The Walking Dead

Chapter 149

It was getting late, and Heber and his party, who were still staying outside, were caught in a dilemma.

The back of Heber's pickup was already filled with bags of cement, and Seth's team successfully found alternative construction tools.

Everyone arrived at the meeting point before the sun set, and the only one who didn't arrive was the three-person team of Jimmy, Beth and Amy who stopped by to search for daily necessities.

"Maybe they have already gone back, or let's go back to the prison first." Seth looked at Heber hesitantly. They had gathered here and waited for more than two hours, but they hadn't seen another car come back.

Heber shook his head slowly, with a dignified expression, "Jimmy has always been very timid. He can't leave the main force and go back by himself." What's more, there are two girls, Beth and Amy, in his car.Although Amy was young, she was smarter than the other two. If they hadn't been in trouble, they wouldn't have left without a word.

"Why don't we split into two groups now, one way to go back to report the news, and the other way to go to the town to look for it?" Morgan suggested in a low voice.They only have two cars now, and it is inevitable that they will be divided into two roads. The only choice is to look for them, or not to look for them.

"No, it's too late." Heber seemed to have made up his mind, turned around and walked to the car, "Now we have to prepare for the worst. We are here, and the biggest enemy is the Woodbury gang. If it wasn't for the zombies, it was probably caught by them.

With the current force of the three of them, even if they encountered a small group of zombies, they would not be wiped out, and there was not even a single person who came back to report. "

Heber removed the bags of cement from the truck body and threw them to the side of the road, "Throw away all unnecessary things on the truck! Don't leave anything except weapons and gasoline." He straightened up, looked around the crowd with restrained expression, "I think we're going to war."

Going back to report the letter requires a separate vehicle, but they only have two at present, so they can't split up and run. As long as they don't fight head-on, Heber thought, if the two children Katice and Devine are not counted, six people are enough. .

What's more, if the three of Amy are really captured, the governor's brutality may not necessarily allow them to support the rescue of the prison army.

He had to make a time difference to rescue his companions before the governor's men could react.

Hearing this, everyone started working silently to reduce the load in the car.Except for the newcomer Abigail, he subconsciously hugged his panic-stricken daughter Katisse, hesitantly said: "She is still a child, I can't..." It was completely beyond him to encounter this kind of thing on the first day. unexpected.

Abigail was not a coward, nor was he stupid, and knew that if he backed down at this point, he might be kicked out.However, his child was only ten years old, and even in other teams, she had never been allowed to touch knives and guns, let alone take the initiative to kill people or kill zombies.

"She is not the only child in the team, and she is not the youngest." The youngest is Pei Ji, and even he, the zombies he has eliminated so far can be lined up in a long line.Glancing at the little girl timidly hiding behind her father, Heber twitched the corners of her mouth, saying that the Field family is the most useful. The daughter and grandson are all up to date, which really makes him look good, "Of course, our purpose is to live , instead of going to die, so you can rest assured that I will not let untrained children rush to the front line."

With Heber's guarantee, Abigail finally felt relieved.

Sneaking into Woodbury is not something that happens once or twice, everyone is already familiar with it.Hebe led a group of people and drove to a mile outside the town. According to the old rules, they parked the car on the side of the road, leaving Abigail, Dewayne, Katisse, and the other five on their backs. Weapons, marching towards the town on foot.

They walked through dense woods, and a strip of shrubs that were half a man's height, until they reached a broad street.

The infiltration this time is obviously not as easy as before, and a lot of guards have been added to the front and rear doors.The gap in the side iron wall that originally allowed them to enter was also sealed tightly.

Morgan frowned: "What should we do? We don't have enough manpower to attack."

"No, you guys wait here for a while, I'll go in and find out first." Heber shook his head, directly denying the old man's proposal.

The height of the wall can't stop him at all, let alone a wall, even if a tall building is placed in front of him, Heber can climb the water pipe all the way to the top floor, "Without me Everyone, don’t act rashly.”

As soon as the words fell, the remaining four people saw only a black figure that quickly merged into the night. Not long after, a figure appeared on the outer wall of a seven-story apartment building at the corner of the fortification lined with guards ahead.

Heber clung to the footholds of the water pipe and the window sill, and like a gecko, he crawled upwards at a constant speed with ease, and disappeared into a half-open window after a short while.

Morgan exhaled heavily, lowered his body, and leaned back to the bushes: "He's gone in, we can only wait here now."

