The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Pah~"

A flame lit up in the darkness.

The small flame could not dispel too much darkness, and one could only vaguely see it moving in the darkness.

Until the flame stopped again, half of the cigarette could be seen within the range of the flame.

The cigarette butt is very close to the flame, so close that it doesn't even need to get any closer. Just a slight deviation will ignite the cigarette.

But the hand holding the cigarette stopped at this moment. The cigarette was shaking, or to be more precise, the palm holding the cigarette was shaking.

In the darkness, even the concept of time seems to become blurred along with the vision.

It could be a few seconds, a few minutes, or maybe longer.

A breeze blew by, and the flame shifted slightly, lighting the cigarette butt.

But the red dot that had just lit up went out again in an instant.

The cigarette was held tightly in a rough and powerful hand.

Sparse yellow tobacco and specks of black ash fell from the cracks in the palm of the hand.

The flame went out.

Everything fell into darkness again.

"call..."

But compared to the quietness before, there is now a sound of heavy breathing.

"Cough cough..." and coughing sounds.

"It's late, time to go to bed." A hoarse and low male voice said.

The thick dark clouds were finally shaken by the night wind.

The bright moon got a chance to catch its breath.

The earth finally broke free from the darkness.

Forest trees, trunks branches, soil and fallen leaves.

"Huh~" Moore exhaled slowly. The heavy darkness almost made it difficult for him to breathe, but it finally passed.

"You go to sleep, I'll keep watch."

"Brother, we haven't given up, you know that, but before that, you can't break your body down first."

Daryl held the crossbow in one hand and held Maul's shoulder with the other.

Leaning against the tree trunk, More impatiently opened Daryl's arm, opened his mouth suddenly to roar, but suddenly stopped.

"Cough cough..." After coughing twice, Moore smiled frivolously as usual, but this smile had lost some of its usual pride and vitality.

"Brother, do you think your brother is a three-year-old child? Do you still need such feeble comfort?"

"This is not a consolation, Moore. I know you feel guilty, but it's not your fault. Sean has already forgiven you."

Daryl threw the crossbow on the ground, held Maul's shoulders with both hands, and Maul let him manipulate him like a dead fish.

"Sean? Do you think he could ever really forgive me? It's all for the greater good of shit, Daryl, you know, that's why I despise Sean, jeez, for never being firm enough! Whatever it is!"

The most important thing is! "Mo looked up at Daryl, wanted to yell, then smiled and said calmly:

"What's the point of his forgiveness? When have I ever needed his forgiveness? What does it matter if he forgives me or not? Do I care?

What really matters is, can I forgive myself?"

"Moir." Daryl called out in surprise.

Maul shook his head, opened Daryl's arms, slid down the tree trunk, and sat directly on the ground.

He took out a cigarette, took out his lighter, hesitated again, put the cigarette back into the cigarette box, looked up and smiled bitterly;

"Daryl, I know I'm an asshole. I thought you were the only one I cared about in this world. I thought we were the only two brothers who could depend on each other forever. I thought..."

Daryl said nothing and sat down next to Maul.

After a long silence, Daryl said in a hoarse voice:

"That child is very special, very smart, very brave, and he can even talk to you. I like that child very much, too. I know what that child means to you. He has changed you."

"Shit, Uncle More never changes because of people." More laughed.

"It's great that you've quit smoking, but don't rush it. Your body has adapted to nicotine and you should slowly reduce your tobacco intake rather than just stop smoking. Your body will protest and that will make you weak."

"I just don't want to smoke anymore. Let's talk about it later." Moore shook his head, leaned weakly against the tree trunk, and yawned.

"Moir, you have to cheer up, you know I won't give up, I will never give up."

"It's been more than half a month. Since we left the town that day, there has been no clues. You won't give up? It's easy to say, but what should we do?"

"No matter what, as long as we don't give up, there is hope, Moore. If even you give up, then I have nothing to say."

"Damn it, man, how often have I said I'd give up? It's just, it's just..."

"You can be sure, at least you can be sure that there is still hope. As long as Carl's body is not found, it means that Carl may still be alive, even if the hope is small."

"Darryl."

"What's wrong?"

"Remember to remind me."

"Remind you of what?"

"Don't give up. I can never give up. Who else can that brat count on except me? That damn Sean?"

"Moir, this is not Sean's fault. You can understand. He needs to consider more. He is not only responsible for Carl, but also for everyone in the prison."

"Ah..."

…

in the dark.

There are two faint reflections adjacent to each other.

Those were a pair of green eyes.

Perhaps his eyes were sore from opening, so he closed them, but opened them again after a while and looked at the ceiling.

Carol carefully lifted the quilt, slowly got out of bed, turned on the desk lamp, and prepared to go to the bathroom.The owner of those eyes closed them when he noticed movement beside him.

It was not until a long time later that he opened his eyes again, and then he saw Carol who had just returned.

Carol was also slightly stunned. She went back to bed without turning off the lamp, covered herself with the quilt, and held Sophia tightly in her arms.

"Sophia, are you thinking about Karl again?"

"Well, Mom, will Carl really come back?" Sophia closed her eyes and hugged Carol tightly.

"He will. Carl will definitely come back." Carol forced a smile and then patted Sophia's back gently.

"But..." Sophia opened her eyes and looked at Carol closely, but she was a little evasive and hesitant, "But they said Carl is dead."

"Damn it, who told you that? Sofia, don't believe them. They lied to you. Karl just went to a very far place. Maybe he just needs time to come back."

Carol knew very well that what she said could not even convince herself, and she could only hope to coax Sophia with it.

"Mom, is that heaven in the far distance?" Sophia's green eyes blinked slightly, as if she was curious, and also as if there was a little more mist in them.

"Sophia, it's been so long, why can't you forget Carl?" Carol sighed.

Sophia thought that it would only take some time for the memory of Carl to fade away, but that was not the case.

"Mom, it wasn't long." Sophia released Carol's embrace and returned to her pillow.

"But you never mentioned your previous companions, only Carl."

"But Carl is different. Mom, even though my current clothes were brought back by Uncle Moore, he said that Carl chose them for me. I like them very much."

"Sophia, go to bed, it's late."

Carol can only hope that time will heal everything.

"Um."

Close your eyes.

But closing your eyes doesn't mean you're asleep.

Maybe it will open again at some point.

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