The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Someone has been here."

Daryl, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, picked up the crossbow and bent down.

More, who was standing behind him, silently took out his pistol and dagger.

Experience has long told them that in the outside world, humans are sometimes much more dangerous than zombies.

During this period, since Carl disappeared, Moldariel searched many places. Although he did not find Carl, he met many people and many things happened.

Even most of the new inmates in the prison were brought back by the Moore brothers.

But compared to what they encountered, what they brought back might not be enough.

Most of the time, it is very dangerous, but this is also normal. If you can survive in such an environment without becoming dangerous, then it is almost impossible to survive in this already dangerous environment unless you are favored by the goddess of luck.

"How is it?" Moore asked softly, while keeping an eye on his surroundings. The tacit understanding between the two brothers naturally needed no explanation.

"Two people, both adults, but one of them might be a woman. They left not long ago. We..."

"Let's catch up and see."

Daryl was interrupted by Moore before he could finish his words.

"Then let's go."

Although experience told Daryl that this was not safe, at least not secure, experience also told Daryl that there was no point in refusing.

It has been a long time, and the dividing line is still after Carl left. As long as there are traces of human activities, Moore will always follow and take a look.

As a result, the two of them experienced several life-and-death crises, but they still survived intact.

"Here, there are signs of broken branches."

"Here, this zombie's head was chopped off not long ago. It seems that those two people are quite skilled and their blow was fatal."

Daryl followed the trail while Moore was on guard all around. It was always like this. The two brothers had a great understanding of each other, so the danger this time was actually not that high.

There were only two people, and they were in the jungle that they were most familiar with. The most dangerous thing was that they discovered a stray gang in the urban area, and they almost ran into their guns while chasing them.

"If we weren't so skilled, we wouldn't be alive today, let alone running around in the jungle with just two people."

Moore curled his lips, then smiled, "Brother, I was the one who taught you these things. It seems that you are almost catching up with your brother."

"It's already been surpassed." Daryl replied indifferently.

"Haha, bro, do you want to compete with your brother?"

"Shh!" Daryl suddenly waved his hand and made a hushing finger.

Moore's playful expression suddenly disappeared. He used the dagger in his left hand to hold up the Browning pistol in his right hand, narrowed his eyes, and looked ahead.

"They're very close. The soil here is becoming moist. There's a water source nearby. They are probably staying near the water source." Daryl said softly.

Moore nodded, looked around, put away the pistol, and kept only the dagger.

"Old rules, bro."

"Yeah." Daryl nodded silently.

The so-called old rules are that if there are fewer people, you should sneak up on them first to subdue them and then slowly interrogate them; if there are more people, you should follow them first.

Since this "rule" can be called an old rule, it must have been practiced many times.

Of course, Daryl didn't want this to happen at the beginning, but after experiencing it several times in a row, he walked out confidently and wanted to talk to them first, but the other side just opened fire.

After experiencing such lessons several times, Daryl still felt that it was better to take the initiative into his own hands. It was too dangerous to just go out.

In this world, there is no trust between strangers at all. Even if you say you have no ill intentions, others may not believe you.

Besides, it's just a questioning, and if you think they are trustworthy, you can take them back to the camp. This is actually not too much to ask, at least from Daryl and Maul's point of view.

Of course, there have been some accidents in the process, but there is nothing we can do about it, and the probability is not high.

We can only hope that there won't be any surprises this time.

Maul had already entered the bushes and was slowly moving forward, while Daryl also continued forward with a crossbow.

By the creek,

Rick filled two of the canteens he carried with him and handed one to Michonne.

"Drink some, just this once. You know they are not good people. Killing them can be considered as getting rid of harm to the people."

Michonne took the kettle reluctantly, her eyes full of worry, "Rick, I don't mean anything else, I just feel that you seem to like killing a little bit, you shouldn't be like this."

"Michonne! What are you talking about?"

"careful!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the bushes behind Rick. Rick's first subconscious reaction was not to dodge, but to reach for the Colt Python at his waist.

However, this reaction was a little late, and coupled with the fact that all his attention was on Michonne, the figure had already knocked Rick down.

The moment Michonne screamed, she reached for the long knife behind her, and the blade, flashing with cold light, had already come out of her body, but Michonne's movement was abruptly stopped.

A crossbow arrow hit Michonne's cheek, cut off one of her dreadlocks, and nailed the dreadlock directly to the tree trunk behind Michonne.

Daryl had already loaded the second crossbow arrow and was slowly walking towards this side.

Moore was already riding on Rick, with a dagger on Rick's neck, subduing Rick.

Rick also wanted to resist, but he was too exhausted both physically and mentally over the past few days. In addition, the dagger was already at his neck, so Rick had to let go of his hands.

"Hey, guys, don't be nervous, we don't mean any harm." Moore said with a smile.Michonne's hand was still on the hilt of the knife, and she sneered disdainfully, "No ill will? Then your way of greeting is quite special."

"Hey, girl, put your hands down, or I'll let your friend bleed." Moore said with a wicked grin.

Daryl held the crossbow and tilted it slightly towards Michonne as a threat.

"Hands off, we really have no ill intentions, but we cannot allow potential danger to exist."

"Are you not in the same group as those people?" Michonne raised her eyebrows slightly and slowly put down her hands.

"Who?" Daryl frowned slightly, a little confused.

Michonne laughed dryly, "Haha, it's nothing, gentlemen, since you have no ill intentions, then what exactly do you want to do?"

"Your classmate doesn't seem to be convinced." Moore looked at Rick and smiled.

"More, business is more important." Daryl reminded with a frown.

"Okay." Maul curled his lips, restrained his frivolous look, looked at Rick, then looked at Michonne, and said seriously:

"We are going to ask you some questions. As long as you don't lie, I can guarantee that you can leave after we finish asking you."

"What's the problem?" Michonne raised her eyebrows.

"Have you been around here? Near Atlanta?"

"I guess so." Michonne nodded.

Moore asked seriously, "Have you ever seen a child?"

"Child?" Michonne was slightly stunned.

Rick, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, also opened his eyes a little.

"Yes, child, about eleven or twelve years old."

Moore nodded affirmatively.

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