"You can imagine a Walking Corpse Centipede, right?"
"They were stacked up; that good fellow was almost ten meters tall!"
"…"
"My people had just arrived when I saw my left hand sweeping a hammer around, repelling an entire tide of Walkers!"
"My right hand, forming a Dragon Claw, tightly gripped the vital point of that ten-meter-tall Walking Corpse Centipede, ready to tear it apart, and then I threw it back down!"
"Want to eat me? Not a chance!"
"…"
Shawn kept talking. Just now, he had found Columbus a bit long-winded, but who knew that when it came to boasting, he was even more talkative than Columbus.
That's right, Shawn was already excited.
It seemed that as soon as he thought about returning to the familiar Prison, Shawn changed his usual demeanor and began to boast about his glorious past.
He didn't care if anyone believed him; Shawn just kept talking, from day until night.
When they were less than 800 kilometers from the Prison, everyone got out of the car to rest for 10 minutes.
Shawn chugged two bottles of water, leaned his shoulder against the fire truck door, and looked at the car in front with interest.
The car in front was a pickup truck used to carry people.
That's right, it was the three people Shawn had found in the attic of the 'University of South Carolina' library.
Why was there a hint of playfulness on his face? Because at this moment, the pickup truck door was half-open, and Daryl was sitting on the edge of the back compartment with one leg propped up.
When Shawn looked over, he was chatting idly with the people inside.
It was then that Shawn suddenly remembered that for the past few days, Daryl had been the one delivering food to these three.
"This old fellow is so quiet, he's really low-key about things."
Taking advantage of Daryl's unintentional glance, Shawn raised an eyebrow at him, showing a smile that said, 'we brothers understand'.
Daryl looked at him, then said something to the people in the compartment, and then turned and left.
He walked away with his back to Shawn, appearing to have a 'reluctance to face' him.
This was just a small interlude, and the convoy continued to move.
Shawn treated Daryl as a brother, not a subordinate.
So when Daryl was unwilling to speak, Shawn wouldn't actively use his authority to force him.
Perhaps one day, Daryl would bring a pleasant surprise that came naturally, which would be excellent.
At least in Shawn's eyes, Daryl was finally starting to have a life of his own.
Struggling to survive in the apocalypse, spending time and effort, isn't this what they were seeking?
…
After a short nap in the car, Shawn swapped places with the main driver.
After driving continuously for 4 hours, they finally saw that familiar jungle.
It wasn't as lush as the vegetation in North Carolina, but it made Shawn feel close.
Another almost 1 and a half hours passed, and Shawn finally saw the silhouette of the Prison in the distance.
Looking at the faint outline, it seemed not much different from when Shawn had left.
Shawn drove the fire truck to the front of the convoy and gave a look to Daryl and the other person who were leading the way on motorcycles.
Merle's lips curved upwards, returning a nod.
He gripped the handlebar, twisted it to the limit, and sped to the very front.
But after two minutes, the two did not return, and only a burst of gunshots was heard coming from the direction of the Prison.
The sound seemed to come from deep within the jungle. Shawn frowned the moment he heard it, slowing down the vehicle.
Only after confirming the direction of the gunshots did he completely stop the fire truck.
"Take the men and go see what's happening."
Shawn said in a deep voice to the Zealots sitting in the back row.
Before Shawn left, the nearby survivor Camps should have been mostly cleared.
Now that gunshots were heard near the Prison, it was hard not to associate it with—perhaps Rick and his group had run into trouble.
Hearing Shawn's order, the Zealots nodded sharply without hesitation.
The moment he opened the car door, a series of opening car door sounds came from the convoy behind.
They also dealt with the Walkers that were approaching nearby, and then rushed into the jungle all at once.
Shawn's gaze inadvertently swept the rearview mirror.
He saw that Bray had actually led half of the Zealots away from the convoy, and hundreds of people surged into the forest, unstoppable.
Slapping his forehead, Shawn unbuckled his seatbelt and chased after them.
…
Inside the jungle.
Maggie held Glenn's injured cheek, carefully applying a layer of gauze.
Shane, fully equipped, appeared from behind, carrying a rifle and taking heavy steps.
His frequent gasps indicated his anger and fury at the moment.
The Thug Shane
But even so, he still forced himself to come to Glenn's side.
Shane casually tossed his rifle behind him, held Glenn's face with one hand, carefully observed his pupils for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he ordered without hesitation: "Maggie, take Glenn back. I don't want Hershel nagging in my ear all the time."
Shane's words made Glenn's expression change slightly. He quickly got up and said in a low voice into Shane's ear.
"I can still do it, Shane."
Shane forcefully lowered his voice, tapping Glenn's chest several times with his finger.
"Soon you might be a father too. I don't want you to have any problems before your child is born!"
Shane could empathize with him because Shane himself was like that.
This was not belittling Glenn, but Shane's special care for Glenn.
This strong man who always came and went with a flourish also had his tender side.
Looking at Maggie again, Shane's tone was firm: "You two go back to the Camp. The rest of you follow me and continue tracking!"
Then Shane left with his men without looking back, chasing deeper into the jungle.
The last figure, a sweating bald black man, stopped as he passed the two. T-Dog turned his head.
"Hey, little brother, listen to me."
"Just enjoy your vacation at home. This is a vacation granted by both Rick and Shane; others can't even beg for it."
Dropping a sentence, T-Dog quickly chased after them.
Glenn let out a long breath and exchanged glances with Maggie. The words they wanted to convey were all expressed in that one glance.
Sighing, Glenn, supported by Maggie, picked up his gun and turned to leave.
Maggie
…
"Can we catch up?"
"It's not whether we can catch up, but we must catch up!"
"If Shawn knows that I didn't see the enemy right under my nose, he will only question my and the army's capabilities."
Shane spoke quickly. He carried 30 pounds of weight, but it didn't affect his speed.
Compared to a month ago, Shane's physique seemed to have become much more robust and burly.
It seemed that everything had finally stabilized, and Shane had finally shifted his attention and gradually began to focus on his own improvement.
After running for 3 minutes, he saw several figures supporting each other.
Seeing Shane and the army chasing them, they abandoned the injured without hesitation and sped up, running forward.
But the next second, something unexpected happened to everyone.
People in the distance surged like a tide of Walkers!
Most importantly, almost more than half of these people had firearms in their hands.
The moment they appeared, everyone felt as if they were on a battlefield, and in an instant, they surrounded the few people who had fled earlier!
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