The Walking Dead

Chapter 167

It was late at night, and there was no starlight except for the strangely bright moon hanging high above the pitch-black sky.

A truck was driving slowly along the winding and long expressway, leaving behind one by one the gloomy tree shadows on both sides of the road.

There were a lot of people sitting in the uncovered hood, and the cold wind blew across their faces. Tasia lifted up the hat attached to the T-shirt, curled up and buried her head in Darryl's chest.

"Sleep for a while, we'll be there soon," Darryl lifted his arms around her slender waist, unzipped his jacket, wrapped her in his arms, rubbed her cold little hands, and asked softly with his head down said, "Is it still cold?"

Nestling obediently in Darryl's arms, Tasia didn't make a sound, but just shook her head imperceptibly.

She's not cold, just a little tired.

She stared blankly at the fine lines of dark flowers on his neckline. She had never noticed that the clothes Darryl was wearing were not pure black.

When did it start to become different from what I had imagined?Tasia thought dazedly.

It turns out that many people take it for granted, but suddenly one day when they really make a decision, they realize that their mood is not as relaxed as they always thought.

Just like when the governor fought Darryl, she raised her weapon against him without hesitation.

She thought, the moment she pulled the trigger, she regretted it.

Tasia slowly closed her eyes, Darryl's warm breath enveloped her whole body, but Philip's shocked and angry eyes became more and more clear in her mind.

That scene seemed to be seared into her retina, and she stubbornly refused to let it go.

He was asking her why.Even without words, she seemed to be able to see the hurt in his eyes.

Tasia put her arms around Darryl's waist, she didn't want to think about it anymore, it made her feel like a complete liar.

Darryl seemed to sense it, he hugged her slightly into his arms, his chin lightly rested on the top of her hair, and patted her vest rhythmically, as if clumsily coaxing a wayward crying child .

The body swayed lightly, like a cradle that urges people to fall asleep.

The soldiers in the prison were leaning against the wall of the car with their guns in their arms, drowsy and sleepy, with a heavily tied man lying in the center beside their feet.As the vibration gradually revealed half of the side covered by the dark brown messy hair, the unstoppable smell of blood overflowed from his body.

Beside him, a little mummy whose whole body was bound by restraints was struggling desperately, trying to get close to that man, as if he was really its beloved father.

The rough green military truck slowed down slowly, and the front was where they parked the vehicle.At this time, they were surrounded by more than a dozen zombies. They were lying on the transparent car window in vain, stretching their necks to smell the remaining human scent in the car.

Morgan watched in disgust as they left trails of dirty slime on the window glass of his house with their black and purple tongues, and he clenched the shotgun in his hand: "Do you want to kill them all?"

"There are too many wounded people in the car, so don't cause trouble," Heber pursed his lips. Tonight's casualties have exceeded his expectations. Now he just wants to bring all the team members back to the base safely. Late."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator tightly, and directly knocked away a few walking corpses who staggered towards him, and crushed them. The dark brown degenerated plasma splashed and covered the entire front wheel.

The car body shook violently, and the governor lying in the middle of the crowd twitched his eyelashes. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.The loss of blood made his mind dizzy, and it took him a long time to focus on the pair of men and women who were hugging and cuddling each other.

Even among so many people, even if their clothes were dirty and there were dark red blood stains on their faces and hands, he could still recognize that woman at a glance.

his sister.

The governor panted and turned his head slowly. The gunshot wound on his waist seemed to be burning, a burning reminder of its existence. He wanted to touch it with his hands, but just as he moved, he found that his arms were tightly bound by ropes.

There was the shattered roar of the zombies beside his ears, and the small head was randomly arched around his neck, trying to open his mouth through the white cloth belt and take a bite.

The Governor stopped his movements and looked up at the sky feebly. The huge moon seemed to fall down on him, cold and oppressive.

He didn't turn his head to look at the zombie that looked exactly like Petunia, and he didn't care about the messy hair that was rubbed by it. He just quietly looked at the dazzling full moon above his head, unable to tell whether it was joy or sadness. .

She said she missed his wife, she said she was his sister, the sister who escaped death.

Then?Then she ran off, taking the supplies he had collected, and weapons.

The governor chuckled silently.Just when he had just opened his heart, thinking that his hopeless life could be redeemed, she ran away.

In the beginning, he only had Petunia in his heart, but Tasia stepped in regardless, telling him day after day that she was his sister, the only sister.The life of death seems to have a new direction.

He believed, but the result of his trust was a crushing defeat. He lost to a woman who he wanted to protect wholeheartedly.

I really hate her, I wish I could tear her to pieces, I wish I could let her cry and kneel at his feet begging for his forgiveness.He fantasized all night long that one day, he would catch her with his own hands, torture her, and make her regret what she did!

Whenever he thought of Tasia, he saw how ridiculous his foolish trust was.

But he was still bewitched, and couldn't help but think about her smiling face, her sweet and sticky call, brother-in-law, her pulling his sleeves and acting like a baby in order to improve Pei Ji's life, thinking of her helplessly treating her... Petunia said, be good, don't make trouble...

He thought that Tasia, who loved the children so much, had a heart as soft as her appearance.

No matter how many times he thought about how to torture her after catching her, how to pry her disobedient mouth open, no matter how much he hated her for trampling on his precious feelings and discarding it like a scrap.However, at the moment when the real battle opened fire, Philip did not point his gun at Tasia.

Even though she was the closest to him, he locked his target on Darryl.

Strange isn't it?He obviously hated her so much, but subconsciously chose to avoid her.He didn't hurt her a finger, as if he was sure she wouldn't hurt him either.

But at the next moment, he heard a gunshot, turned his head, and what was reflected in his pupils was Tasia's cold expression and the gun barrel in his hand with faint blue smoke.

The zombie next to his ear was still growling, and the governor's eyes gradually began to blur. After a while, he blinked, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth to force a stiff smile, and made a mouth shape towards the bright moon.

fraud.