The Walking Dead

Chapter 140

The big man dawdled, and slowly approached Moore who was staring at him fiercely, sweating from the baton in his hand.

He glanced back at Oscar and Tasia, their expressions were full of encouragement and approval.He made up his mind, turned his head and raised his weapon high. As Heber said, he would be punished for doing something wrong, and Moore deserved it.

He closed his eyes abruptly, struck down with a stick,

"Fuck your mother, I'm going to kill you," the furious Moore suddenly stood up against the pressure of T-Boy and Glenn on his shoulders, half-kneeling to prop himself up, and threw himself at him, the two big men couldn't hold back Enraged, Moore could only forcefully cut back his hands and press down.

The big man took two steps back in fright, and after realizing it, his whole body trembled with anger.He can scold him and beat him, but he can't insult his mother, she is the best person in this world to him!

"There are still nineteen sticks." Heber's voice sounded calmly from behind.

Moore, who was pushed back to the ground by the two of them again, was a little desperate, and the cold concrete ground pressed against his cheek.

He can be defeated by a more powerful person, but his unruly heart can't bear it, and one day he will be executed by a stupid coward!

Looking sideways at the people watching around, his eyes swept over their faces one by one, Moore suddenly wanted to laugh, he seemed to be isolated by people again.That's right, a rotten person like him shouldn't try to integrate into the so-called collective at all.

The insignificant pain on his body was far less than the hatred in his heart.

The scene that has repeatedly appeared in the dream countless times seems to be staged again in reality.

His drunken mother took off his shirt and tied him up, and the three-finger-wide belt slapped him on his immature and naked back, just because he was so hungry and stole the money she hid in the mattress, and ran out to buy bread for himself and his brother .

From the day he was able to support himself, no one could trample him under his feet in such an unbearable manner.

He will kill him, he swears!

The feeling of being abandoned was like a big hole had been gouged out in his heart, and the pain made him want to suffocate.Moore is still holding on, refusing to admit that he will be sad, even more sad than he imagined.

He clenched his teeth, still oozing a faint salty taste from his mouth.As the batons fell one after another, the warmth in his heart, like a flame in the wind, gradually faded away, and the long-forgotten wolf nature also slowly surfaced again.

"Idiot, are you tickling me?" Moore taunted the fat man whose hands were limp from the beating, and slowly clenched his fists with his hands folded behind his back. Bigger than yours, maybe I should show you how it counts as real punishment.

You remind me, after tonight, you have to be on guard all the time.

Someone will stab your heart from behind with a knife, then disembowel you, take out all your organs, make specimens and hang them on the wall. "

His voice was strangely flat, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen that wonderful scene.

The big man was frightened, he couldn't understand the thinking of this kind of person at all, he just wanted to escape instinctively.

No matter how stupid he was, he could still hear that the killing intent in Moore's words was true. Many people with such tone came in the prison. They were all vicious murderers with no less than ten lives in their hands.

Moore is really determined to kill him!The big man turned his head to look at Heber wanting to cry without tears, he didn't want to lose his life just for a bottle of Coke, that would be too cheap!

"There are still five sticks." Heber's voice was still calm, as if he hadn't heard his vicious declaration at all.

The big man stepped back and shook his head, his hands trembling too much to hold the weapon.

A big hand held the baton in his hand, and Heber slowly pulled it out, looking at him with indescribable disappointment: "If you can't overcome the fear in your heart, you will never be a real fighter. "

It suddenly raised high and hit Moore's buttocks hard, bringing out a miserable scream!

Hebe remained expressionless, and the movements in his hands kept a constant speed, and they fell on Moore's body one by one.Every time he was beaten with a stick, his skin was torn apart and his heart ached, but he was controlled so as not to hurt his muscles and bones.

The pain caused by his blow is far more than the sum of the big man's fifteen sticks!

Moore twitched and lay on the ground, unable to maintain the fierceness on his face anymore, beads of sweat dripped from his head.

It wasn't until the blood soaked the fabric of his buttocks that Heber threw away the baton casually: "Carry him in for medicine."

Daryl, who couldn't bear it any longer, hurried forward, lifted his brother's body and went upstairs quickly.

Tasia stopped Heber hesitantly: "Dad, are you going too far..." She knew that Heber would punish him, but she didn't expect him to hit him so hard.

After all, Moore is Darryl's eldest brother and her life-and-death partner. If the big man strikes, she has nothing to say. His hand strength is limited, and no matter how painful it is, it won't hurt there.But Heber is different. Even with a mere stick, he can knock out an ordinary person. With such force on Moore, she felt her heart clenched as she watched from the sidelines.

The people around did not leave, they were silent in unison, waiting for Heber's explanation.

Looking around, Heber suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that the effect was better than expected: "Don't you all hate him? What's the matter with this expression of uneasy conscience? Everyone should celebrate, From now on, Moore will never dare to provoke anyone privately again."

