Chapter 80

We've been on the road for several days now. Luckily, we still have a car. The deer Daryl hunted earlier wasn't ruined. When we got back to the church, Andrea and the others had already cleaned up the deer and made venison jerky. Thanks to that jerky, at least we had something to eat on the road. The feeling of being hungry is really unbearable, especially since water has been scarce lately. Rick hardly drinks any water. I know it's because of Carl and Judith; he wants to save his share. But Daryl says he knows what he's doing. I really want to find a river to plunge into. It's so hot, and it's so uncomfortable to be crammed into the car.

Oh, I'm complaining again. Anyway, Carol was lucky; she woke up the night we got back to the church. I'm so glad for Sophia.

Noah spoke of his previous camp, where his family lived. It was a walled village with twenty or more people—it sounded like a decent settlement. I don't remember if it was dangerous or not, but since he eventually went to Alexandria, something must have happened.

I've been trying to recall what happened next, but all I can remember is going to Alexandria, where there's a Valley of the Dead, Rick having an affair with a blonde woman, and her son shooting off Carl's eye (so NTR is a no-go). Then... it seems like a group of people with "W"s drawn on their foreheads stormed into Alexandria and killed many people. Was Morgan back around that time? Or even earlier?

Vague memories can be really unsettling, but there's nothing I can do about it; it's my own fault for not watching the later seasons properly back then.

In short, after that, everyone encountered Negan's men one after another. Although they wiped them out, they had already formed a grudge against Negan.

Alexander was slowly running out of food, while the Hilltop people were. Rick had made a deal with them to kill Negan, but they only managed to destroy one outpost, which thoroughly enraged Negan, and then came the headshot incident.

First Abraham, then Glenn.

I feel sad when I think about this, because I don't know how to save Abraham and Glenn.

Especially now, even if I remember the event, I don't know the specific time, the trigger, or what happened, which deepens my sense of powerlessness.

Forget about the annoying things, let's talk about something even more annoying.

That's why I don't like writing diaries, because I always end up turning them into complaints.

One thing I've been thinking about lately is who I really am.

Does that sound a bit strange?

The main problem is that the dreams I had before made me increasingly suspicious, and recently I've been having these dreams more and more frequently.

I think that's my memory, which confuses me.

It's something I can't believe.

The more I have these kinds of dreams, the sadder I become. I'm afraid that I am me, and I'm also afraid that I am not me.

Sometimes I feel almost disoriented, as if everything in my dream is happening right before my eyes. In reality, I'm just hallucinating.

Hmph, but I think I hid it very well. After all, we've been traveling a lot lately, and everyone is quite tired. I didn't wander off either; I stayed obediently in the car, so no one noticed!

I wonder if getting closer to DC is making me feel worse? Who knows? It's giving me a headache. How can I be so fragile? I'm so angry.

Okay, that's all for now. I have nothing more to say.

"So, I really want to know what the point of doing this is?" Amy couldn't help but shake her head. Lina's recent daily routine consisted of writing and drawing, and then using the paper she had written and drawn on to start the fire every day.

Lina, while stuffing the paper she had just finished writing into the small fire pot, was lost in thought. "...Maybe it's because I'm a little bored?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Amy crouched down and poked Lina's face.

Lena dodged Amy's finger unhappily. "In my hometown, they say that poking a child's cheek will make them drool. So you can't poke them," Lena said seriously.

"Really?" Amy immediately withdrew her finger, but still felt somewhat doubtful.

"Don't doubt the wisdom of five thousand years of history," Lina said earnestly, trying to deceive people.

"Yes, but that means don't poke children," Glenn said as he passed by. East Asian cultures are very interconnected, especially among neighbors like them.

"Lina!" Amy rushed over and grabbed Lina's cheeks, kneading them hard.

Lena wailed, "Glenn! You just wait! I'm going to change my will back!" Having previously worried that Daryl would mistreat her knife, Lena solemnly told him that she was going to pass the dagger on to Glenn.

Daryl glared at him and said that nobody was interested in her knife, and that she had better keep it for herself, or her knife would suffer a terrible fate.

Hmph, these ignorant fools.

But there was no time to think about that right now. Lina was pinned to the ground by Amy and giggled until tears streamed down her face.

In other words, everyone was so dirty that they didn't have time to complain about the dirt on the ground.

Sofia saw Amy and Lina making a ruckus, and happily ran over to join Amy in attacking Lina, leaving only Lina's screams echoing throughout the room.

Michonne carried Judith over. Judith may not have known what was going on, but the cheerful and relaxed atmosphere made her smile as well.

Rick glanced at it, smiled and shook his head, then looked down at the map in his hand again. "How much further?" Rick asked.

"It should arrive before this afternoon," Noah said.

Rick nodded. He didn't know if it was a good place, but they could only give it a try.

“If that place falls, there will be no fuel, no food, and even water is running out,” Moore said anxiously.

“We’ll figure something out,” Rick said reassuringly, patting Moore on the shoulder.

Moore pulled his shoulder away in disgust, glared at Rick, and said, "Whatever, nobody cares what old Moore says anyway." Moore grumbled as he walked into the car.

Daryl pouted and shrugged helplessly at Rick's helpless gaze.

“Get in the car, let’s hurry up and get going,” Rick said, rolling up the map.

