Chapter 27
Several months passed quickly, the weather grew colder, and they were exhausted from their constant escape.
The life of homelessness, the depletion of supplies, and numerous difficulties have made everyone's spirits increasingly tense.
But for an old man like me, digging for wild vegetables and eating tree roots is a natural talent.
"My biggest regret now is that I didn't go on an adventure with Bell to collect and learn from him back then," Lina complained as she dug up tree roots.
"Please, I don't eat bugs. If you want to drink urine, I don't mind helping you," Moore said lazily, chewing on a tree root.
"Shut up, stop disgusting me." Lina grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at Mor. Mor didn't even bother to dodge; they were all dirty enough anyway.
Hearing the whistle, Glenn Magee led the way, with Moore and Lina bringing up the rear. The group entered a house, and after sitting down for a short while, Lina watched expectantly as Karl walked over with two cans of food.
Daryl was still plucking his owl feathers.
Fortunately, none of them were affiliated with animal protection associations.
Rick walked over and picked up Carl's can. He looked at it in disbelief for a moment, then angrily tried to throw it away, but Lena grabbed his hand.
"Seriously? Has no one ever been fed dog food before?" Lina looked at everyone innocently. "Has no one ever been curious?"
“…We are human,” Rick’s anger turned into a wry smile; Lina always had this ability.
“I’ve eaten it. Before the catastrophe, it wasn’t that bad. The dog food was made with good ingredients and had all the necessary nutrients. It just didn’t have any seasoning. Don’t waste it.” Lina snatched the can of food.
"Seriously?" Daryl stopped pulling out the owl and looked at Lina with confusion.
“You’re really out of your mind,” Moore said.
"No, really no one's curious? My dog eats his dog food with gusto, I'm just a little curious, it's oily and crunchy, but it has a slightly fishy smell," Lina slowly sat down amidst everyone's incredulous gazes. "Really? Am I the only one in the whole world who's ever wondered what dog food tastes like?"
“…I think so,” Daryl was also speechless at Lina’s antics; this definitely qualifyed as pica.
Lina's unexpected interruption greatly improved the atmosphere in the room, and everyone put on smiles.
"I had no idea you owned a dog?" Daryl asked casually.
"Have I ever raised one?" Lina was taken aback.
"...You just said that, little girl." Moore looked at Lina suspiciously, "Are you really not thinking straight?"
Lina was a little dazed. No, her family didn't allow dogs. When had she ever owned a dog?
T stood up and gestured towards the window, signaling to everyone that it was time to leave again.
Daryl stood up and found Lina lying on the ground, clutching her head, her face deathly pale.
"What's wrong?" Daryl threw away the owl and picked up Lina.
"My head hurts so much," Lina groaned in pain.
Rick glanced at the approaching horde of corpses and gestured for Moore to lead the way.
Moore grabbed the owl and rushed out first. Everyone got into the car in an orderly fashion. Lina almost fainted, so Daryl had to put her in the car, and Lori and Carol helped take care of her.
Lina woke up groggily to find Lori standing beside her, lost in thought. "What's wrong?" Her memory was still stuck in that room.
"You're awake. Are you alright?" Lori asked, touching Lina's forehead with concern. "You just passed out."
Lina seemed dazed. "I think I had a bit of a headache just now," she said, her temples still throbbing slightly. Lina shook her head in frustration. "I'll go see if they need any help."
"Honey, you need to rest," Lowry called out, clutching her belly, but Lina had already run off. Lowry sat back down helplessly. Her belly was already quite large, and she couldn't help much; in fact, she was slowing the team down. This put Lowry under immense mental pressure.
"I'll go hunting with you," Lina said, catching up with Daryl and Rick. "We can even dig up some wild vegetables or something."
Better than nothing, Rick nodded. "Is your head alright?" She had really scared everyone.
“Of course,” Lina said, unwilling to elaborate, and walked ahead.
Her large backpack was long gone, and she hardly ever carried it anymore; it was all left at the campsite.
Daryl and Rick took a few steps, and Daryl suddenly whispered to Rick, "Are you sure she won't get stuck while drawing her sword?" Daryl frowned and looked at Rick.
Looking at Lina, who seemed completely oblivious, Rick paused, his expression somewhat complicated. "Well..." At least most of the time, she won't...
Daryl raised an eyebrow, indicating that there had been a problem. He continued to look at Lina's back, noting that the suspenders needed adjusting.
After walking a short distance, Lina stopped. She saw the prison. Daryl and Rick also stopped, pretending they hadn't been whispering behind Lina's back. "What a pity," Daryl said, looking at the prison grounds.
Lina turned her head to look at Rick, and sure enough, Rick's expression was full of surprise as he looked at the prison.
"I'm going to have a big job coming up," Lina stretched.
Cutting open the barbed wire gate, Lina looked out over the prison yard. There were quite a few zombies inside, but the most troublesome thing was the gate at the back; it had to be closed.
