Chapter 205
Prison
Chapter 205 Back to Prison
Caesar had considered it thoroughly, and Herschel nodded in agreement.
"Since you have an idea, you can continue doing it."
After learning about each other, the two were speechless, and the atmosphere gradually became somewhat awkward.
Hershel, in particular, glared at Beth, as if complaining about why she had dragged him along.
He's over seventy years old, and he still has to help his daughter pursue men.
"You talk to him yourself," Hershel said, waving his hand and striding into the car first.
"Have you had breakfast?" Beth pursed her lips, her eyes blinking as she looked at Caesar.
Caesar understood Beth's meaning, smiled, and reached out to pat her head. "Let's get in the car first; we've got a lot to do today."
Caesar's affectionate gesture made Beth's heart race; the warmth from his hands traveled to her head, reaching deep into her heart.
Beth's face flushed red instantly, and she lowered her head shyly.
Caesar didn't notice Beth's blush and got into the passenger seat first. Only after closing the door did he see Beth still standing there, seemingly lost in thought.
"Beth, what are you standing there for? Get in the car."
"Oh, oh, I'm here." Beth looked up in a panic, nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and jogged to the back seat of the car.
Hershel was also sitting in the back seat. He raised an eyebrow and saw the blush on Beth's face.
Beth noticed Herschel's gaze and lowered her head shyly, as if trying to hide something.
Hershel shook his head and sighed deeply.
Just as the vehicle was about to start, Caesar caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing outside the window.
It was dark-skinned and strong, standing straight in place.
Upon closer inspection, Caesar realized it was T-shirt.
"T-boy, what are you doing standing here?"
T-boy strode closer, a hint of resentment flickering in his clear black and white eyes. "Boss, you've taken my seat."
Caesar then realized what was happening.
When Caesar goes out on missions, he usually sits in the back seat, T sits in the passenger seat, and Morales drives.
Now, Herschel and Beth are in the back seat, Caesar is in the front passenger seat, and Morales is still driving, so there's no room for T-boy.
"Uh—" Caesar glanced at the car behind them. "Why don't you take the car in the back?"
T looked out the car window and his gaze suddenly met Beth's. He nodded in realization, a rare moment of wit appearing on his face: "Boss, I understand."
After saying that, T ran to the back to find an SUV, forcefully pulled the person out of the passenger seat, and got in himself.
Caesar chuckled and shook his head. "That T-shirt guy."
"Never mind, let's drive."
Morales kept his eyes down, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
Caesar, who had spent a long time with Morales, immediately noticed his behavior.
During the drive, Caesar chatted with Beth casually.
Caesar had originally intended to discuss the development of the planting department with Herschel, such as building greenhouses to ensure a supply of fresh vegetables during the winter.
But Hershel seemed to have slept poorly last night, sitting in the car with his eyes closed, never opening them.
Caesar didn't want to disturb Hershel's sleep, and Morales' mouth seemed glued shut, refusing to open it.
Caesar also began to understand; it was probably Amy who had instructed Morales.
Caesar wasn't particularly unwilling; who wouldn't like a young and beautiful girl?
Besides, they don't want to break up your family; they're here to join you.
Just thinking about it makes me happy, doesn't it?
And this was arranged by Amy herself, so how could Caesar dare to disobey?
After a pleasant chat, the convoy arrived at the prison.
The blinding light fell on the prison, making the traces of yesterday's battle even clearer.
Most of the barbed wire was broken and dilapidated, with only a small portion still standing, but it did nothing to keep out the zombies.
Indeed, there were already quite a few zombies scattered around the scene.
They were all drawn here after the gunfight that took place yesterday.
Hershel, not quite aware of the situation, drew his steel gun and asked in confusion, "Caesar, how come there are so many zombies?"
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Caesar raised an eyebrow. "Walks are like those vultures that swarm around corpses; they can't wait to get closer at the slightest sound."
"Some zombies arrived yesterday. Since it wasn't early, the remaining staff probably wouldn't be able to clear them all out, so I had the people left behind stay inside the main prison."
"It wouldn't be good to avoid someone getting bitten or scratched at night."
Caesar's arrangements were very reasonable and meticulous.
At least that's how Beth saw it; with Herschel protecting her, she still looked at Caesar with admiration.
Caesar noticed Beth's gaze, glanced at her with a smirk, and said, "Let's go, let's clear out these outer zombies first."
With that, Caesar took an axe from the car, swung it twice to make a whooshing sound, and strode toward the horde of zombies.
Morales, carrying a machete, quickly followed Caesar.
The other combatants in the convoy picked up their weapons and joined the battle.
Upon seeing Caesar and his group, the horde of zombies instantly became excited, swerving forward with a fierce momentum, but moving very slowly.
Caesar noticed that these ancient corpses were becoming increasingly slow and fragile.
However, Caesar had no pity for them.
Dead people should die peacefully.
Caesar charged headlong into the horde of zombies, flicked his wrist, twirled his axe, and chopped vertically at one of them.
The merchant's head was like a piece of chopped firewood, forcibly inserted right in the middle.
Caesar twisted his wrist, and with a crisp cracking sound, a stench of decay wafted out.
This smell can evoke the deepest fears in humans, the genetically inherited fear of death—the scent of death belonging to one's own kind.
It is this smell that makes people vomit when they see a corpse.
For someone like Caesar, who had killed countless zombies, it was already a habit.
With a swift turn, he chopped off the heads of two zombies.
Caesar increased his speed, maintaining a safe distance from the surrounding walkers, and would strike their heads with an axe whenever one got too close.
If the walker moves away, go up to it and hit its head with an axe.
It can be said that under Caesar's powerful and heavy attack, very few zombies died intact.
Other combatants were also very skilled at killing zombies. Their killing actions were simple and unadorned, but to non-combatants, they always seemed to be taking it easy.
The number of zombies was not large, and they were quickly wiped out.
The axe was covered in a layer of viscous black blood. With a flick of his wrist, the blood drew a semicircle on the grass.
Caesar swung the axe again and shouted to the non-combatants, "That's enough, drive the car in."
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