The Walking Dead

Chapter 120

The hand on Martinez's shoulder paused for a moment, and an unknown smile gradually appeared on the Governor's lips: "Very well, then send them all to the medical room." He increased the strength of his hand and patted again. His shoulders, the governor turned and went out, "Remember to tell Dr. Stevens, I will visit her patients later."

It wasn't until the footsteps faded away that Martinez looked up. He thought, he was right.

He looked down at the four severed fingers on the coffee table in front of him, and after a while, he lowered his body and picked up the tray and walked slowly towards the trash can.What the governor needs is someone who can help him clean up the garbage like this. He can do all the dirty and invisible things for him.Crowley couldn't do such a thing, but he could.

He will become the sharpest sword in the governor's hand, a sword that no one can replace.

"You are just a running dog. If you do things so terribly, you will be punished if you are careful." Griffiths, who was dragged into the infirmary, did not have a piece of his body intact, but the more embarrassed he looked, he looked at Martinez's eyes grew more venomous.

Martinez glanced at his left hand that was still dripping with blood, and the palm missing three fingers looked particularly abrupt: "You'd better save some effort, not every time I use torture, I will ask someone to help you healing."

Closing the door to block the innocuous sight, Martinez lightly brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves and shoulders, passed Alman who temporarily stopped the bleeding and waited outside the door, slowly step away.There are still many things waiting for him to do, but it is just a lie of a prisoner, there is no need to worry about it at all.

In the inner room of the apartment, the fish tank full of human heads on the left wall exudes a gleaming green light. The Governor sat on the sofa, took a sip of the strong wine, then put down the glass, and handed the small bowl full of meat to the chained Before the chained daughter.

Seeing her hurriedly grabbing the blood dripping meat from the bowl, she stuffed it into her mouth, dripping blood covered most of her small face.

The governor couldn't help frowning, no matter how many times he had seen such a scene, he still couldn't get used to it.

Whenever this time, he always misses Tasia especially.In the days when she was around, little Petunia was always taken care of. He only needed to let his daughter out for a hug and talk when he wanted to share the family relationship.

Instead of being reminded by her behavior at any time like now, his Petunia is different from other children.

"Look how dirty you are now, Petunia, you must want to be with Tasia too, don't you? Don't worry, Dad will help you get her back. If she wants to run away again, Let's just break her legs, okay?"

It doesn't matter whether she is telling the truth or lying.Even if it is fake, as long as the result is the same, what does it matter what the process is?

The gentle smile on the governor's face looked even more strange under the light.

At this time, Tasia, who was missed by the perverted governor, didn't know where to go to have fun.

Darryl didn't care either, the prison was only that big, and when she was tired from playing, she would naturally know to come back to find something to eat.He whistled in a good mood, and nailed a cement nail on one side of the wall of the iron door of the cubicle. When Patricia found the right fabric, he could help her put the door curtain on.

Daryl took a step back, looked at the heights on both sides, and nodded with satisfaction.Yes, it will be more perfect if you add a wire.

"Hi, long time no see, Patricia said, you need a door curtain here." Carol appeared at the door hesitantly, raising her hand to signal the light blue fabric folded in her hand.

Seeing her, Darryl was a little surprised, but he still replied, "Thank you." He took the cloth casually, shook it off and looked at it.There are dark blue flowers on the light blue background, it doesn't look like new, it has been washed a little white, but if it is just used as a door curtain, it is already very good.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't talk too much," Carol opened her mouth in embarrassment as she looked at Darryl who was gesturing to himself.She should be very happy that they could return to the team without incident, but just heard Patricia tell herself that Daryl wants to get a larger piece of fabric from her, and wants to give Tasia a piece of fabric. Putting up a door curtain, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, "We have too few things now. If it's not necessary, I think you can persuade Tasia to save as much as possible."

The first people to arrive at the prison had no curtains on the compartments, not even Lori and Rick.It's not that everyone doesn't want to install that thing. On the one hand, a lot of things have happened during this period, and everything has not settled down. People haven't had time to put their minds on protecting their privacy.

On the other hand, it is true that there is a shortage of supplies now. Heber and Rick and the others only cared about cleaning up the inside of the prison, and did not start going out.

The piece of cloth she brought was used as a curtain to block the wind when she lived in a big tent outside.At the thought of decorating Tasia's room with the things she washed cleanly, Carol's heart ached like a needle.

Hearing this, Darryl paused for a moment, and the eager look on his face faded away. He raised his eyes to look at Carol, and simply rolled up the cloth in his hand, and put it into her hands: "If you want to live a happy life Better yet, you can't just think about thrift, what you need most is to go out and find more things.

Also, I came up with the door curtain, so don't blame Tasia, she's not as ignorant as you think. "If he had known that his enthusiasm would bring such malicious speculation to Tasia, he would rather drive out to find it by himself than ask Patricia.

"No, Darryl, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that," Carol hurriedly explained, holding the cloth ball stuffed into her arms helplessly, "I'm really glad that you all came back safely... "Even if she knew that he was preparing for Tasia, even if she cared deeply, wouldn't she still come here?"She just, just couldn't help but want to complain.

Before she finished speaking, Darryl picked up the crossbow leaning against the foot of the bed, and straddled his back diagonally: "You don't need to say it, I understand, and I can understand, I'll go to Moore to discuss something, you feel free .”

"Darryl," looking at Darryl who had already stepped out of the door, Carol reached out and grabbed his clothes anxiously, "I have something to tell you!"

Darryl was taken aback, stopped and slowly turned his head, his eyes moved down, and finally stopped at the hand that was holding his hem.Carol's hand shape is very beautiful, that hand is slender and dry, it looks like it has done too much housework and has not been properly maintained.

Darryl suddenly understood what was going on with the feeling of disobedience all the time. He frowned slightly, and his expression gradually became alienated: "Let go, just say what you have, I'm listening."

Under his gaze, the back of the hand clutching the clothes felt almost burnt. Carol let go of her hand in embarrassment, and turned her back behind her: "I'm sorry, I just want to say, I want to say..." Maybe it was her It was the last chance, and she mustered up the courage to look into Darryl's eyes, "I like you. I fell in love with you a long time ago, maybe so long before I went to the farm."

Yes, she likes him.

When Darryl rescued her from Ed's beating again and again, when he put the Cherokee rose in front of her, when Daryl was alone and went out to find her daughter Sophia, When he descended in front of her who was running wildly like a god, she fell deeply in love with this man who spoke few words but protected her again and again.

She looked up at the man standing in front of her with expectant fiery eyes.

Darryl, I like you, how about you?

The atmosphere gradually froze, and Darryl still didn't say a word, but his brows frowned more and more tightly.

Carol's heart gradually cooled down, she forced a smile, but her voice trembled as if she was about to cry: "It's okay, this is just my own business, you don't need to answer me."

"I'm sorry, I don't know when I gave you this illusion," Darryl struggled to decide on his tone for Carol's sudden confession, which made it difficult for him who was not good at words, " I already have Tasia, she is very good, and the relationship between us is also very good. I don't know how to tell you, you should understand, I only have her in my heart, whether it is now or in the future."

While talking, Darryl suddenly smiled.He thought that he should express his position more directly. As he said, the relationship between him and Tasia cannot accommodate others. Two people are just right, and three are too many: "Before her, I never had the idea of ​​having a girlfriend.

Even just now, I realized that you are also a woman.Sorry, hope I say this, you won't be too sad. "