Chapter 28
: Running Away in the Face of Battle?
A few scattered walkers emerged from around the plaza. Daryl, no longer wasting words, ran and shouted:
"Kill the zombies!"
Daryl paused while running, then raised his hand and fired his crossbow.
Right in the middle of the walking corpse!
Moore shook his head and chuckled, stepping towards the walker and muttering, "Looks like you won't be able to do without your brother by your side."
With a shout, Moore drew his machete and swiftly sliced off the neck of a zombie.
The two captains charged forward, and the remaining team members quickly dispersed, roaming the square, killing zombies, and pushing shopping carts.
One truckload after another, loaded into the pickup trucks.
And in the market.
Glenn took a couple of breaths, looked around at his teammates, and said seriously, "Be careful, everyone."
Glenn knew he might not be up to the task as captain, but he still wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as captain.
"Okay, okay," Bobby said impatiently. "Just open the door already."
Jimmy glanced at him, and Bobby immediately shut his mouth.
The thin Clark glanced at Bobby, his eyes flashing with a dark light, and tightened his grip on his weapon.
Hugh and Wayne, two middle-aged men, glanced at the others and took two steps back.
Glenn stopped talking and went forward to push open the door.
creak-
Sunlight gradually crept inside as the door turned.
By the time Glenn could see inside, he realized something was wrong and turned to shout, "Run!"
But just as he turned around, several blue crows grabbed Glenn and pulled him inside.
Jimmy, who was standing next to him, still had time to slash back a few times, but things didn't go as planned, and Jimmy was also dragged inside.
Bobby was positioned slightly back, and before he could turn around, a force pushed him inside, and pain shot through his back as warm liquid flowed out.
The next moment, Bobby felt countless gaping mouths snapping at him, and the wound on his back was ripped open, splattering blood everywhere.
"ah--"
Poppy screamed in agony, and the nearby walkers all reached out their claws at her.
In an instant, Bobby was torn to pieces.
Hugh and Wayne ran back a few meters and turned around to find that no walkers were chasing them.
Clark, gripping the sharp blade tightly, trembled slightly, but the smile on his face grew wider and wider: "Hahahahahaha!"
A maniacal laugh rang out, and Clark roared, "Bobby, you're finally dead!"
"I beg you, you died, and I survived."
"I will survive... Ah—"
Before Clark could declare victory, several zombies grabbed the nearest Clark and began biting at his body.
Clark was dragged into the horde of zombies. He sat in the middle of the horde, and countless zombies crawled toward his body, tearing at every inch of his skin. Even his screams could not stop the zombies from feeding.
The stench of blood was strong and pervasive among the corpses.
Suddenly, from among the horde of zombies, several zombies collapsed to the ground. Jimmy stood up, covered in blood.
But the blood was black; it was from the walking dead.
Jimmy spun around and swung his sword forcefully, sending a swirl of zombie heads rolling around him.
He grabbed Glenn with his left hand and lifted him up: "Up!"
Glenn staggered to his feet, the ground slick with blood, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.
Glenn looked around in panic, trying to find a way to survive.
Jimmy, pulling Glenn along, swung his knife, hacking at the walkers, heads flying and blood spurting.
Fortunately, there were two gaps in the horde of zombies, and the zombies were crowding into those gaps, so Glenn and Jimmy weren't under too much pressure.
Glenn's gaze swept to one spot, his pupils contracted, and he pointed there: "Go there! Let's go!"
That was the second-floor staircase of the market, and there were no zombies in sight from there.
Upon hearing this, Jimmy looked towards the second floor and rushed forward.
Jimmy was stronger than Glenn and charged faster, blocking Glenn's path.
The two supported each other as they stepped over the corpses of the zombies and ascended the steel staircase.
As soon as Glenn went up the stairs, without even taking a break, he grabbed various items and threw them down, trying to block the stairs.
Jimmy, wielding his heavy arm, hacked at the zombies in front of him.
Every swing of the sword is a huge drain on physical strength.
Furthermore, maintaining the same movement for a long time caused lactic acid buildup, and Jimmy's strength was not as good as before.
As his strength waned, Jimmy finally managed to strike a zombie on the head with his machete.
The gap between the skulls caught the machete perfectly, and as the zombie went limp, it fell into the horde of zombies below, machete and all.
Jimmy instinctively reached forward to grab something, but unexpectedly lost his balance and fell forward.
His mind was no longer clear, and the world before his eyes became hazy.
Snapped--
Glenn grabbed Jimmy by the collar from behind, veins bulging on his thin arm. "Ah!"
"Jimmy, wake up right now!"
Hearing the roar in his ear, Jimmy shook his head, looked at the claws that were inches away, and kicked out suddenly.
Jimmy fell backward down the stairs, turned around and crawled forward, and Glenn followed him.
The two climbed the stairs to the second floor, lay down on the floor, and breathed freely.
Glenn didn't rest for more than a few seconds before struggling to get up and looking towards the stairs.
The stairs were made of steel, with gaps between the steps. When the zombies climbed forward, they could just stick their feet in, lift them up, and then press them down.
His entire leg was stuck inside, squeezed by the zombies behind him, causing his leg to break and twist.
Seeing that the zombies couldn't get any closer, Glenn couldn't hold on any longer and lay back.
The two of them stared silently at the ceiling, savoring the thrill of surviving.
Outside the door, Hugh and Wayne had already run into the square.
Seeing that only two people came out, their faces filled with panic, Daryl's brows furrowed tightly.
Moore patted Daryl on the shoulder and walked past him. "Don't panic, it might not be a big deal."
The two men approached Hugh and Wayne. Moore waved the hand holding the machete, as if he was about to make a move.
Upon seeing Moore's menacing face, Hugh's knees buckled, and after running for a while, he collapsed to the ground, raising his hands: "This has nothing to do with us."
"The captain and vice-captain were dragged in by the horde of walkers, and the other two are fighting amongst themselves. We didn't do anything!"
Wayne, who was standing to the side, didn't expect Hugh to confess so quickly, and his face showed a hint of disdain.
Turning his head, Wayne saw Moore's machete hurtling towards him. Wayne's expression turned serious: "That's right, we both ran away!"
"But we absolutely did not harm our comrades. We were just cowards, not evil at heart," Wayne said earnestly, patting his chest.
He's determined to shirk responsibility. As it stands, they're the only two survivors in the group, and they're telling the truth; there's no need to harm them.
But what he didn't expect was that Moore's machete came crashing down on his head.
"what!"
Wayne screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in terror.