There are many more members patrolling the streets than usual, and there are even quite a few old people and young people.

This is not at all like the governor's original preference to maintain a decent style. It seems to be a general mobilization of the whole people.If it was just a guess that the three of them were probably here before, now, Heber is almost sure about this idea.

The night watchmen changed from the original two shifts to three shifts, with five people in each team.Standing on the high roof, he could have a clear view of the movement on the entire street. After feeling the situation clearly, Heber no longer hesitated, avoiding the patrol team and sneaking towards the direction of the interrogation room.

It was dark outside the interrogation room, and the governor's subordinates kept quiet as always. No one dared to turn on the lights and make noise outside in this environment surrounded by zombies. It would undoubtedly be courting death.

A black burly man with a longbow on his back came out from the inside, just in time to meet Martinez who came with two men.

"Shampat, have they recruited?"

The black man named Shumper shook his head, and Martinez pondered for a while: "I'll go in and have a look."

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Shumper. His thick lips moved, but he still couldn't help persuading him: "You better not get too involved in this kind of thing. I'll go and notify the governor."

Received the worried look from his friend, Martinez stopped, tilted his head to signal the two followers behind to go in first, and waited for the two to leave with interest, then smiled and patted Shumpert on the shoulder: "You don't have to worry about me , man, I know what I'm doing."

"If you really knew, you wouldn't have cut off the fingers of Griffith and Arman. I just said it as you are brothers. Even if Griffith is dead now, there is still an Arman Man, the person who has been able to endure it quietly until now is not a fuel-efficient lamp," Shumpert held his arm firmly, preventing Martinez from taking a step past him, "Stop being obsessed with it, the Governor is just I just treat you as a useful knife, you have already offended many people, if you continue like this, one day, you will not even know how you died!"

There was a bitter smile on Martinez's lips: "I don't know, the governor is just using me, but if we want to live better here, we have no choice." He gently but firmly pulled the incense stick. Pat's hand, striding into the cell without looking back.

Now that you have chosen this path, you can only keep going.Even if it is a knife, he must be the best and sharpest one. Only in this way, the hand holding the knife will keep him until the end when he chooses to discard his own tool.

Importantly, he never thought that the governor would fail.

Just as Heber was ambushing outside the interrogation room, waiting for an opportunity, the prison was already in chaos.

At this time, it was completely dark. Needless to say, everyone knew that something must have happened to the teammates who were out.Those left behind at the base camp split into two camps, arguing over whether to believe they would return safely, or to go out and find someone together.

Rick's head was almost hurt by their noise. Without Heber's strong suppression, his democracy was as beautiful as singing to these gangsters, without the deterrent power it used to have at all.

He raised his hands helplessly and pressed down: "Stop arguing, I decided that some people will stay in the base to guard, and the other part will go out with me to find someone."

"Among the people who went out, count me in." Tasia said without hesitation, no matter what, she would definitely go.

Darryl, who was standing beside him, put his arms around her shoulders, and tightened his arms in comfort, "I'll go too." He was not good at words, and he had nothing to say, he could only show his support for his girlfriend with actions.

"It's all gone, how can I be missing?" Moore squeezed over, putting his arm on his brother's shoulder, "Rick, you can also stay and guard the house."

Rick rolled his eyes in his heart, ignored Moore's constant language provocation, and finally ordered ten people to set off.

In addition to him and Tasia, Glenn, Maggie, and Sean, three new members were drawn, namely Telsey, Allen, and Michonne.

In this way, there are still fifteen members left behind in the prison, and even if there is any unexpected situation, they can handle it.

Patricia opened the warehouse and helped the people who were about to set off to move out stacks of munitions, watching everyone equip their upper body with weapons one by one with tears in their eyes.

The middle-aged woman held Tasia and Maggie's hands tightly, and the corners of her mouth squirmed: "You must come back safely."

Tasia hugged her heavily: "We will, don't worry."

The big man squeezed away the crowd, and stuffed two bottles of Coca-Cola bombs he had prepared into her hands: "Take this with you, if it's as easy to use as you say."

"Two are enough, give me the remaining eight bottles," Tasia smiled, "I'll try the power, if the effect is good, when you go out to collect supplies in the future, you can pay attention and move more Come back with some soda, I'll give you the extra!"

The big man scratched his head, grinned and nodded: "Hey, good!"

Not long after, two cars drove out of the prison gate one after the other. The night was heavy, and the road ahead was looming under the cover of the moonlight.