Lying on the Hospital bed was not a patient.
The weather today was cloudy, and the dim light from outside the window shone directly onto the man's eyes.
The man let out a lazy growl, similar to a Walker's, and finally, with a single breath, flipped himself up from the bed.
He had a buzz cut and a beard close to his cheeks, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt underneath a beige button-up shirt.
Guillermo couldn't help but look around again, only breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still in the Hospital.
A Hospital room door separated all the noise.
So, the moment Guillermo got up and pushed the door open, a somewhat lively sound came from the long corridor.
Guillermo stretched his neck and looked up.
He saw people coming and going in the corridor, doctors, nurses, and police officers joking with each other, and recovered patients voluntarily preparing lunch for the day.
It seemed that ever since that man left, this place had become what everyone had hoped for.
However, compared to staying here for a lifetime, Guillermo was more willing to follow that man… at least, that's what he thought.
"Guillermo."
"Guillermo!"
"Boss."
"…"
When Guillermo appeared in the corridor, many people proactively greeted him.
They had only known each other for about a month, but it felt as if they were already extremely familiar, which might also be due to the limited activity range of the Hospital.
Everyone saw each other constantly, and as time passed, their relationships also became much more harmonious.
Especially those few police officers who were once caught in the middle, only able to remain neutral and turn a deaf ear.
They were survivors of that bloody massacre, and they deeply understood who had given them a second chance at life.
So, even though they had guns, they were particularly polite when facing Guillermo.
They knew that Guillermo had others standing behind him, which might be a powerful and massive force.
They also knew that the man who had casually slaughtered all the armed personnel in the entire Hospital with a backhand knife would return sooner or later.
"Let me see what we're eating today… Hmm~~ Hank, your cooking is getting better and better."
Guillermo walked to the dining area, and facing the old man, playfully dipped his finger into the pot to taste some of the sauce.
As he savored the rich flavor, he nodded continuously.
A smile on his face, he was full of patience with these elderly people.
The old man turned to look: "I would be very grateful if you would wash your hands first next time."
"After all, you smell like a groundhog that just crawled out of the dirt right now."
Hearing the old man's words, Guillermo felt a bit helpless.
The water resources in the Hospital were as precious as medical resources; no one knew if the water might run out someday in the future, so they simply reduced the frequency of personal cleaning, using water mostly for drinking and cooking.
After all, this was a city.
Although Guillermo had never encountered any other wandering survivors since he took power, there must still be scattered individuals in this vast city.
"I'll pay attention to that later," Guillermo promised.
The old man just chuckled lightly at his words, saying no more.
He knew that Guillermo paid attention every time, but only paid attention and didn't change—what a bad kid!
"Guillermo, you should come see this!!"
The voice of police officer Lamson suddenly became urgent, instantly echoing throughout the entire Hospital corridor.
Not far away, the attending physician Steven looked up and couldn't help but follow Guillermo's steps.
"What is it?"
"You'll know when you see it."
Police officer Lamson's face showed a hint of surprise; he stood on the large outer balcony, where they usually relaxed, and raised his hand to point towards the street not far from the Hospital.
Guillermo followed the direction of his finger, only to see a bright red, somewhat grim-looking large vehicle rapidly approaching.
The vehicle seemed to be covered in a thick layer of thorns, making the sound of the fire truck much more muffled.
"Is he back?!"
Before Guillermo could speak, Doctor Steven on the side exclaimed first.
As Doctor Steven's voice began to spread, more and more people gathered on the large balcony.
Among them was the woman who had once closely followed Shawn, holding a needle.
At this moment, her complexion was much better than before.
Without looking at Guillermo, who had turned and rushed downstairs, she kept her eyes fixed on the fire truck's movement until she saw the tall figure get out of the vehicle, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.
On the other side.
Guillermo quickly led his subordinates and the police officers downstairs.
From afar, he saw that familiar figure, and the moment their eyes met, the oppressive feeling it brought made Guillermo's heart pound faster.
He gradually slowed his steps, finally stopping in front of Shawn.
Guillermo first scanned him, from top to bottom.
After nearly a month away, Shawn seemed to have matured a bit, looking completely different from when Guillermo first saw him at the Nursing Home.
The smell of blood on him was still as strong, indicating that Shawn had killed many people on this trip.
However, regardless, Guillermo showed a smile to Shawn.
"It's good to have you back."
Guillermo had once been the leader of a survivor Camp; he understood too well what such a long journey meant.
"Are you ready to go with me?"
Shawn extended a hand, also showing a brilliant smile to Guillermo.
"I can't wait."
Guillermo didn't hesitate, clasping Shawn's hand with his own.
A gentle breeze blew, making Guillermo's thin beige shirt flutter backward.
Perhaps neither of them had expected it.
When they first met, the atmosphere was tense, with swords drawn.
But only a few months had passed, and the two could already work together through thick and thin, sharing weal and woe.
Shawn trusted Guillermo, so before leaving, he handed over all control of the Hospital to him.
Guillermo trusted Shawn, so when Shawn appeared before him, he could decisively hand everything back to Shawn.
Perhaps in Shawn's historical process as a leader, this was also a moment worth commemorating.
Because when Shawn brought all the people from the Hospital under his command, the population of the Prison had already exceeded a thousand.
In the one month of coming and going.
Shawn had almost laid the foundation for the Prison's future rapid development.
…
"What you are about to see, I know it might surprise you, but please don't be surprised yet."
Saying this, Shawn first led Guillermo and the subordinates and police officers he brought to the main street of Atlanta, not far away.
From a distance, it seemed as if the entire street was bustling with people.
These people were picking up usable equipment that the army had left behind on the city streets.
It's worth noting that many of the 800 Zealots had been soldiers and were extremely familiar with armored vehicles and tanks.
They didn't even need Shawn to teach them; they could skillfully operate and start them on their own.
After pouring in some diesel or gasoline and simple repairs, these military vehicles roared to life.
Daryl, Merle, Columbus, and Tarah.
From tallest to shortest, they stood in a row with their arms crossed.
Watching all the heavy lifting being monopolized by the Zealots, a hint of confusion flashed across their faces.
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