Chapter 113

The deal didn't go smoothly, but it wasn't a major problem for Alexander, since they could manage to weather the storm if they were frugal.

Obviously, the more important issue is the Salvation Army, which they know nothing about.

Rick increased the level of vigilance, repeatedly reminding the outgoing team to be careful and that if they were caught, saving their lives should be their priority.

Lina, on the other hand, stole the motorcycle that Daryl had managed to salvage and began searching according to the map.

It would be more convenient for her to travel alone, but her family would definitely disagree. Lina is also the kind of person who is very stubborn. In order to avoid wasting time arguing, sneaking away is obviously the best option.

Anyway, Daryl wouldn't dare say anything to her.

Maybe.

Lina felt a little guilty, which was unusual for her. Daryl might be able to forgive her for other things, but she really couldn't say for sure about this.

After all, their last big argument was because she disobeyed and went to chase after the governor.

But she's fine! And she made the right decision!

right!

She did nothing wrong!

Daryl shouldn't yell at her either!

No one!

The only thing that bothered Lina was that she had to go back every now and then to check on Alexander's situation. After all, if she was searching outside and Maggie's death train was dispatched, she would be devastated.

Fortunately, she had an informant inside.

Absolutely no one could have guessed it!

For several weeks in a row, Lina's search ended in failure. She checked almost all the locations marked by Eugene, but could not find any trace of the so-called Church of the Saviour.

Logically speaking, the Church of the Saviour shouldn't be too far from Alexandria. She remembered that when Sasha died, it didn't seem to take Negan and the others long to drive to Alexandria.

It's a journey that takes less than half a day at most.

Speaking of Sasha, she first had to stop Negan from blowing Abraham's head off, but Negan would definitely kill Abraham anyway. If it were her, she would also choose Abraham, after all, some people are obviously strong.

Although Sasha and Abraham seem to be still struggling with each other, they are both good people, and Sasha may eventually accept Abraham.

Rosita wasn't someone who couldn't let go, but...

Anyway, Abraham was a scumbag!

But we still have to save them.

If she can't save Abraham...

No, she can.

Lina irritated herself, twisted the motorcycle, turned around, and sped off down another road. She needed to recheck the factories in the vicinity.

What a plot-driven death! It's right nearby, but they won't let us find it until we reach the plot point, right? Ugh!

Trash!!!

But perhaps it's best not to speed when you're feeling depressed. Unfortunately, Lina was startled by a zombie that suddenly rushed out and, in her haste, crashed into a tree trunk.

Although she dutifully found a safety helmet, she still loves to speed as always, and she was lucky not to break her neck.

Lina kicked the zombie away in a daze. After being unconscious for a while, she sat up, feeling the sensation of her foot being gnawed.

Thanks, tall boots.

Those guys don't understand, are these just ordinary boots? These are lifesavers!

Lena kicked away the foot-eating zombie, and enduring the excruciating pain in her arm, she drew her knife and finished him off.

The motorcycle lay pitifully overturned to the side, and it was unclear whether it could still be ridden. Lina limped over, her arm probably dislocated. She shook her arm, and with a snap, it still hurt, but she could still use her arm.

I lifted the car up; the front of the car was all crooked, but at least it was still sturdy.

This time, Lina drove at the standard speed and managed to get back to her vicinity before her car broke down.

Reckless driving brings tears to loved ones' eyes.

Lina's current feeling is that she's definitely going to get a scolding when she gets back.

Unable to find the enemy's headquarters and having also damaged Daryl's beloved motorcycle, they returned home covered in dust and humiliation, tail between their legs.

In a sorry state, more than just in a sorry state.

Unbeknownst to Lina, shortly after she left the scene of the accident, two cars passed by.

"Stop." The man put down the walkie-talkie in the car, stopped the car, rolled down the window, and rubbed his chin while resting his hand on the window.

"What's wrong?" The woman in the passenger seat looked in the direction of his gaze, puzzled.

“Someone was just passing by, it was a car accident,” the man glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked away. “There might be a camp nearby.”

"You're always good at looking at these things, is that considered professional skill?" the woman asked jokingly.

"Professionalism? Pfft," the man made a disgusted sound, then rolled up the car window. "Don't make me sound like one of those idiots who stand on the street in a vest and knock on car windows."

"Sorry~" Accompanied by laughter, the two cars sped away.

*

To be honest, Lina felt very embarrassed when she knocked on the door.

Especially since it was Rick who opened the door.

She felt Rick had a million things to say. He took several deep breaths, finally sighed, waved for Lina to come in, and then closed the door.

“Dennis should be in the infirmary. You go and treat your wound first. I’ll push the car to Daryl,” Rick said calmly.

Lena cautiously raised her eyelids and glanced at Rick, who shook his head helplessly. "You have to take responsibility for yourself. I won't say anything if this is what you want."

"I was wrong! I'm sorry!" Lina quickly and nimbly slid to her knees; she knew this trick all too well! Whenever her great-uncle said something like that, it meant he was extremely angry! It didn't really mean, "You're on your own."

Yes, it means you're so capable, why don't you just fly to the sky?

Rick just smiled and pushed the cart away.

Are you serious?

Lina was stunned for a moment, standing there somewhat at a loss.

