The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

Sean was stunned. His whole body and mind were in a state of shutdown at this moment, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyelids, then opened them again, still in disbelief, and rubbed them with his hand.

In front of him, just outside the door, only a few dozen meters away, that familiar figure was exactly the same as usual.

No, he had grown a little taller, and his chubby cheeks had become more angular, but that was definitely him, and he was someone he would never mistake.

The change was not that big. No, even if it was big, Sean was sure that he would not fail to recognize Carl.

At this moment, Sean even felt like he was dreaming. How could Carl appear so suddenly? It was too unrealistic.

But Sean's eyes told him that it was indeed Carl, and Carl did appear, with these people.

Too many doubts, puzzles, and disbelief surged into Sean's mind, and he even forgot that he was still answering an extremely difficult multiple-choice question.

"Damn it, look who I saw." Moore also rarely showed an expression of disbelief, and even like Sean, he couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hands.

Moore asked in a low voice, not quite sure, "Brother, help me check if I am seeing things wrong."

Daryl's eyes were also filled with shock, but he still said in a low voice with certainty:

"No, no, it is Carl. He seems to be different from Glenn. He was not kidnapped. He seems to be in the same group as those people. He seems to have a good relationship with the leader of that group."

"Damn it, it's been so long, and that kid has infiltrated that group? I said that kid would die, what do you think! Ah! You old man still have foresight! I said that kid can't die!"

More excitedly grabbed Daryl's clothes.

Daryl reluctantly opened Maul's arm and said quickly;

"Stop making trouble, keep your voice down. Now is not the time for you to go crazy. There may be secret sentries arranged by them nearby. Be careful not to be discovered. Maybe we need to think carefully about how to rescue Glenn and Carl now."

Maul nodded, quickly regaining his composure, and whispered, "We should get closer."

"This distance is already dangerous."

"No, you can get closer, maybe there will be a chance."

At this time, Daryl and More were already outside the prison, in the woods behind the Governor and his entourage.

…

The Governor looked at Sean's expression, frowned, then turned back and asked softly,

"Carl, do you want to get back to the car?"

"No sir." Carl shook his head.

The Governor's face became even uglier, and his voice became a little dull, "Get back in the car, Carl, you will be obedient, right?"

"No." Carl shook his head heavily, and this time his voice had a firmer tone. He raised his head and looked at the Governor, looking straight at the Governor.

"Sir, I'm sorry!"

"What?" The governor was slightly stunned, and then he saw a black muzzle of a gun pointed at him, with the muzzle raised at an angle of nearly 30 degrees.

"Sir, I'm sorry." He said softly, then turned his head and shouted to Sean, "Sean, open the door!"

"Carl! What are you doing?" The Governor was a little dazed, a little confused, and a little unbelievable, and slowly approached Carl.

Karl said coldly, "Stop, sir, you taught me that when you hold a gun against someone you are not sure you can subdue with your bare hands, it is best not to let him get within three meters of you.

So, we should keep our distance, a critical distance, otherwise I will pull the trigger, and this is what you taught me, sir.

When you point a gun at someone, you must not hesitate. If you hesitate, it is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go."

"Carl? What are you doing? What does this mean? You're pointing a gun at me? You can actually point a gun at me?"

The Governor was still in disbelief, totally unable to believe it, it was like a dream, a nightmare.

"Carl! What are you doing? Put the gun down right now!"

Martinez jumped down from the armored vehicle, yelled at Carl, raised the rifle in his hand to threaten him, but hesitated and put it down again.

But the others are not so sentimental, Tim, Crowley, Alan...

Except for a few people, Shumpert looked at Carl and the Governor with complicated eyes, deep gaze, and said nothing.

Joseph was already leaning against the tank, fiddling with his M500 hand cannon, while looking at Carl and the Governor jokingly with an expression as if he was enjoying a good show.

The others, more than ten people, nearly twenty people, all raised their guns and pointed them at Carl.

"Kid, put your gun down now, or we'll shoot you to pieces in an instant."

"Little ghost, are you looking for death?"

…

There was a noisy sound, and rifles were pointed at him.

Inevitably, Carl's heartbeat began to accelerate, but the emotion called nervousness could no longer affect any of Carl's actions.

Carl knew that what Tim said about being able to beat himself into a sieve in an instant was not an exaggeration at all, and was even a bit modest.

If so many large-caliber rifles were to fire at the same time, it would only take a few seconds for me to turn into a pile of rotten meat.

But so what? I am definitely not the kind of person who can sacrifice myself for a cause.

But you can do it for a reason, such as for someone, or for yourself.

Maybe it's not that bad, just a possibility.

"Hehe..." Carl laughed, a little wildly. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had laughed so wildly.Even though I had laughed very sincerely many times in Woodbury, that was not the real me, at least not the complete me.

Carl still had a smile on his face, and said to the Governor, "Sir, tell them to put down their guns."

Then Karl glanced at the people holding guns around him and quickly retracted his gaze, saying calmly,

"Gentlemen, I still believe that the greatest invention of human civilization is the gun.

It does not have a very high technological content, it does not require overly delicate parts, nor does it require overly advanced technology.

Just hold it, no matter if you are an old man with half of his body buried in the ground, or a child or teenager who has not yet developed, just hold it.

Then, by pulling the trigger, one can unleash terrifying lethality, which to a certain extent changes the gap in individual human power.

Just hold it, and I am holding it now, gentlemen, you can believe it and you know it.

I only have to pull the trigger, and your Governor, my sir, will have his head blown off, just as you always do to the zombies."

"Boy, a pistol makes you so arrogant. Can't you see the situation clearly? We have dozens of rifles!"

Carl nodded and chuckled;

"Of course I know that, but whether it's a pistol or a rifle, as long as the hit is accurate, there's actually not much difference for humans.

Also, I understand not only guns, but also the human body. You can kill me, but I have already given an order to my fingertips, a death order.

Even if I die, my nerves won't fail that quickly. In other words, it doesn't matter whether you shoot me in the head or in the heart.

Or I can fire this shot."

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