The Walking Dead

Chapter 158

10 minutes ago, the governor stood in the middle of the blood-stained clearing in his cell in Woodbury's interrogation room compartment.

After a suffocating silence, two words popped out from between his tightly pursed lips: "...Where is the person?"

The little guard who was hiding next to him shivered, and stood up timidly: "Martin, Martinez led the others to chase after him." The governor turned his head suddenly, and cast his deep eyes on him like sharp knives. The little man who was terrified took a big step back in an instant, broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly defended submissively, "There are a lot of people here, they rushed in and shot, everyone was unprepared, Shumper, Shumper... "

The governor looked at his cowardly appearance with disgust. It was because Woodbury still had such a coward that those bastards succeeded again and again. He really didn't want to say another word to that coward, and turned around with his gun in his hands. go out.

Everyone else went after the fugitives, why is he still staying in this place where there are no prisoners left?It's just because I'm afraid of death.

Several members of the guard brought by the governor glanced at the trembling little man, raised their weapons and followed indifferently.They can already foresee the ending of the little man, and after the leader cleans up the gangsters, he will not let him go so easily. Since he is already dying, why should others waste their sympathy? .

In the room behind him, there were several corpses lying on the ground.

At the position closest to the door, Shumper, whose throat had been cut, tilted his head and stared in the direction of the exit.

His cheeks were pressed against the ground, covered with dirty dust and radioactive blood spots, his chin was completely immersed in a small pool of blood under his neck, his longbow fell behind the door, and was caught by passing people. People kicked aside at will.

The backs of people stepping out of the door one after another were reflected in his dull and dilated pupils.If he could know in advance that some friends are not necessarily true friends, perhaps he would not die so unexpectedly and aggrievedly...

All the armed personnel left there, only the little man tightly clenched the carbine in his hand, moved to Shumpert's body step by step, and slowly bent down to cover his eyes with shaking hands.

The pursuers who followed were finally thrown away, and a group of fleeing people turned into an alley in embarrassment.

It's not that they don't want to fight the enemy aggressively, there is really no way, six people with two seriously wounded, they don't have the capital to fight.

If it hadn't been for Amy's insistence that she didn't need someone to carry her back, their marching speed would have been even more difficult.

"Hebe, Hebe," Seth, who was running beside Hebe and protecting Jimmy, suddenly grabbed his arm and said eagerly, "We can't run like this anymore, we have to stop and help Jimmy bandage up. Otherwise he won't be able to hold on!"

Jimmy lay unconscious on Heber's back, his face was like gold paper, his lips were pale, if he hadn't put his fingers under his nose, he could hardly feel him breathing.

Running for his life with a weight of more than 100 kilograms on his back, he had to be careful not to bump the child's wound. Even Heber, who had extraordinary physical strength, began to sweat on the top of his head.Hearing this, he didn't care to wipe off the sweat dripping down his brows, and quickly bent over to put Jimmy down slowly.

"Jimmy, Jimmy!" When we parted in the morning, he was still a lively sunny boy. When we met again, he was tortured into such a pitiful appearance on the verge of death. Heber felt unspeakably uncomfortable and self-conscious responsibility!

"Good boy, wake up, don't sleep, Jimmy!" Heber half hugged him, and gently patted Jimmy's face with his callused palm.

His brows were slightly frowned, his lips moved, and he let out a groan: "It hurts." Everyone was sympathetic.

Seth lifted the hem of his clothes with a look of reluctance. There was hardly a piece of good flesh on the young boy's skinny skin. The biggest wounds were wrapped up with white cloth strips. The material looked like it was on some kind of clothes. It's the same as being forcibly torn off.

Among the three prisoners, Beth, who was the only one who was able to walk normally, covered her face with one hand, and tears overflowed from the crevices of her fingers covered with small wounds.After a while, she sniffed her nose firmly, wiped away her tears, and said with a sob: "I have treated him in prison, but he has too many injuries, and I can barely cover the big wound."

"His ribs were broken, we need a stretcher." After carefully touching the bones of the young man, Heber finally spoke, his voice was bleak and filled with deep hatred.

When everyone heard the words, their hearts turned cold.

This sentence undoubtedly pronounced his death sentence.

They were running for their lives, with pursuers behind them and zombies in front of them.Where could they find the stretcher he needed at a time like this?

Amy, who was supported by Maggie and Glenn, broke the silence. She barely stood up straight: "He has endured such a difficult time in the cell... As long as Jimmy can hold on, no matter what, we will You can’t just give up like that.”

"Of course we can't give up, we will definitely take him home." Hebe lowered his eyes, the boy in his arms was so vivid in his memory.He was ruthlessly kicked out of the prison area by himself, and wept bitterly when facing the zombies, so that he had to take the lead in helping him clean up.

I also once begged myself pitifully, if I could run less laps after dinner, and because of a mistake, I was limped by myself, lying on the bed, looking at Moore, who was also crippled, and sympathized with each other...

Over the past few months, even if Heber didn't say anything, he actually loved these children in the prison as if they were his own children, although the way he loved them was not flattering. .

Heber's eyes were dry and stinging, and he tightened his arms.

Go home, yes, he's taking Jimmy, Amy, and Beth home!

"It doesn't matter if there is no stretcher. There are not many other things in Woodbury. There are many vacant houses. We can remove the door panels. As long as we can carry him back, we can use anything," Heber gritted his teeth, and put Jimmy on the ground to lie down. Ping stood up abruptly, "Oscar and I are looking for tools together, you guys find a place to hide here, we will definitely be back within 15 minutes!"

The rest of the people did not hesitate, and immediately separated three people, carefully picked up Jimmy, and moved him to the depths of the alley to hide.

Across a street, there are row upon row of shops. The doors of the shops are mostly glass or rolling doors, and almost none of them can be used.Without hesitation, the two of Heber walked across the pavement to the residential area behind.

"I don't have a screwdriver or a screwdriver, so I can only dismantle it violently." Oscar looked at a solid wooden door of just the right size and smiled wryly. The bag is on.

"Violent demolition is for sure, but not this door," Heber walked sideways past him, pushed the door and walked into the room. The fabric sofa in the room was covered with cobwebs. He opened a glass door one meter wide. Standing still, "Only the frame is made of wood, which is much lighter than solid wood."

Looking at the simple and practical "stretcher" in front of Heber, and then looking at the exquisitely carved solid wood gate in front of him, Oscar couldn't help feeling embarrassed. It's just that people who can be leaders are different, and he should be more thoughtful.

He didn't say much, and walked directly to Heber, and the two took out their sabers, and started to move around the target.

At the same time, at the entrance of the alleyway where the remaining six people were hiding, a man in military boots paused for a moment, raised his hand and gestured to the three armed team members behind him, and then lightened his steps.

A group of people slowly pushed forward in the direction of the remnant soldiers who still knew nothing about it.