He stepped up and walked outside, stopped at the door, turned his head and shook his index finger at the people looking at each other, "Also, everyone must remember, don't fight, don't fight, don't let me catch, anyone who can Things that make me unhappy.

Moore's fate is your example. I hope everyone can learn from it and don't make the same mistake again.There are laws in prisons, too, understand? "

Rick's blue eyes were full of unbelievable astonishment, Heber smiled slightly, looked back and turned away.He doesn't need people's hearts at all, as long as he can achieve his goal, he will let it go.

He said that when necessary, he will implement tough measures. It seems that the comfortable life has been too long, and they have forgotten the coercion of the dictator.

Moore?It's just unfortunate that he became the first sacrifice under his iron-blood policy.If there were others who dared to challenge his authority, Heber wouldn't mind doing it a second time to set another example for them.

The men guarded Moore's bed, and when he hit the last stick, he also passed out.

The fabric and skin of the trousers stuck together, and Herschel had to use scissors to cut it open.The flesh and blood on the buttocks turned up, it was horrible, Darryl gritted his teeth and turned his head, the back of his hand on the steel bed was bruised.

The big man stood at the door and looked in, Oscar pulled behind him: "Go down, I think if Moore wakes up, he won't want to see us here."

Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at Oscar hesitantly, dodging his eyes, and finally lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry, if I hadn't filed a complaint, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's not your fault," Oscar sighed, and he didn't know how to describe the entanglement in his heart. Moore was at fault, but the crime didn't end there.At least he didn't act ruthlessly when he snatched the big man's belongings. Heber's behavior was really beyond everyone's expectations, "Let's go, wait for him to wake up, and see the situation before coming up."

In the middle of the night, Moore started to have a high fever and kept talking nonsense.

"Mom, stop beating, I didn't mean to..."

"Darryl...don't cry...Brother is..."

Pei Ji couldn't bear it any longer, and fell asleep in the upper bunk.

Darryl and Tasia, who stayed by the bed all night, were almost heartbroken by Moore's raving.The medicine fed to him was spit out again intact.

With tears in her eyes, Tasia pried open his teeth again, watching Darryl pour the medicine and water into his mouth: "... Darryl, I'm sorry."

"No, don't mention it now," Darryl covered Moore's mouth, forcing him to swallow.Yi Wrong stared at his elder brother's pale face, his lips were tightly pressed into a slit, and he shook his head to interrupt her, "I'm not in the mood to hear these words now."

No matter how bad Moore was, he was also his elder brother. He couldn't help but discuss with her whether Heber's actions were right or wrong at this moment.

Tasia's lips twitched, and the words twirled on the tip of her tongue three times, but she didn't say anything more.She knew people's chills about this, and she also understood Darryl's repressed anger, and she could even vaguely feel why Heber had to do this.

However, she couldn't speak out to defend Heber, even she herself couldn't accept such a scene.Moore had never been so weak, even in a coma, he still begged and shed tears.

Mixed in the profuse sweat, those few tears were almost invisible. It was not his body that Hebe crushed, but Moore's fragile self-esteem.

It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that Darryl and Tasia left the room with his finally calming breathing.

Everyone started the day's work as usual, and Herschel took the initiative to stay and take care of the sleeping Moore because of his leg injury.

The schedule for cleaning up Area B was advanced by Heber. For a team that lacked a main force, such a severe task seemed particularly inhumane.Tasia was about to speak, but was stopped by Darryl, who accepted the arrangement without saying a word, raised the crossbow and walked out of the cell first.

She sighed and turned to follow.

The remaining four people in the team took a deep look at Heber, picked up their weapons and left one after another without hesitation.

After entering Area B, everyone wisely avoided Daryl's bad luck, and Tasia didn't know how to break the deadlock.He was more silent today than usual, and for the whole day, he didn't say anything except a few necessary explanations.

Darryl seemed to vent all his frustration and anger on the zombies, one after another monsters fell under his non-stop crossbow arrows.

Just when she thought that this stalemate could only be resolved after Moore woke up, a group of people who had completed the task and returned to the safe area with difficulty heard the news that Moore had disappeared.

"I don't know what's going on," Heschel explained helplessly, never expecting this kind of thing to happen, "He said he wanted to drink hot water, so I went downstairs to boil it for him, but when I went upstairs, nothing happened. Goodbye to his people."

"Have you checked everything?" Heber's face was serious.

"I checked." Hershel quickly spread out Moore's personal belongings, "He didn't bring anything, only a few bottles of medicine were missing."

Bringing nothing means that Moore will drag his weak body unarmed and face the zombies wandering outside the fence alone!

Darryl couldn't stay here for a moment, he raised the crossbow, turned around and walked towards the gate quickly.

"Do you want to find him?" Heber who stood in front of him was as serious as a mountain. Although it was a question, he didn't intend to get his answer at all.

"He's my big brother, my only real big brother!" Darryl couldn't control his anger anymore.