The prison meeting room, located on the first floor of the dormitory building, has a long mahogany table that can accommodate dozens of people.
There is a blackboard in front of the long table, and on one side of the blackboard is a map.
This conference room in the prison had actually been prepared a long time ago, but it had almost never been used. The prison's management system had actually always been in a state of being neither dispersed nor half dispersed.
Although Sean seems to be the leader, he has never shown a strong desire to control, especially after having Judith. He would rather hold Judith and stroll around than meddle in other people's business.
But this can't be blamed on Sean. It seems that everyone has accepted this mode of operation of the prison.
When there are no important decisions to be made, the prison doesn't really need someone at the top to give orders.
Sean can be in charge, but there is no need. The prison's operating model is relatively stable now. Although everything is not in perfect order, there is a framework.
For example, T is responsible for guarding the prison, Martinez is responsible for training prison members, and the Moldariel brothers are responsible for exploring the outside world.
Pete is in charge of logistics, Hershel is in charge of crops, Dr. Stevens is in charge of medicine, and Glenn is in charge of weapons, so it is so easy for Carl to go to the armory and get something out at any time.
There are many more. Andrea is training several women in shooting on a small scale, although Andrea herself is also responsible for guarding the first area, which is the residential area.
Even the distribution of daily necessities and three meals a day are taken care of by someone, all of whom are trustworthy elderly people.
Sean was very confident in them and usually gave them full responsibility. If there were any problems, they would usually discuss them individually.
So even though this conference room has been built for a long time, it has never been used.
This is the first time the conference room has been put into use.
There were a lot of people in the conference room. Sean sat at the first seat without a doubt. Rick sat at the first seat on the left. Some people were dissatisfied with this, but they would not show it.
Except for the second Moore on the right, Moore was already staring at Rick blatantly and unhappily, but perhaps to give Carl face, he at least didn't say anything directly.
But Rick didn't care. He had shaved his beard and cut his hair. He looked decades younger and his eyes were much clearer.
During this period, at Carl's suggestion, Rick never went out and never touched a gun. He only occasionally helped plant crops and feed the horses.
Rick's mentality has indeed begun to change a lot during this period of time as he cultivates his character.
The second person on the left, sitting opposite Moore, was Daryl. Daryl didn't really want to sit down and would rather stand against the wall.
In his words, this was too awkward and he was not used to something so serious and meeting-like.
However, Carl and Moore worked together to force him to sit down. Even so, Daryl was still fiddling with his crossbow.
The third from the left is Carol, the one on the right is Andrea, the fourth from the left is T-boy, the one on the right is Glenn, and the fifth from the left and right are Maggie and Dr. Stevens respectively.
Michonne and Tyree are in sixth place, and Martinez and Pete are in seventh place.
Hershel and Dale, who were qualified, did not come. Everyone agreed that the two old people should not be left to worry about anything anymore and should just spend their remaining years in prison.
There are fifteen people in total, which is already the majority of the prison's management, or people with a say. Of course, there are also some nepotism.
For example, Rick and Michonne have only been in the prison for a short time, and unlike Martinez who has been in charge of training, they do not have a specific job.
As for Dr. Stevens, she is a real doctor and more professional than Hershel's veterinarian. In this world, doctors are important and indeed worthy of respect.
However, this is not a fair and just parliament, and the prison's hiring practices tend to be nepotism.
As long as you can gain everyone's trust, you will have the right to speak.
In fact, Carl only agrees with the first point. It is okay to appoint people based on personal connections, but there is no need to give them too much say. However, Carl does not have many options now.
Because Carl and Sean had a disagreement for the first time, a very serious disagreement, and this meeting was even held because of this.
Carl sat at the head seat on the right, just above Moore.
Carl had a blank expression on his face, with his hands on the table. In fact, Carl had already anticipated the outcome of this parliamentary session, but he had to give it a try.
Just like when he brought up that matter with Sean, he knew that Sean would object. Just as Carl expected, Sean was not his puppet.
He will selectively accept his own decisions, as long as they do not deviate too much from his values and out of special feelings, he will accept them.
But if it directly goes against Sean's three views, Sean will never accept it, just like this time, as Carl expected, Sean refused, and rejected Carl for the first time.
However, even though he refused, Sean showed enough respect for Carl's opinions, which is exactly why this parliament was born.
"Boy, what do you want us to do here?" Moore asked in a low voice.
Seeing that Carl didn't respond, Moore patted Carl and said, "Hey, brat, what are you daydreaming about?"
"You'll know soon." Carl came back to his senses and said to Moore expressionlessly, then looked at Sean, "Sean, let's start."
Sean nodded, patted his hands on the table, coughed a few times, attracted everyone's attention, and then began to speak:
"The main reason I called you all here today is because I have something to discuss with you. This matter is very important and even concerns the future of the Perfect Prison as a whole. So I can't be selfish and make a decision on my own. I need your opinions."
"What's the matter? Stop beating around the bush. We're all family, so just say less polite words. Who wants to listen to your boastful election speech?" Moore said carelessly.
Sean smiled helplessly, but didn't care. He nodded, "Then I won't beat around the bush. Let's first state the rules. There are exactly fifteen of us here. Each person has one vote. You can only choose to approve or disapprove. You cannot abstain. In the end, the direction of the matter will be determined by the number of votes."
"Sean, what's the matter that needs to be so serious?" Rick asked with a slight frown.
"Some external information obtained by the Moldariel team during their exploration..."
Sean stood up and pointed a marker at a detailed map of Georgia. The location Sean pointed to was just a little to the lower right of Atlanta, which was where the prison was.
Sean pointed at the map and continued, "Let's not talk about other unimportant information for now. First, you can look at the locations of these black spots.
They are all groups of zombies numbering several hundred, nearly a thousand, or even more than a thousand. The only thing to be thankful for is that the closest group of zombies codenamed "Claude" is also 40 kilometers away from us in a straight line."
There are a lot of black dots on the map. A quick glance shows that there are at least a dozen of them, all around the prison, as if they are surrounding the prison in the center.
But that was only because Moldariel and his team were originally exploring outward from the prison.
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