"What's wrong?"
Noticing Shawn's expression, Daryl asked softly.
"I think I saw an acquaintance."
Shawn clapped his hands, which still had a few food crumbs left, then picked up his Crescent Blade and turned to follow.
The Dixon Brothers immediately followed without hesitation, shouting without looking back.
"Everyone, stay put until we return!"
Then the voice paused, and another sentence came.
"This is Shawn's order!"
Hearing the last sentence, the Zealots finally gave up and remained where they were, looking at each other.
On the other side.
Shawn carried the heavy Crescent Blade, weighing tens of kilograms, yet moved with extreme agility, weaving through the jungle.
Far ahead of him, the figure wearing a camel-colored jacket was also running wildly, with no intention of looking back.
Only vaguely seeing the person's dark skin color, Shawn became more certain of his identity.
"Damn it, he runs pretty fast."
Shawn stopped, letting out a breath.
But looking at a Walker wandering nearby, Shawn's lips curved into a smile, and he suddenly thought of a way.
Ahead.
The black man's breathing was ragged, and he nimbly leaped over a small slope.
He clutched a stick, just over a meter long, its end stained with a few dark black bloodstains.
However, at this moment, he couldn't help but slow his pace, no longer hearing the sounds of pursuit behind him.
And in the very next second, a sudden scream from a distance behind him made his heart tighten.
He looked back, lowered his head, and hesitated for a moment, then surprisingly turned and headed in the direction from which the scream had come.
Before long, he arrived at the source of the scream.
But aside from a Walker on the ground with its legs severed, he saw no one else.
He took a deep breath, gripped the stick tightly with both hands, and thrust it hard into the Walker that was crawling towards him! Then, with a twist!
The Walker lowered its head and died completely.
But at the same time, a figure holding a large blade suddenly emerged from behind a large tree directly in front of him.
Shawn smiled at him: "I knew you'd come back, Morgan."
Morgan's breathing hitched, and seeing that Shawn only had a cold weapon, he quickly took two steps back, preparing to leave.
But unfortunately, from behind the two large trees behind him, two more figures emerged.
They were armed with ranged weapons, their eyes fixed on Morgan.
"Brother, you really shouldn't fight us in the woods."
Merle joked as usual.
Morgan didn't answer, merely held his wooden stick diagonally across his chest cautiously, his gaze shifting between the three people who had surrounded him.
Shawn looked at the wooden stick in his hand, and roughly understood Morgan's current situation.
Shawn, with a single sweep of his hand, plunged his blade into a nearby tree trunk, leaving his Crescent Blade there.
Then, Shawn walked in front of Morgan.
If Morgan didn't speak, then he wouldn't speak either.
Only when Morgan could no longer hold back and swung the wooden stick to attack did Shawn make his move.
As the wooden stick came, Shawn met it with a single hand.
The moment the wooden stick made contact with his arm, Shawn thought to himself that Morgan's strength was considerable, but it still lacked a bit of refinement in front of him.
But before Shawn could even contend with him, Morgan gripped both ends of the stick with both hands and twisted it counter-clockwise!
Shawn's arm, connected to his hand, was twisted over, and a crisp sound of bone could be heard.
Morgan looked into Shawn's eyes, and just as he was about to exert more force to subdue Shawn, he found that he couldn't apply any more pressure, no matter what he did.
The wooden stick that had just twisted his arm was even gripped by Shawn in a reverse hold and forcibly pulled back.
With another crisp snap, the solid wooden stick instantly broke into two pieces.
Morgan frowned, too stunned to feel fear, and looked at Shawn with a face full of surprise, instantly gaining a new understanding of this tall man.
"What do you want?!"
This was the first time Morgan spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
Shawn released his hand and stepped back.
"I have a friend who used to be a Deputy Sheriff in King County. We worked together to build a survivor Camp."
Morgan: "Deputy Sheriff?"
Shawn: "Rick, Rick Grimes."
Morgan: "Where are you from?"
Shawn: "We've been north, and now we're heading back south."
After hearing the name Rick, Shawn could clearly sense life in Morgan's eyes.
After the apocalypse, besides his child, Rick was the second person to appear and accompany him.
Morgan gradually lowered the broken wooden stick in his hand, which also signified that his aggression was beginning to wane.
The Dixon Brothers behind him also lowered their aim at the same time; they had just heard that the black man in front of them was Rick's friend.
"How can I trust you?" Morgan asked again.
"Do you remember Quarry Camp?"
"The two behind you were once hunters in the Camp, and later followed me and Rick to establish a new Camp."
Listening to Shawn's words, Morgan turned his head and roughly sized up Daryl and Merle.
Seeing that Morgan was still a bit hesitant, Shawn directly stated.
"Do you still remember the note Rick left for you?"
"The Centers for Disease Control, that's why you're here, isn't it?"
"You're still waiting for Rick to appear, even if the hope is slim."
"No." Morgan dropped the wooden stick that had broken into two pieces.
"I just wanted to see if he was dead, that's all."
"And what you said isn't entirely right; I appeared at the Centers for Disease Control because of other things."
"Hmm?"
Now it was Shawn's turn to be surprised.
According to Shawn's estimation, at this time, Morgan was indeed in the stone house in the suburbs of Atlanta.
Because he met a criminal psychologist named Eastman, and under his guidance, he gradually found inner peace, learned that extraordinary stick fighting technique, and was later known as 'Weapon Master'.
But Shawn really couldn't imagine what else Morgan would encounter at this time.
The four walked slowly in the direction of the Centers for Disease Control ruins, and Shawn introduced himself and the Dixon Brothers to him.
"We are in a Prison in the south. If you are willing, both you and Eastman can join us."
Shawn extended an invitation to Morgan; although his current survival philosophy was problematic, their self-defense technique was extremely valuable.
Morgan did not directly answer Shawn, instead changing the subject by mentioning the anomaly he discovered at the Centers for Disease Control.
"About a week ago, I passed by here at night and noticed there seemed to be light in the ruins."
"But that was only once; afterwards, whether it was day or night, I saw nothing when I went back."
"I found that place because of the note Rick left, but later it was only because I was interested in the anomaly I accidentally discovered."
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