Rick had the same plan. He arranged the personnel allocation and took the lead himself.
“No, I’ll go with you. There are too many in there,” Lina said, pulling out her knife. Daryl helped her re-fasten the strap, making it much easier to pull out.
“Okay,” Rick thought for a moment and didn’t refuse. He was afraid that if he refused, Lina would act first and ask for his permission later.
The two quietly followed the car at the gate into the meadow. Rick's gun had a silencer, Lina's knife was very sharp, and there were their own people watching over them in the distance. It seemed that taking over this piece of land would be a piece of cake.
Rick ran to close the door, and Lina, behind him, picked up a knife to clear away the endless stream of zombies.
Like cutting a watermelon, seriously, it's just a rotten watermelon.
Lina mechanically cleared away the zombies while her mind wandered.
"Come in!" Rick shouted, and Lina followed him inside.
Rick looked at Lina helplessly. "You've been spacing out more and more lately. Is it related to your headache last time?"
Lina didn't want to talk about it. "I'll be careful," she said.
“I don’t want to see you get yourself killed. If you continue like this, stay in a safe place and don’t go anywhere else,” Rick said, suppressing his anger.
“I’m sorry,” Lina apologized helplessly, “I have some memory problems. As I said before, I spent two years in the hospital, six months of which I was bedridden and unable to move. I was in a serious car accident, and I was the only one who survived.”
“…I’m sorry,” Rick said.
“No, no,” Lina heard the sounds outside seem to fade away, “I’ll get back into shape.” She pushed open the door, slashed two walkers through the head with her knife, shoved them aside, kicked them in the chest, pulled out her longsword, and Rick dealt with the surrounding walkers. Almost all the walkers in the clearing were gone.
They acquired the land.
After inspecting the walkers in the meadow to make sure they were all dead and not just faking it, no one was in the mood to clean up anymore; they just wanted to get some rest. Lina went to the door Rick had closed and used her longsword to clear away the walkers that surrounded her through the fence.
Although it was tomorrow's work, she was in a bad mood, so she decided to kill some zombies to vent her anger.
"What's wrong with her?" Daryl asked Rick. They had just been together, what had happened?
“We talked,” Rick paused for a moment, “Did you know she has memory problems?”
Daryl nodded. "I can see that."
“Car accident, sole survivor,” Rick summarized simply. “She’s quite distracted, which worries me.”
Daryl nodded. "I'll look after her."
Lena was poking at the walker while spacing out. Tomorrow, she thought about the people in the prison. It seemed like there was a curly-haired guy and a short guy who needed to be killed. There was also a big guy who the curly-haired guy had killed himself, so she didn't need to worry about him. The remaining Oscar and Axel were alright, so she could keep them.
Moore stood guard at the gate because he didn't want to sit there and talk nonsense with the group. Rick checked the fence in circles, Daryl looked around, and then walked over to Lena.
Still spacing out.
Daryl tapped her forehead. "Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson."
“I’m sorry,” Lina looked innocently at Daryl, “aren’t you going to rest?”
“No, you’re still working,” Daryl said, pulling out his knife and deftly beginning to clear the walkers.
“I don’t have any other entertainment. Speaking of entertainment, I have five sets,” Lina said.
"..." Daryl's lips twitched. She was surrounded by walkers, the stench of decay filled her nostrils, and all sorts of walker corpses were around her. And she was talking about this in such a serious manner?
“I advise you to make a decision quickly, otherwise Maggie and Glenn will definitely seize the watchtower first,” Lina said with a wicked smile.
She hasn't forgotten that double entendre.
“…Shut up.” Daryl said somewhat embarrassedly.
Lina's eyes crinkled with laughter. Daryl always looked so cute when he was being mean to her, making her want to push him down even more.
After clearing away the walkers by the fence, Daryl pulled Lina to rest, even though Lina was reluctant, because she was in such a bad state.
Daryl didn't take her near the crowd. He went to the door, sat down next to the old car, and Moore glanced at Daryl and Lina, then pursed his lips and said nothing.
In Lina's words, his recent level of verbal sparring has decreased dramatically.
Daryl sat down in the car, pulled Lina into his arms, and forced her to close her eyes and rest.
This has been the case for a while now, and Lina has gotten used to it. She doesn't dare to sleep outside without Daryl holding her.
She's still being a bit dramatic, but she feels she's made progress!
Once she relaxed, she drifted off to sleep. Lina's dream was unpleasant; the memories she had forgotten were like fragments stabbing at her mind, giving her a splitting headache.
“No—” Daryl lowered his head. Lina seemed to be having a nightmare. He lowered his head and whispered in Lina’s ear, “It’s alright, I’m here, it’s alright, Lina.”
He kept repeating it until Lina's brow relaxed and she fell asleep.
Sitting in the car, Moore rolled his eyes speechlessly. He couldn't stand it anymore. It was disgusting. Were they acting out some kind of romance drama?
nausea!
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