The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

The dim corridor was still dim, and as empty as before. Occasionally, strange roars coming from nowhere would spread in the quiet corridor.

No, no one, someone outside had not come in from another location, at least not yet.

Then the next step is to be patient.

Carl withdrew his gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, held Glock's right hand, raised his fingers one by one, and then clenched them, doing this to relieve the pressure in his heart.

Carl had already regarded the man outside as an imaginary enemy. Carl had never thought that this was a game. This was a battle, most likely a battle of life and death.

First of all, Carl could be sure that there was not a group of people outside, otherwise they would not be so cautious. The probability was that there were only one or two people, and the probability of one person was even higher.

So, regardless of whether he is from prison or not, the chance of it being Moore is pitifully small.

Well, apart from More, I can't trust anyone else. At least that's the current situation. At least I have to take the initiative.

Time passed as the second hand of the watch on Carl's wrist ticked, and now it seemed as if every second was slowed down.

Carl seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and an invisible pressure was spreading.

"Damn it…"

Finally there was a sound, and Karl's eyes lit up slightly, and he focused more. As long as someone outside was still outside, Karl's pressure would be much less.

The main source of pressure was that Carl was not sure about his location. He might appear from anywhere before he could react.

The voice was not loud, and seemed to be just talking to himself. Karl heard it very vaguely. Except for the first word, he could not hear the rest clearly.

Precisely because it was so vague, Carl wasn't sure if he had heard his voice before, but just one word was enough to confirm him.

First of all, he is a man, which is quite obvious, and secondly, it is impossible for him to be More.

Very good, the possibility that is most favorable to me has been eliminated so quickly, it is really good enough, Carl's mouth twitched and he showed a wry smile.

Fortunately, I have never had too high expectations for the pitifully low odds.

After that voice, everything fell into silence again. Carl didn't hear any footsteps, not at all.

Continuing to wait, Carl tried to slow down his breathing and calm down.

I glanced at the watch on my wrist. It was 11:34. I remembered it seemed like 26 minutes just now. A few minutes seemed to have become so long.

"Hey! Is anyone there?"

Karl raised his eyebrows slightly and did not respond.

"Hey, I know you're in there, come out here, little brat!"

Well, the voice is clear, but I have no impression of it. It seems to be someone I don't know in the prison, and it is indeed the same person.

"Karl?"

"Carl Grimes!"

"Stop it, kid, and come out now. I promise I won't teach you a lesson later."

It seems that he is a little timid, but in Carl's opinion, timid is not a derogatory word, because timidity is very close to cautiousness. Maybe it is not timidity, but caution.

"Child, stop making trouble. Your father is very worried."

Carl remained expressionless and did not answer.

The noise outside also stopped after this sentence.

"Damn, is there an accident?"

The voice was much quieter, and seemed to be a self-talk.

It quieted down again.

He waited silently until Carl heard a very subtle sound, footsteps, very light.

After a while, it disappeared, followed by the slight shaking of the glass door and a sound that was neither light nor heavy.

"Boom, boom…"

The knocking sound continued for a while. As if to make sure that there were no zombies, the man walked in slowly with a pistol in hand.

Suddenly his body stiffened, and something hit his temple directly. It was a bit painful, so he subconsciously tried to dodge and turned the direction of the gun at the same time.

"Don't move, put down the gun, and if you want to see your own brains, you don't have to do it." Carl tried to make his voice as thick as possible.

He hesitated for a moment, until the silencer on the barrel hit his head again, and then he threw the pistol to the ground.

"Hey, man, calm down." He raised his hands and tried to turn around.

"do not move."

"Okay, okay, but could you please take the gun down first? It would be bad if it went off accidentally."

"I know. Now, you need to behave yourself."

"Of course, of course."

Carl was standing behind the man, holding a Glock rifle against his head. Fortunately, he had installed a silencer, otherwise he would not be able to reach the guy's head with his height.

This is of course very important. At the very least, it will cause him to make a wrong judgment. He subconsciously thinks that this will be an adult. At the same time, a gun barrel against the head is always more intimidating than holding it far away.

Carl kicked away the pistol he had thrown away, and then he saw Carl's legs, which made him slightly stunned, but at this juncture, he didn't think of anything at the first time.

"Now, take two steps forward, and remember, if I feel anything is wrong, I will not hesitate, I will shoot."

"Okay…Okay…"

He took a few steps forward with a somewhat stiff figure.

Carl stepped aside a little, at least out of the distance where he could pounce.

"Now, back up, and on the third step, turn your head to the right, then sideways out the door and stand on the steps with your back to me."

Karl ordered in a cold voice that the later they were exposed to him, the better it would be.

"Of course, but man, why are you here? Maybe we should have a good talk. I'm not a bad person. I'm just looking for someone."

He said as he stiffly followed Karl's instructions.

"Yes, I will, but only when you are not a threat. You can understand that, right? To stay alive, you need to be vigilant enough."

"Of course, I understand. But my friend, I am not a bad person. I am here to find a child. Have you seen him? Why are you here?"

"You will find out, but not now. Keep going."

"OK..."

After going down the stairs, Carl followed him at a distance of about four meters, holding a Glock, looking at his back with his hands raised.

He seemed familiar. It might be someone in prison. Maybe I had met him a few times.

When he reached the pickup truck, the man in front suddenly stopped. Carl was slightly startled and noticed the reflection in the pickup truck's rearview mirror.

Carl's heart sank slightly when he realized that he had been seen.

Sure enough, he turned around and looked at Karl in disbelief, his face a little ugly, "Damn, is this fun? Little devil!"

As he said this, he walked towards Karl.

Carl did not retreat, as retreating at this time would be a sign of cowardice. He tilted the Glock in his hand and aimed it at him.

"Stop, or I will pull the trigger. I will not leave myself a threat, you can believe it."

"Damn it! That's not a toy in your hand, put it down immediately. Didn't anyone teach you not to point a gun at your own people?"

His face was very ugly, and he stared at Karl fiercely, but he still stopped.

He didn't know if Carl would shoot, but he couldn't take the chance.

The more naive and paranoid the child, or teenager, is, the less he or she will consider the consequences of their actions.

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