After waiting for a while, Lina noticed that people were coming and going, but no one paid any attention to her. Feeling dejected, Lina slunk away to the infirmary.

While it's nice not to be scolded, this is just too weird, isn't it?

It feels strange.

"My God!" Dennis exclaimed when he opened the door and saw Lina, who looked disheveled.

"Although I feel like I'm probably fine..." Lina said dryly.

"Shut up, please." Dennis smiled politely, then grabbed Lina, pressed her onto the hospital bed, and removed her helmet.

“Thanks for your helmet, otherwise you’d have a hole in your head,” Dennis said, patting Lina’s head.

"Hiss—" Lina gasped.

A bag isn't a big problem. Dennis checked it over and, luckily, Lina's arms and legs, apart from bruises, weren't broken.

However, her arm seemed a bit unnatural.

"I think I dislocated it just now, but I fixed it myself," Lina said, blinking.

Dennis glanced helplessly at Lina, forcing a smile. She hated disobedient patients, very much.

Fortunately, Lina was a skilled worker, and her arm didn't swell up, so overall it didn't seem like there was any serious injury.

After treating Lina's minor abrasions, Dennis quickly finished his work. "Feeling nauseous now?"

Lina shook her head. "I threw up on the way back, and I don't feel like throwing up at all now," she said sincerely.

Dennis put down the tweezers, took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. "Okay, I suggest you lie down and get some sleep now."

"...Can I go home to sleep?" Lina asked, raising her hand like a primary school student.

“No,” Dennis smiled, “right here, now, lie down.”

"Okay." Lina obediently lay down on the bed and pulled the covers up.

Dennis sat down in a chair and pulled out his brick-sized book to start reading.

Reading calmed her down.

After working at such a high intensity for so many days, Lina quickly fell into a deep sleep.

So she was fast asleep when Daryl walked in.

"How is she?" Daryl asked Denise in a low voice.

“You probably have a concussion, you should rest. You don’t have any serious injuries,” Dennis said to Daryl as he closed his book. “By the way, Tara really liked the soda last time, but I haven’t had a chance to thank you.”

"Pfft—" Daryl made a strange, indistinct sound, seemingly a little uncomfortable. He casually nodded to Dennis, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to Lina's bed.

His dark circles were almost purple; it was obvious he hadn't been getting enough rest lately.

Daryl sulked while staring at Lina, and what he taught her actually taught her how to avoid him.

Despite his grievances, Daryl almost couldn't resist rushing over to argue with Lena when Rick pushed the car towards him; yes, he was really about to go crazy with anger.

He knew that Lina could be stubborn at times, and he was accepting of that. He was also willing to go with Lina on this search mission. After all, she shouldn't secretly run away from him, right?

But Lina secretly ran away without saying a word.

He is her husband. I don't mean to say that she is his property, but at least she could tell him and discuss it with him, right?

He wanted to take care of her, not keep her by his side. Even if she insisted on going alone, they could discuss it and at least meet up outside from time to time, instead of just leaving him behind.

Is he really that unimportant?

Daryl felt increasingly uncomfortable and glared resentfully at Lina. Even Denise sensed the awkwardness of the atmosphere and silently got up and slipped out.

Daryl looks so down.

Lina slept for a whole day and night, which scared Daryl so much that he couldn't even stay angry.

Later on, she became completely unresponsive, which frightened Dennis so much that he flipped through her brick-like book several times, and Daryl almost carried Lena to the hilltop.

But in the end, she opened her tired eyes in the noisy infirmary and looked at everyone with a confused expression.

Moll cursed angrily, then turned and left.

Lina, who had been scolded for no reason when she woke up, looked at Daryl with a wronged expression, but not only Daryl, but everyone in the room ignored her and turned away.

So they all resort to passive-aggressive tactics? Lina wrinkled her nose.

"Is there anything else that's bothering you? Do you have a headache? Do you feel nauseous?" Daryl couldn't care less about being angry. What could he do? He couldn't just ignore her health because he was angry.

"Everything is fine," actually I feel a bit of a headache, how should I put it, it's like a dull ache inside, my temples are also a bit swollen, and my mind is all jumbled up.

“Don’t lie,” Daryl said, staring at Lina.

“Okay, I have a bit of a headache,” Lina immediately confessed. “It’s not the spot I hit, it’s inside?” Lina didn’t know how to describe the feeling. “My head feels all jumbled up, like there are a lot of people talking.”

“…” Daryl looked at Dennis beside him.

Denise's mouth dropped open, but after being swept over by Daryl's sharp gaze, she quickly closed it. "Let me check," she said nervously, pushing up her glasses and frantically flipping through the book. Finally, she reluctantly put it down. Yes, it wasn't in this one; this seemed to be her forte.

"A lot of people are talking? What are they saying? What are they saying? Is it a sound you hear? Or an image in your mind?" Dennis licked his lips and asked seriously.

"Um, impression?" Lina wasn't quite sure. "It felt like a lot of hazy images were gradually becoming clearer, but there were just too many of them, and it was all very chaotic."

After further questioning, Dennis concluded that the impact might have caused some changes to the blood clot in Lina's brain. If the blood clot was still there, it seemed that there were no particularly adverse effects at present, but she just needed to pay more attention and rest more. Perhaps her lost memories would slowly return.

Is this a case of turning misfortune into blessing? Lina wondered uncertainly.