They were crammed into the car again and started their journey. Lina was a little bored, so she leaned against the car window. The wind outside smelled bad and was steaming hot.

“Lina, close the car window,” Daryl said, glancing at Lina, worried that a walker might grab her.

“…No.” Lina said unhappily. They weren’t luxurious enough to have air conditioning, so it was really hot.

“Listen to me.” Daryl had a bit of a headache.

Lina pursed her lips and stared blankly into the distance.

The red stood out vividly against the lush green of the forest.

"I can't see them anymore." Lina sat up straight and looked ahead.

“Keeping our distance is just in case,” Daryl said.

The radio crackled, and Carol's voice came through, "How are you all? Are you all alright?"

“Not bad,” Lina said, picking up the radio.

“Rick and the others are about five miles away. If we go a little further, we can stop around there,” Carroll said.

“Okay,” Lina said.

"You sound down?" Carol asked curiously.

“Because Daryl won’t let me open the car window,” Lina complained casually.

"Oh, uh, bad signal, all done." Carol immediately turned off the radio, leaving Daryl to deal with the headache himself.

Lina pouted, shoved the radio back in, and listlessly crossed her legs, looking ahead.

Daryl glanced at Lina several times. "So you really want to open the car window? It's not like you're a dog scrolling through social media."

A moment later, Lina saw several cars parked ahead. Carol waved to them, and Daryl slowly stopped the car.

"How is it?" Daryl asked, rolling down the car window.

“They should have arrived by now, but there’s still no word.” Carol shook the radio. “Let’s wait a little longer.”

"...Carol, we've arrived. This place has fallen." Rick's voice came through the radio.

Daryl and Carol exchanged a glance. Although they had prepared themselves, they still felt disappointed the moment they heard the news.

“…So what now?” Lina asked.

“They’ll be back,” Carol forced a smile, somewhat annoyed as she put the radio back in her pocket. What next? Where should they go?

“We should go pick them up,” Lina thought, her heart pounding as if something was about to happen.

“…” Daryl frowned. “Okay,” he said, glancing at Sasha and Tara in the back seat.

“We have no objections,” Sasha and Tara said, exchanging a glance.

“Carol!” Daryl called out the car window, then pointed ahead. Carol hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Daryl continued driving forward.

"How many supplies do we have left?" Lina turned to ask Sasha.

"Not much left, at most three days," Sasha glanced at the trunk. Their car was piled high with supplies, while everyone else's cars were crammed with people. Only theirs was relatively empty.

"What bad luck," Lina said dejectedly, sliding back into her seat.

I'm just going hungry lately, but I still have food to eat. Will I run out of food in a couple of days?

“They must have driven into the woods,” Daryl said, adding that Rick wasn’t the type to just charge in headfirst.

"Should we have some too?" Lina turned to look at Daryl, who was perhaps thinking, his brows furrowed and his lips unconsciously pursed.

“No, we’ll go through the main gate,” Daryl said after thinking for a moment.

As Lina drove straight ahead, she frowned as she looked out the window. There were zombies on the road; this was not a good sign.

"Are those them?" Lina pointed ahead, where a group of zombies were clinging to the iron gate, and the people inside seemed to be constantly trying to cut the chains.

“Let’s go help.” Daryl stopped the car. “Grab your weapons.” He glanced at Tara and Sasha, who grabbed their guns and nodded to Daryl.

Lina handed Daryl her crossbow, pushed open the door, knocked aside a walker, swung her sword backhand to cut down a walker attacking from behind, and then turned and sliced ​​off the upper half of the walker's head.

There weren't too many zombies on the road, but there seemed to be quite a few heading out of the woods.

Ignoring the walkers, the four rushed to the iron gate. Rick and the others had already opened it, and Lina cleared away the walkers as she walked inside.

"What happened?" Lina was startled when she heard that half of Tersey's body was covered in blood.

“He’s been bitten,” Rick said simply. The walkers here had been cleared out, but there were still quite a few approaching them from a distance. “Let’s go.”

Lina helped Tercy up. "I'll take him to our car first, Sasha!" Lina called out, and Sasha finally came to her senses from her breakdown. She and Lina helped Tercy up.

The others led the way, and Lina and Sasha helped Tersey into the car. Tersey, still dazed, glanced at Sasha and said, "I... I won't give up..."

Sasha held Tersey's hand and burst into tears.

Lina rummaged through her backpack for medicine bottles. They didn't have any medicine to stop the bleeding, and Tersey's bleeding was alarmingly heavy.

“Let’s take him back to Herschel right away,” Rick patted Daryl on the shoulder. Daryl nodded and got into the driver’s seat. Lena handed Sasha the antibiotics she had found and went to sit in the passenger seat. There was no room for Tara, but Rick and the others could fit in their car.

Daryl floored the gas pedal, and the car shot forward.

Sasha tried to put the pills into Tercy's mouth, but Tercy, still half-asleep, glanced at her and said, "No... leave them..."

“No! You can’t leave me here,” Sasha cried, burying her face in Tercy’s arms.

“Sorry, Sasha…” Tersey stared blankly at the ceiling. He seemed to hear Liz and Mika telling him it was okay, that things were even better now. He heard Martin’s incessant sarcasm and saw Bob smiling at him…

The annoying news broadcasts started again.

"No no no no!!!!"