Chapter 102
Although everything was different from what Lina had imagined, everyone inexplicably got fired up and, led by Rick, rushed out to start clearing out the walkers.
More and more people came out of the house, and for a moment the community felt like there weren't enough walkers to kill. Then gunshots gradually came from the doorway. Maybe Daryl and the others had returned?
Limbs and severed arms flew everywhere, and Lina was somewhat blankly focused, her RPG had returned?
Now, as long as we stop Rick and Daryl's unlucky outing team and prevent them from running into Jesus, and the three gods ruin a truckload of supplies, we can temporarily avoid Hilltop... No, no, Maggie is pregnant, and Hilltop's doctor seems to be an obstetrician?
So this couldn't be stopped, but it was on the way to Maggie's funeral that they encountered the Saviors...
What if we can convince Rick not to leave the outpost?
I wish she had talked to her mother about getting a better brain while she was still in the womb. It's really worrying.
Although her mind was racing, Lina didn't stop chopping down the zombies. The group quickly cleared the horde of zombies in front of them. Of course, this wasn't the end, but the people of Alexandria finally had the courage to fight back and were finally able to stand up and protect themselves.
“We did it,” Rick said breathlessly, looking around. “This is just the beginning. You’ll find it’s not that hard.”
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly. Although Lina didn't react much to the mobilization, the others were clearly fired up again. Rick really should be sent to China for further studies; when it comes to pre-emptive mobilization, no one can beat him.
Even for a sports meet, there's a mobilization effort; there's a mobilization effort at the start of the school year, at graduation, before exams—the school mobilizes, the class mobilizes, and even the family mobilizes…
The number of mobilizations she has received is longer than her entire life.
The more nervous she gets, the more her mind wanders into wild imaginings. Lina shook her head and continued to push forward with the others. Although she had lured away many walkers, there were still quite a few hidden inside the community. Fortunately, as long as everyone worked together, they could easily handle it.
As they cleaned until they reached a familiar corner, Lina saw Carl, with mixed feelings, clearing away a zombie—it was Ron.
She felt that Pete's family was all a bit off, but upon closer inspection, Rick and Carl didn't seem quite right either. If she remembered correctly, it was the father and son who NTR'd each other...
But she's a very protective person. She believes in separating one issue from another. They just wanted to cheat on them, so how could they kill someone? And do it repeatedly? That's where they went wrong.
But...where's her knife? Where's her knife?!
Lina felt like the sky was falling. She couldn't find her knife, even though it should be nearby.
Even Rick and Moore fell silent. No one expected that Lina's jinx would actually come true—the knife was gone.
"I'll never joke about having a heart attack again..." Lina clutched her chest in pain; this time, it really was a heart attack.
“Don’t worry,” Beth said, having learned the whole story from Michonne. “Maybe it was just taken to the neighborhood.”
Lina waved her hand wearily. Let's prepare for the worst. After all, zombies can be slow, but sometimes they can be incredibly fast. Sigh.
Even if they were heartbroken, they couldn't stop killing the zombies. As soon as they crossed the lake, Lina and the others saw Abraham and the others who had finally returned.
What about Daryl?
Lina looked at Abraham and Sasha in confusion. Why were there only the two of them?
Abraham was talking to Rick; after all, they both had encountered too many things that needed to be discussed.
But now was not the place to talk, so Abraham only briefly mentioned that they had brought back an RPG and asked Rick if they should fire it at the walkers to solve their current predicament.
Lina found it strange; shouldn't Daryl have been the one to fire the first shot? Why hadn't he appeared yet?
"Where's Daryl?" Lina couldn't help but run over to Sasha and ask.
“He disappeared as soon as we came in,” Sasha said. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” Sasha looked at Lina teasingly, “What, you’re not planning on giving him the cold shoulder anymore?”
Lina wrinkled her nose. "I think the silent treatment is the stupidest thing in the world," but that's exactly what she does.
Sasha looked at Lina with a mocking expression, "Now you're starting to appreciate the reserve of you Asians?"
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re making fun of me,” Lina complained. “Well, my great-uncle is a master at sweet-talking my great-aunt, so it’s all Daryl’s fault.”
Sasha smiled and shook her head, feeling even more sorry for Daryl. However, she was also eager to see a good show. From the moment she met Daryl, he had always been a cool guy who didn't talk much. Although he was sometimes quite unconventional, Daryl trying to win over his girlfriend? Tsk, just thinking about it made her curious.
Rick and Abraham also reached a decision: they wouldn't use RPGs. Firstly, although the walkers were scattered, their numbers were already small, so using them here might be counterproductive. Secondly, they didn't have much ammunition to begin with.
Rick told Abraham and Sasha to go to the ammunition depot to replenish their supplies, then to use the vehicle to block the fallen wall and guard the entrance, before leading the others to continue cleaning up the community.
Not long after, Lina and her companions encountered the priest and Glenn's group again, and then, "Daryl!" Lina's eyes lit up as she lunged at him... with the knife in her hand.
Daryl had picked up her little knife!
Lina took the knife and examined it carefully. It was intact. After wiping away the bloodstains, Lina sheathed the knife and finally felt relieved.
Daryl stared speechlessly at Lina, who had shouted his name, only to end up with a knife? He curled his lips in displeasure.
Lina certainly noticed Daryl's low spirits, but she pretended not to know anything, greeted everyone, and cheerfully continued cleaning up the walkers.
