The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Entering from the glass door, the corridor in front was "T" shaped. Carl hesitated for a moment and waited here silently for a while.

The wound on his left hand and the blood flowing down his arm were almost coagulating.

The blood was red, which meant it was most likely uncontaminated, perhaps because Penny's nails were clean.

"Uh uh…"

The roaring sound persisted and somewhat affected Carl's judgment.

He frowned, picked off the solidified blood scab with his fingers, and threw it into the corridor.

After the blood scab on the wound was removed, fresh blood immediately flowed out.

"Uh uh…"

This time, Carl was sure that the roar was not coming from behind him. He raised the Glock and looked at the passage on the right where the roar came from.

He pulled the trigger and a body fell down, only one. Carl didn't stop and took Penny to the corridor on the right.

There were some rooms on both sides of the corridor, but most of them were locked. After walking about thirty or forty meters, Carl tried to turn the door handle and it finally opened.

There was no roaring sound inside, so there were probably no zombies. If there were, just like when he passed by other rooms just now, they should have started roaring and banging on the door before Carl got close.

It's hard to explain, but it's true that zombies are extremely sensitive to blood.

However, Karl did not let down his guard and knocked gently on the door in front of him again.

"Boom, boom…"

Karl didn't use much force, but the slight sound was heard far away in the quiet corridor.

Occasionally, the roar in the room complemented it.

After waiting for a while, Carl finally opened the door, still holding the Glock. Since he was alone, he could not be too careful.

But Carl seemed to be lucky. There were no zombies and the room was not big. It seemed to be a multi-person office.

Carl searched carefully again and made sure that there were no zombies hiding in any corner. Then he pulled Penny's rope and brought her into the room.

There was a window on the inside of the room, but the curtains were drawn. There was also a metal pipe on the inside. Carl didn't know what it was used for.

But it looked quite sturdy, which made it convenient for him. Carl tied Penny's rope firmly to the pipe.

Then Carl leaned against the wall, glanced at Penny, and closed his eyes.

Now that things have developed to this point, Penny has no choice but to go to prison again.

But I am not a good person. All I have to do is give up Penny. It is a simple choice and even easier to do. I don't even need to do anything.

But I have to choose the difficult one, there is nothing I can do about it.

"It seems that this is the only way." Carl murmured softly.

This is really the only way. If I can't take Penny back, I can only find a place to put her down. This place might be a good choice.

As for himself, of course he would go back to prison. Even though such a thing had happened, Carl didn't think there would be any problem with him going back to prison, as long as he couldn't take Penny with him.

Otherwise, you can't take Penny with you to travel around the world, right?

All kidding aside, Carl doesn't want to die.

Although Carl felt that he was already courting death by entering such a factory alone, which was indeed very presumptuous, there was nothing he could do.

"Be quiet, Penny, and stop wearing out my patience."

Carl looked at Penny. Her originally neat and clean dress now had many wrinkles and stains. There was dust from falling on the ground, and there was also some blood underneath the hem, probably from where she had just passed by the corpses.

With a blank expression on his face, he withdrew his gaze, and when his strength was almost recovered, he walked out.

"Uh uh…"

Penny, who had been quiet, suddenly roared again, as if she didn't want Carl to leave.

Carl's steps paused slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. Carl didn't think that Penny really couldn't bear to leave him. There could be many reasons, but this couldn't be it.

But I just felt inexplicably uncomfortable, after all, I was the one who was attached to her.

He shook his head, picked up the Glock, and continued to walk out. He opened the door, went out, and closed the door.

In the corridor, Carl looked both ways, noted this door and walked out.

Carl was not ready to leave now. Even if he had to leave Penny here, he had to at least make sure she was properly settled, so Carl still had a lot of things to do.

Carl looked at his arm. First of all, he had to take care of his wound and remove the blood scab that formed the first time. The second time, it would not heal so quickly.

As for other things, there were still many things to do. Carl glanced at the time. It was just past eleven o'clock, but it was not early. He would be lucky to finish before dark.

But he seemed to be a little hungry. Carl rubbed his stomach and frowned slightly. He didn't know if there were any snacks hidden in Moore's car. He hoped there were.

The disaster has lasted so long that it's probably unrealistic to find food outside.

However, just as he walked out of the corridor and came to the "T" shaped intersection, Carl heard some noises.

"Da, da... ah..."

It sounded a bit like horse hooves. Carl's expression changed slightly. They actually found him so quickly?

Carl immediately leaned against the wall and slowly moved to the wall behind the glass door.

There shouldn't be any danger, but I don't know who will come, one person or everyone. I hope it's one person, no matter who it is.

It's always better to deal with one person than a group of people.

It would be great if it was More, then there would be one more person to help.

"Squeak~"

Carl heard a sound of grinding teeth. Carl knew that it was the sound of the big iron gate opening. The sound was caused by rust. He also made the same sound when he opened the door when he came.

Karl knew that he should have come in, and probably no matter who it was, he should have guessed that he was here.

The pickup truck was right outside, and with the corpses of the zombies, even a fool would have been able to see it.

But Karl still leaned against the wall silently without saying a word.

Carl's position was near the corner of the wall of the car with the glass door. He was very sure that no one outside could see him from this position, and no one would be able to see him when he first came in.

Carl always believed that hiding in the dark would give him more control.

However, apart from the sound of the iron gate, no other sound was heard, and Carl had no idea what was happening outside.

You can't go and look because there's a risk of being exposed. At least you can't look out from the glass door. Maybe it would be safer to look out from other rooms or on higher floors.

But unfortunately, Carl has not checked those places so far, and although this position has disadvantages, it also has advantages. At least after that unknown person enters, he can take the initiative in the first place.

However, the prerequisite is that he must come in...

A few minutes passed and there was still no sound. Karl didn't hear any movement, as if the sound of the door being pushed open that he had just heard was just an illusion.

Carl's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up slightly, but he still tilted his head and stared at the entrance, with the Glock in his hand ready to be raised at the fastest speed at any time.

Carl was sure that what happened just now was not an illusion.

But it's been so long... Could it be that he's gone?

No, it's not possible.

Or was he very alert? Did he choose not to enter through the glass door, but sneaked in from other locations?

What if that person is not from the prison?

Thinking of this, Karl quickly turned his head away...

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