"Stop!"
Shane called out, and the army immediately ceased movement!
The almost Fully Armed soldiers stopped behind him, semi-crouching to hide themselves behind tree trunks and bushes.
Shane watched the vast group of unfamiliar survivors charging from a distance, unable to help but hold his breath, his heartbeat even slowing a few beats.
He had never seen such a large number of survivors; even Woodbury, led by the Governor back then, was definitely not even a third of this group.
Not to mention that most of these people held long-barreled firearms.
The moment he saw this group approaching, a thought popped into Shane's mind—they cannot be resisted!
"Retreat!"
"We need to get back and inform Rick immediately!"
Hearing Shane's words, and seeing the Zealots charging frantically from a distance, it was impossible to even discern their numbers at first glance.
The army members were secretly alarmed, their bodies slightly bent, retreating backward as quietly as possible.
But it was at this very moment that Shane saw one person among the unfamiliar survivors, who were completely surrounding the group, suddenly look over.
His body instantly stiffened, as if he had been paralyzed by that person's gaze.
He still held a glimmer of hope, perhaps they hadn't been discovered yet.
Because if they were seen, it would be terrible…
Shane didn't even dare to imagine what would happen when this group surrounded the Prison.
He represented more than just himself; it was a domino effect, and the people of the Prison were behind him.
But it seemed the more he feared something, the more it came to pass.
The moment Shane's gaze met theirs, Shane seemed to see the other person pat someone next to them, then point to his own location.
"Run!!!"
Shane didn't hesitate at all, directly ordering a retreat.
This was no longer a question of being discovered or not; if they didn't leave now, everyone in the army, including him, would surely be left behind!
Shane uttered a single, short word, but the army members reacted as if they had practiced countless times.
The moment they heard the command, they scattered in all directions, fleeing in different ways.
The last glance back made Shane's heart sink to rock bottom.
—That unknown group of survivors had already started their charge.
Shane felt a bit strange though; why were these people holding firearms, yet not a single shot was fired?
This question flashed through his mind, then vanished without a trace.
Now was not the time to ponder; Shane ran while unburdening himself of the heavy items he carried.
In the face of such a large number of enemies, his resistance would be futile.
Instead of fighting to the death here, it was better to find a way to shake off this group, get within radio range, and inform Rick to prepare for battle.
Shane believed that with the high walls, they would not be utterly defeated!
Running, Shane gradually began to pant. He saw a tree in the distance with a horizontal knife mark on it. He licked his lips and pulled out the radio from his waist.
"Rick! Whoever hears this!"
"Get ready, they have 400 people or even more!"
"Over half of them have firearms, repeat! Over half of them have firearms!"
"If I die, please tell…"
Shane suddenly stopped. Lori's image appeared in his mind, but then it flashed away.
He pressed the radio again: "If I die, retrieve my body and bury me with my badge."
After saying this, Shane only had time to forcefully smash the radio against the tree trunk, and it shattered into pieces.
Dense footsteps approached from behind. Shane closed his eyes, breathing rapidly, then raised his hands without looking back.
"I have no weapons!"
But Shane absolutely did not expect that what followed was not the rough treatment from that group of unfamiliar survivors, but rather a voice he would never forget in his life.
"To be honest, I still prefer your old, untamed self."
Shane slightly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.
He slowly turned his head towards the voice, and astonishingly, saw this group of unfamiliar survivors part in the middle, and Shawn walked toward him, surrounded like a moon among stars, giving him a teasing smile.
Shane's gaze swept over the surrounding Zealots, then returned to Shawn's face.
Although he didn't understand the situation, he let out a long breath, and his entire body involuntarily relaxed.
He saw Shawn, which meant everything was alright.
He swallowed hard, moistening his somewhat dry throat.
Just a second ago, he thought he would truly die here.
Was this group of unfamiliar survivors the people from Alexandria that Shawn mentioned?
Shane didn't think so.
They weren't as friendly as Shawn had once described.
Instead, Shane sensed an aura about them, an aura very similar to Shawn's!
Shane then belatedly slapped his forehead.
"I should have known; only you could tame them."
As the adrenaline wore off, Shane tried to force a smile, stepping forward to strongly embrace Shawn.
Shane was much stronger than before, but he still felt small compared to Shawn.
He spoke into Shawn's ear.
"Welcome back, boss."
…
The Prison
People could be seen patrolling back and forth on the tall concrete walls.
Many Walkers were accumulated in the deep trenches outside the city, their low growls serving as the most reassuring alarm, and everyone inside the Prison had grown accustomed to it.
If they didn't hear it one day, they would feel uneasy instead.
On the guard tower behind the gate, an ivory-white katana was sheathed and rested quietly by the table.
Michonne reclined on a worn-out sofa, fiddling with a radio she had just picked up recently.
The radio was covered in signs of wear and tear and always seemed to be broken. Michonne angrily patted it twice.
"Hiss—"
Hearing the sound, Michonne was first delighted.
Then she suddenly realized that the sound wasn't coming from the radio in her hand, but from the radio placed on the table beside her.
Michonne looked at the radio, then at the radio, feeling a bit foolishly cute.
But before she could pick up the radio from the table, she heard Shane's urgent voice coming from it.
"Rick! Whoever hears this!"
Michonne instantly sat upright from the sofa, instinctively gripping her katana.
While holding the radio and listening to Shane's message, she went outside the guard tower room.
People stood in small groups on the once-empty lawn of the Prison, which was now much livelier.
They were talking and laughing until Michonne's startled cry came.
"Rick? Rick!!!"
Everyone's attention was drawn to her.
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