The zombies were getting closer, and Thomas had already used up his second round of bullets, but the results were somewhat touching.
There were more than ten zombies originally, and apart from the one that Carl shot to death with the help of Liz, there were still about ten left standing.
And they were very close, completely within the range of the pickup truck's headlights, but these guys wouldn't be affected by the strong light.
"Kid, it's time for us to go. Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to you." Thomas said anxiously while loading bullets.
Carl silently raised the Glock and fired. There were still sixteen rounds of bullets, which was more than enough.
"Bang! Bang!..."
With the crisp sound of Glock gun guns, the zombies fell one by one.
Carl had always found it difficult to understand why most people compared the number of zombies with the number of people on their own side.
Why not compare it with the bullets in your own gun?
This is Carl's comparison habit. As long as he has more bullets than zombies, it will not be considered a big threat. Of course, the premise is that the zombies are at a safe distance and have buffer time.
And now, it is obvious that the number of these zombies is not as many as Carl's bullets, let alone all the bullets, not even as many as those in one magazine.
Then there is no threat to Carl.
Soon, Carl put down the Glock in his hand. There were still seven bullets in it, which meant there were only nine zombies.
Carl silently changed the magazine to a full one, and would refill the six-bullet magazine once he got on the bus.
"Don't just stand there, get in the car and get ready to continue." Carl called Thomas and took Liz into the car. This time Carl and Liz sat in the back seat together.
Thomas stared blankly at the corpses of zombies in front of him, muttering to himself in disbelief, "What the hell."
"Do you want to stay and keep the zombies company?"
It was not until Karl urged him again that Thomas reacted, sat back in the driver's seat and started the car.
"You're a pretty good marksman, but you're also really sharp-tongued."
"People always regard the truth as evil words and try to avoid them as much as possible." Carl said lightly.
"I remember your name is Grimes, right?" Thomas glanced at Carl through the rearview mirror and slowly started the car.
"Um."
"Grims, you always say something surprising, and your actions are also surprising. You are very special, just like you have received enlightenment."
"You don't mind what I said to you that's disparaging?" Carl leaned back in the back seat, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Like you said, the truth always hurts." Thomas smiled helplessly.
Carl's mouth corners also slightly raised, and he said while playing with Liz's hair with his fingers;
"The truth is multifaceted. I can understand your behavior. You've never been out before and have encountered too few zombies. And no matter how good your shooting skills were before, you haven't fired a gun for more than a year. It's normal to be rusty. Will this make you feel better?"
"Well, you are really good at comforting people."
"Well, you need to grow up. I can help you. You will live well in this world, provided you can survive..."
Thomas seemed to understand something. His expression was blank. He drove his car without saying anything.
Karl didn't care, he looked at Liz beside him and asked gently, "How do you feel?"
"Feeling? I'm not sure, but I like this feeling very much." Liz smiled slightly.
"It's been a long time since I last saw the wind."
"Um."
"Autumn is a great season. The dead leaves go well with the end of the world. I like the feeling of driving on the apocalyptic highway and stirring up the falling leaves."
"But there shouldn't be many fallen leaves now, and it's dark, so you can't see."
"Well, after a while there will be more, and it will be much clearer during the day. I hope you will like it then."
"Will you take me out again?"
"certainly."
…
"You wait here for us."
Carl took Liz out of the car and gave instructions to Thomas.
Thomas looked at the building in front of him and the large rusty iron gate, and couldn't help but frowned slightly, "What is this place?"
"You don't need to know. Remember, curiosity kills the cat." Carl looked at Thomas deeply, then took Penny's hand and walked towards the door.
"Hey, wait, what if there are zombies?" Thomas asked quickly.
"Use a dagger. If you don't commit suicide, there won't be too many zombies here. But if you shoot, then you will either die or abandon us."
Karl stopped, turned around and smiled, "By the way, I told Sean that if you go back alone, you will die miserably.
Maybe you can try to survive here by yourself, but I have to remind you that you have to at least leave the area within a hundred miles of here, otherwise you will be caught.
I don't want to say it so bluntly, as if I am threatening you, but I still value my life very much. Of course, if you cooperate, nothing will happen to you and you can still gain my trust. "
Carl smiled and waved, holding a box in his left hand and a flashlight in his right hand, he walked inside with Liz.
Thomas's face looked a little ugly. He sat back in the driver's seat and slapped the steering wheel. Although he had never thought of abandoning Carl and the others or doing anything to them, the feeling of being threatened was indeed unpleasant.
But when Thomas saw a box of cigarettes on the dashboard, he was slightly stunned. When did this extra pack of cigarettes appear?
Thomas quickly grabbed it, took out a cigarette and smelled it. Although the cigarette box was opened, it had not been opened for long.
Thomas searched for a while and found the lighter where the cigarette box was. He quickly lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled a puff of thick smoke.
Thomas' expression suddenly became comfortable. He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he last smoked, even though he was in prison before the end of the world.
But with Thomas's means, although there was not enough cigarettes in prison, he could still get a few cigarettes a day. But since the end of the world, cigarettes can only be thought of.
"Damn it, what a monster, you want to bribe me with a pack of cigarettes, at least one pack a day."
Thomas leaned back in his seat, his expression relaxed, and slowly exhaled smoke with great comfort.
…
Carl brought a flashlight, but the beam of light from a flashlight is always extremely limited.
"Liz." Carl glanced at Liz beside him.
"Ah?" Liz raised her head quickly.
Karl chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm different from what you imagined?"
"No…no."
"Liz, everyone is not as simple as they appear to be. You need to observe more."
"Okay…Okay."
"Are you scared?"
Liz looked at the quiet and dark corridor and couldn't help but nodded.
"Actually, I'm scared too." Carl smiled, "But I will hide my fear until you get used to it. You can do it. You are special. I always believe it."
"Carl, is the person we want to meet here?" Liz grabbed the corner of Carl's clothes tightly.
"Well, that's right, right here, behave well, and I hope she can accept you. You can do it, and I always believe it. I have a gift for you when we go back." Carl rubbed Liz's head gently.
"Okay, I won't let you down."
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