Daryl pouted, looking a little annoyed. Carol gave him a teasing look, nudged his shoulder, and walked over to Lina, where the two chatted and laughed.
"..."
Seeing Daryl being bullied, Rick shook his head helplessly, but this kind of thing... Rick glanced at Michonne, who wasn't really paying attention to him, and sighed helplessly.
They're all the same, they're all the same, sigh.
Moore looked left and right, clicked his tongue, and thought they were all cowards.
As dawn broke, Alexander regained his composure, and together they weathered the storm.
As the sun rises, its crimson rays pierce the darkness, gradually bathing the community in sunlight. The ground is littered with the corpses of countless zombies. All those who fought side-by-side stand or sit; now, you are gone, we are all one.
Rick looked up at the sun, the sunlight stinging his eyes so much that he almost couldn't hold back his tears. On this very night, he saw the potential of humanity, he saw what they—no, he saw what 'we' were capable of.
There is hope, there definitely will be.
Everything Deanna says could come true.
*
The battle between humans and the dead has ended, but that doesn't mean everything is over. The most daunting tasks are post-disaster reconstruction and mourning—mourning what we have lost.
Lina didn't think much of it at first, but seeing the names appear one by one on the steel wall made her feel complicated, especially when Deanna and Reggie's names appeared one after another.
I thought they would survive, but...
Lena sighed. Deanna helped Rick when the walkers first rushed in, getting injured and bitten by them; Reggie died in the subsequent horde of zombies, also while helping others.
It's truly heartbreaking that Spencer was left all but the rest of the family.
But it doesn't matter, it seems he's going to die anyway?
Lina silently chanted in her mind, "She's so mean, how could she think like that?"
We had no grudges against each other; after all, they were childhood friends I disliked.
After briefly scorning herself, Lina chose to continue working. Since the goal was to rebuild, she might as well expand Alexandria and create more arable land. The plan left by Diana was already perfectly designed, and Hershel had no objections.
Lina, being the strongest, naturally took on the construction task. Who in the family would understand? It's the apocalypse, and I've become the foreman!
Oh no, the foreman is Abraham, and she's a worker.
Tsk.
Despite her many complaints, Lina still worked very diligently.
“Hey! Poppy! Daryl is looking for you!” Abraham shouted.
"...You're the Popeye!" Lina cursed and threw down the steel plate in her hand. Abraham couldn't handle it; he wasn't as strong as Lina, so he gave her a nickname, calling her Popeye, after the name of Popeye the Sailor Man. It's really speechless.
Abraham shrugged dismissively; he was telling the truth.
Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Lina drifted like a ghost to Daryl's side. "Are you going out?" she asked, watching Daryl pack his backpack.
“Yes, we need to find some food. Although it’s not too scarce right now, Hershel said the situation isn’t very optimistic. The fastest crops won’t be ready for harvest for another month.” And that’s just some vegetables; staple foods like potatoes won’t be available for at least two or three months.
"Who are you going with?" Lina pressed. For the past few months, Lina had asked this every time she saw him go out, and gradually Daryl had also started to take the initiative to report to her.
Although he didn't know why she asked, "and Mor," Daryl said.
Good, not Rick, safe.
"It would be best to bring some meat back; Maggie needs to eat more. If you pass by a pharmacy, find some nutritional supplements there, and remember to stock up on baby stores too..."
Although he had heard it countless times, Daryl still quietly watched Lina and listened to her rambling. Almost every time they went out, she would say the exact same thing.
“…Be careful. The things are important, but you are more important.” Lina hugged Daryl’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and Daryl bent down to cooperate. Lina kissed Daryl’s lips.
“You too,” Daryl said softly. “Don’t overwork yourself.” Daryl reached out and brushed Lina’s hair aside. She had really been working hard lately and had lost weight. Her exhaustion was still evident, with her hair sticking wetly to her cheeks.
“It’s almost finished. By the time you come back, the expansion might be complete,” Lina looked up and nuzzled Daryl’s nose. “Go on, I need to get back to work.”
Lena released Daryl and watched him leave, returning to her work as a laborer. She felt she had endured all the hardships of her life in Alexander.
"Sticky and disgusting." Moore looked away in disgust, his eyes involuntarily glancing at Amy not far away. Tsk, women, oh women, ruthless creatures. He had seen through them all. This woman was no different. She looked gentle and weak, but she was full of schemes. Ruthless, so ruthless.
Unaware that she was being secretly criticized, Amy sneezed in a daze.
"...Amy, are you alright?" Andrea was a little worried. William, a handsome young man, unfortunately died that day. Amy was saddened by this for a long time, which made Andrea very worried.
"Of course it's nothing, my goodness, Andrea, your paranoia has gotten worse again?" Amy teased.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Andrea said, looking helplessly at her sister.
Amy just smiled. She was very sad, but it wasn't just because of William. Everything that happened that day felt like a nightmare. Andrea always felt that her insomnia over the past few months was because of William, but in reality, she was just terrified. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw countless zombies, which was why she couldn't sleep all night.
As for William, he is indeed a good person, but they are just friends, or rather, they haven't had time to develop anything more, so it's not like what everyone thinks.
But Amy didn't explain; there was no need.
Amy let out a long sigh, watching Moore and Daryl walk arm in arm toward the car by the door, feeling a surge of annoyance. That bastard!
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