The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Carl withdrew his gaze. All the questions had been asked. Carl knew everything, including the most important thing, what was Michonne's attitude when she brought others to see him.

But after all this trouble, Zack was already dying.

Zack's hands lay limp on the ground. He raised his hands with difficulty, as if he wanted to grab something, but there was nothing.

"Karl, help me, I've told you everything."

"It's too late." Carl raised the Glock and shot a wandering zombie, then put the Glock back and set his sights on Zack.

"You...what do you mean?"

Even just talking seemed to be getting harder for Zach.

"It's nothing. Let me help you." Carl took out a dagger, walked up to Zack and squatted beside him.

"What... are you going to do?" Zack raised his head with difficulty and saw the dagger in Carl's hand. He was very angry, but he couldn't even scold Carl now.

"You will find out."

"Karl! You promised me."

"Well, I missed the date. Sorry."

"Karl! You're a monster! You... uh... are going to hell..."

His voice gradually became weaker, blood gushed out uncontrollably, and his life was leaving him.

"If there is a hell, maybe, but it will be later than you."

He wiped the dagger on the clothes on Zach's body, then put it away and stood up.

Without looking any further, Carl went to the pickup truck to get the things he needed. After some searching, Carl began to move the things into the factory.

It was just some small things, Carl was helpless with big objects, like the refrigerator in the cargo bed.

These things Carl brought out from Woodbury, most of which are related to Penny and can be used by Penny.

Since Penny wants to stay here, there is no need to take these things back.

As for Zack, Beth mentioned him in her diary, and that was reason enough.

The first time I returned to that room with several of Penny's clothes and accessories, Penny was not very well behaved.

"Uh uh…"

Carl thought she might be hungry. He hesitated for a moment, walked closer to Penny, patted her shoulder gently, and whispered,

"Penny, remember what I said, be quiet and be good."

"Uh uh…"

"Good boy."

"Uh uh…"

"Penny, you have to be more sensible."

"Uh uh…"

Gradually, the roar became quieter.

"Very good, good girl." Carl patted Penny's shoulder gently.

Penny became even quieter, as quiet as a virgin.

Carl took off Penny's hood and untied the cloth covering her mouth and nose...

Except for the body being tied up, everything else was untied.

Perhaps she has adapted to the quiet environment here, or perhaps the stimulation just now has gradually faded away, Penny is still very quiet and well-behaved.

Even though Karl's hand was on her cheek.

"wait for me."

Carl turned and left, returning to the factory gate. He wanted to take the steak from the refrigerator in the cargo box, but the refrigerator was tied up and was not easy to open.

Carl frowned, took out a bottle of water from the cab of the pickup truck, took a sip, put the bottle on the hood, pulled out the dagger, and walked towards Zack's body, making good use of the waste.

…

"Eat slowly... I know you're hungry, but don't choke."

"Uh uh…"

Now Penny's eating style is completely different from usual, she is very brutal, her little face is covered with blood, and she looks extremely hideous.

Maybe it's because of the excitement today, or maybe it's because the food today is a little different, but does it matter?

No, it doesn't matter, Carl knows very well, he knows exactly what Penny is.

But does it matter what it is? Not really, at least not to Carl.

What really matters is that Penny can keep herself in as normal a state as possible and settle down.

This is enough.

Carl picked up a handkerchief and tried to wipe the blood off Penny's face, but Penny bit Carl.

Carl had anticipated this, so he easily closed Penny's chin with his left hand, held it down, and then wiped Penny's face.

The position of holding the chin is not very convenient, but Carl cannot choose to pinch Penny's cheeks. Penny will not take care of herself and she will just bite off her own flesh.

Penny was struggling, but Carl didn't care. The arm in Penny's hand inevitably rubbed against Carl's clothes in front of him.

Blood and minced meat were everywhere.

But Carl didn't care. His body was already dirty enough, so what if it got dirtier?

You have to wash it anyway. It is indeed difficult to accept psychological cleanliness, but there are always some things that can be made exceptions.

To be honest, it is not easy to wipe off. After the blood dries, it is difficult to wipe it clean just by wiping it. It needs to be washed.

But here, this is not Woodbury, there are no restrooms with 24-hour hot water.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Karl helplessly threw the blood-stained handkerchief aside. His face was not wiped clean, so the handkerchief was useless.

"Penny, be careful not to get any stains all over your skirt..."

But seeing that Penny had already made blood everywhere, Carl shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Forget it, whatever you want. Eat if you're hungry, but be a good boy after you're done."

Carl let go of Penny's chin and stepped back. Penny immediately lowered her head to eat again impatiently.

Karl shook his head helplessly and left the room.

Back at the gate, the horse that Zack rode was still tied to the iron gate, but now it was inside the gate. Carl opened the bolt inside before walking out.

After a few steps, they returned to the pickup truck. Next to the pickup truck, where Zack's body should have been, the body had disappeared, leaving only a large pool of blood and Moore's blood-soaked vest.

That's why the horse was left inside the door. Carl helped Zack end his pain, but the knife was not in the head, but in the heart.

If you want to hide something, the best way is not to hide it very secretly, but to mix it with other things. If the number of other things is large enough and they are highly deceptive, then that would be the best.

Carl didn't know whether this was necessary or not, but he just did it out of convenience. It was a good deal as it reduced some potential risks.

Continue to move things related to Penny, as well as things that you can carry without too much effort, into the room.

Carl was a little hungry, but there were plenty of cigarettes, alcohol, bullets and weapons in Moore's car, but no food. He could only finish the task first, and if everything went well, he would go back to the prison to eat.

If it doesn't go well, then there's no point in eating.

"But it seems that corpses now also need to eat? Haha, it's really cold." Carl laughed at himself.

It took nearly two hours to move all the things into that room, where they would stay temporarily.

Carl was so hungry that he could feel the pain caused by stomach acid corroding his stomach walls. Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a while.

There are still things to do, and I can't leave yet. Anyway, I won't die of starvation even if I go hungry for a day.

In the dim room, Carl squatted against the wall with a bottle of water, looking at the ground, lost in thought.

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