The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Since it is a factory, there cannot be only one building here. Carl had noticed it before.

There is a factory building behind this building. It is not particularly wide, but its area is definitely not small.

But even this building was not inspected thoroughly, let alone the factory building behind it.

A factory, considering the building area here, is not too big, but it must employ at least a few hundred people.

If there was no holiday here during the disaster, it means that there are still hundreds of zombies hiding in the buildings and factories.

Carl knew very well that if he tried to clean up the place by himself, he would be seeking death.

Perhaps there is no need to clean them up. As long as they don't make too much noise, these zombies are the best natural barrier.

After careful consideration, I made sure that nothing was missing.

Carl left the room and checked the first floor again. He didn't kill any zombies. Even though some doors could be opened, there were still roars of zombies from inside.

Afterwards, when I returned to the room again, the steaks I had taken out of the refrigerator had begun to melt, and there was a small puddle of water on the ground.

He placed the steak on the ground where Penny could reach it and looked at her a few more times with a calm expression.

Carl put his hand on Penny's cheek, and Penny, who was full, became quiet.

"I'm sorry to leave you here alone. I hope you can understand that there's nothing I can do about it."

"I'll come back to see you. It won't be long."

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"Cough cough..." Carl leaned against the car window and almost coughed out his lungs.

"Damn it." Although the cough was uncomfortable, Carl still put the burning cigarette in his hand into his mouth again.

The one in Moore's car, a Camel, is very spicy.

"Cough, cough..." He kept coughing as he got used to it.

Carl started the car. As for the horse that Zack rode, Carl certainly wouldn't just abandon it.

Its reins were tied to the left rearview mirror of the pickup truck, so it could follow as long as Carl drove slowly.

Looking at the time, it was 3:46. Carl was a little surprised that Michonne and the others didn't come, but it was not too unexpected.

Both are possible. If it is found, it will be more disadvantageous to you. If it is not found, it will be a good thing.

Finally, things didn't develop in the worst direction as usual, but it's not safe here either.

This place is not far from the route between the prison and Woodbury, and Michonne and the others are searching in this general direction.

Carl thought the risk of this factory being exposed was very high, but if he could go back in time, it might be reduced.

When he gets the chance, Carl will try to find a safer place, but for now, this is the only way.

While driving at a very slow speed, the brown and black horse followed reluctantly.

It took Carl several times as long as it did to get here, and he finally returned to the road. Not long after he got there, he saw the place where the horses encountered the zombies.

However, the horses had already left, leaving only the corpses of the zombies to continue on their way.

Not long after, he stopped the car, picked up the water bottle and took a sip, and the horse also leaned its head towards him through the car window.

Carl took only a small sip and then poured the rest of the water into the horse's mouth.

It had spilled a lot of water and was now very thirsty, so it lowered its head and licked the water stains on the ground.

But Carl didn't wait for it and started the pickup truck again.

After walking for a while, Carl stopped the car, opened the door, and began to untie the reins tied to the car window.

Ahead of the road, there were more than a dozen figures on horseback, many of whom were familiar figures to Carl. They also saw Carl and immediately sped up to run over.

"Carl, are you okay?" Michonne handed the reins to Meru, turned over, came to Carl, and tried to keep her voice as soft as possible.

"It's okay, let's go back." Carl shook his head and handed the reins to Michonne.

Michonne was slightly stunned when she saw the horse. "This... is this the horse that Zach rode just now? Why is it here with you?"

"He was bitten by a zombie while trying to protect me. I'm sorry." Carl lowered his head, his cheeks twitching slightly, as if he was sad and mourning.

"Oh, child, this is so unfortunate, but it's over." Michonne frowned, but still comforted him in a gentle voice and even wanted to hug Carl.

But Carl stepped back and dodged, "I'm dirty."

Michonne asked hesitantly, "Carl, what's in your car..."

"It's gone, everything is gone. You can look if you want." Carl shook his head slightly.

"Karl, believe me, I understand your feelings. But no matter who he is, he is no longer himself. Perhaps letting them go is the best option."

Michonne's face was unclear and she had many doubts in her heart. Her intuition told her that it was not that simple, but now she could only try her best to comfort Carl with a gentle attitude.

Even though she wanted to teach Karl a lesson, this was not her child after all, and a very rebellious child in her eyes.

But she doesn't understand Carl, and Carl is also glad that Michonne doesn't understand him because Michonne is very smart.

"I'm very hungry now and I want to take a shower, ma'am, can we go back first?" Carl looked up at Michonne.

"Of course." Michonne nodded without asking any more questions or really checking the back seat of the pickup truck again.

"Let me drive. I'll tell you, it's a wasted trip."

Soon, the team changed direction, but there were two more horses without owners, one belonging to Moore and the other to Zack.

Moore got back into the driver's seat and drove while looking at Carl.

Although Carl had reminded him several times to pay attention to the front, Moore only glanced ahead occasionally at most. Fortunately, the car was not going fast.

"Damn it." Moore saw the opened pack of cigarettes.

"Well, Zack opened it. He smokes, and he hasn't smoked in a long time." Carl chuckled as he leaned back in his seat.

"Really? Boy, do you think I'm stupid? What's with the blood in front of you? That's not the blood of zombies." Moore said with a wicked grin.

"Because Zack opened your cigarette, I shot him to defend your cigarette. What do you think of this explanation?" Carl smiled.

"Damn it." Moore curled his lips, took out a cigarette with one hand and put it in his mouth.

Although More smoked less, once the cigarette box was opened, it would go bad within a few days, and More didn't want to waste it.

Carl picked up the lighter he had just put in his pocket and lit a cigarette for Moore, then threw the lighter into the storage cabinet.

Moore glanced at Carl, "Did you smoke?"

"Yeah." Carl nodded, "It wasn't a good experience."

"Seriously, kid, why did you want to kill Zach?"

"I think this reason is more reasonable than the previous one?" Carl smiled, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Moore looked at Karl, frowned, with some worry in his eyes, and said hesitantly, "Karl...you..."

"Please, don't be like this, Moore. I don't need anyone to preach to me. I like being with you because I don't have to be too restrained or pretend in front of you."

"Carl, I'm a bastard, but not a murderer, and certainly not a pervert. I think you have some psychological problems, and you should pay more attention to it. How's your Penny?"

"Yeah, I know, yeah, I know..."

Carl's voice was a little unclear. He was too tired and fell asleep.

Moore glanced at Carl and sighed helplessly.

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