavily.

"Bang!"

The slam of the door made Michonne turn her head subconsciously, and she quickly ran towards the pickup truck, shouting anxiously,

"Carl, stop, Carl, don't be impulsive!"

But the car had already started and the pickup truck was reversing at a very fast speed. Carl couldn't care less about Michonne at this time.

Even though Michonne had grabbed the pickup's bed, Carl didn't care, whether it would hurt her or not.

Carl's attention was only on the rearview mirror, trying his best to avoid the zombies' bodies. Even if he couldn't avoid them completely, the advantage of the pickup truck's higher chassis was reflected.

Michonne grabbed the cargo bed and ran for a while, but there was no way human power could match the speed of a car.

In addition, Michonne was running at full speed and didn't pay any attention to her feet, so she was tripped by the corpse of a zombie.

Her hand subconsciously loosened its grip on the edge of the cargo bed, but fortunately Carl managed to avoid it and prevented the pickup truck from running over Michonne.

Michonne quickly got up. Although she fell hard, she didn't care about anything else as she saw Carl's pickup truck going farther and farther away. She quickly ran towards Rick and Maul.

At this time, Rick and Moore were still wrestling and didn't notice that Carl had run away. They both fell to the ground.

Looking at the two people still fighting, Michonne's face was extremely ugly, "Stop it!"

And it's still useless.

"You son of a bitch, isn't Mr. More's Iron Fist delicious?"

"You bastard! Pervert! I'm going to kill you!"

"Shit!"

"Bang!"

Seeing that persuasion didn't work, Michonne took out her pistol and fired a warning shot, while shouting,

"What are you still fighting about? Rick! Your sons are gone! Moore, Carl is gone!"

Rick was slightly stunned. He didn't know whether it was the gunshot or Carl that made Rick stop.

Moore grinned, punched Rick hard in the eye, and then stepped back to keep some distance.

After being hit, Rick was about to fight back in anger, but was slapped hard by Michonne again, "What are you so angry about now! Your son ran away!"

Rick was slightly stunned, then turned his head to look at Michonne with his bruised and swollen face that looked almost like a pig's head, as if he couldn't believe that Michonne would hit him.

"Bah!" Maul spat out several mouthfuls of bloody saliva, restrained the smile on his face, and looked at Michonne, "Carl ran away?"

"What else?" Michonne looked grim.

"Why did Carl run away? Where did he go?" Rick seemed to have just come to his senses and asked anxiously.

"When you were fighting hard." Michonne looked at Rick in front of her, speechless.

"Shit, it's all your fault. If you hadn't forced him, why would he leave!" Moore roared at Rick and punched him in the face again.

He even wanted to continue to use his first-mover advantage to pin the somewhat distracted Rick to the ground and beat him up.

But Moore stopped his action abruptly and smiled awkwardly twice.

Because Michonne's extremely sharp samurai sword was already in front of Maul.

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