Chapter 49
Like floating on clouds, Lina felt like a balloon, drifting and swaying, as if about to leave, but when she looked down she found that the rope was being held firmly in someone's hand.
"Daryl?"
"I think I messed up again..."
"I'm so tired..."
"...I regret it..."
"Maybe we shouldn't have met..."
Oh no! Moore lifted Lina up to keep her from slipping off, as it was a bit of a strain to hold someone with only one good hand.
Fortunately, a small house appeared in front of them, and Moore carried Lina inside.
Upon entering, he first threw the unconscious Lina onto the sofa, then turned around, closed the door, and went upstairs to check. It was clean.
Before he could catch his breath, Moore went downstairs, carried Lina upstairs, threw her on the bed, tore off some clean clothes from the closet, quickly bandaged Lina's leg, locked the door, and left alone.
He had no medicine or supplies on him.
Mohr wasn't that kind-hearted, but Lina was different; Daryl loved her, so he was only doing this for Daryl.
When the prison fell, Moore had intended to follow Daryl, but he saw him with the blonde girl, and then he saw Lena stumbling into the woods.
After much deliberation, Moore decided to follow Lina.
Even if she dies, Moore has to see it with his own eyes.
Then I smashed her head to pieces to vent my anger.
It's a pity, she still has some skills.
One zombie after another appeared in the woods. Moore stopped, exhausted, and picked up a stone to sharpen his iron knife.
Tsk, I should have taken that brat's knife just now. Her knife was eerily sharp, a product of magical Chinese magic.
After resting for a while, Moore finally returned to the vicinity of the prison, which was overrun by walkers. Moore didn't want to go in and die; he only came back because he had hidden something outside the prison.
This is wisdom.
Moore found his hidden car with practiced ease; inside were some food, water, and medicine.
Most of the medicine was given to that old man Herschel that day, and now there is less than half a bottle of anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine left.
Moore stared blankly at the burning prison for a while. To be honest, life in there wasn't bad.
With the accelerator pressed down, Moore bid farewell to this brief stop, where he had found his place and now lost it.
Back in the cabin, Lina was still unconscious, muttering to herself.
Moor curiously leaned closer to listen, and besides calling out Daryl, Rick, Glenn, Amy...
Damn it! It was Grandpa Moore who saved you!
Mo'er sat up angrily and called out to everyone, but no one could be found.
Tsk.
"Dad...Mom..."
Moor rubbed his temples in annoyance. He really didn't know what Daryl saw in this brat. Didn't he have any conscience?
He roughly shoved the medicine into Lina's mouth, then poured a mouthful of water into her mouth. After hesitating for a long time, Mohr put down some supplies and went downstairs.
He had to keep an eye on this guy, but he couldn't solve Lina's psychological problems. He didn't have Daryl's good temper, nor was he in the mood.
Moore lay down on the sofa and took a nap; he was really exhausted.
*
"I've done the math, and you and #% are incompatible..."
"%￥&! Lina's indulging in feudal superstition again!"
"Shut up!!!" Little Lina screamed and ran around frantically, seemingly looking for a place to hide.
"Woof woof woof!"
With a burst of energy, little Lina rushed to the Bernese Mountain Dog's belly. The Mountain Dog tilted its head in confusion, but quickly adjusted its position, lying down steadily without pressing down on Lina so much that she couldn't breathe.
"...Get out of the way...you always spoil her..." the woman said helplessly to the grinning dog.
Clearly, this is not the first time such a thing has happened.
"Hey, baby, look!"
[Knock knock knock—]
The red ball fell, bounced, fell, bounced, and Bern Hill's eyes lit up, and he chased after it.
Little Lina trembled as she looked up, forcing a smile. "Hey, Mom...you look so beautiful today..."
Lina was lifted into the air, looking ashamed and dejected.
Sway, sway, sway, sway...
[Thump—]
Lina rubbed her forehead and got up, looking around in confusion. "What the heck? I can teleport? Or am I sleepwalking?" She clearly remembered being in the woods before she passed out.
However, it seemed like she had a dream, and she couldn't quite remember it. Lina rubbed her temples. There were cookies, water, and medicine on the table.
Someone saved her. Was it someone from prison?
Lina thought for a moment, then put her things away and carefully pushed open the door to go downstairs. She didn't know how long she had slept, but she could see that it was very bright outside, so it seemed to be morning.
Lina glanced in the direction of the sun. Maybe it would be the next morning, or the third day? She didn't know.
Strangely, she was the only one in the room; there was no one else there.
Lina stood in the middle of the house, bewildered, not knowing where to go or what to do.
The final stop? Just find the railway tracks and keep following them; she'll meet other people there.
But should she go?
Lina walked to the sofa and sat down.
She touched the sofa; it was still warm.
That person just left.
Lina didn't know why, and she was too lazy to think about it. She could stay here for the time being, recover her health, and then leave.
Lina looked at the empty room, feeling as if her heart was empty as well.
She was tired of living; she just felt so tired, so very tired.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn't save them; she only hindered them at crucial moments. Take the one thing she did—hunting down the governor—she never succeeded.
Lina stared at the ceiling for a long time before finally standing up and pushing open the door.
She looked around, randomly chose a direction, and left aimlessly.
All she wants now is to escape.
When she got hungry, Lina took out two biscuits, sat by the tree, and casually ate a couple of bites. Although she hadn't fully recovered, wielding a knife was no problem for her.
Lina only wandered around for less than two hours before fainting again.
Moll, who had been following from a distance, glanced at Lina speechlessly, thinking he might as well let her get bitten to death.
Even with these thoughts in mind, Moore still ran up and killed the zombie that was trying to take off Lina's shoes.
Her boots are practically welded shut.
Moll kicked Lina, who was completely unconscious. He really didn't understand.
Mohr took the medicine out of Lina's pocket, gave her two more pills, and then put some grapes next to her. After doing this, Mohr sat down next to her. When he saw that she was almost moving, Mohr quietly hid again.
It's really strange, but to be honest, Moore doesn't know how to deal with Lina face to face either.
He only spouts meaningless nonsense; he's no good as a therapist.
If it were anyone else who had the same illness, he would have already settled things with a fight, but he has gotten himself into the biggest trouble ever.
If she cries like that again, he won't know what to do.
When Lina woke up, she saw grapes beside her. Well, the Snail Fairy was still with her!
Lina sat up, and the medicine in her pocket was found. It seemed that he had just given her medicine. Lina took the grapes and popped them into her mouth one by one.
It doesn't taste good; it's sour.
As Lina ate, she started crying. After getting used to being with everyone, was it really this hard to be alone?
Mo'er hid behind her with an "I knew it" look on his face. Luckily, he didn't go out; he couldn't stand this woman's whiny tears.
After finishing the grapes, Lina looked around and said, "You come out here!"
Morton paused, then hid even more concealed.
Lina stood up angrily after seeing no movement for a long time. "Moore! If you don't come out... I, I..." Lina hung her head dejectedly. Daryl wasn't there, Amy wasn't there, nobody was there. What could she do?
"Forget it, just go your own way, don't follow me," Lina said sullenly. "Go find Daryl, he needs you."
Lina picked up the water bottle and left.
Moore pursed his lips helplessly. His brother wasn't that weak; he would survive. But it seemed that the kid wasn't planning on going to find someone else.
Mohr hesitated. Although the current situation seemed awkward no matter how he looked at it, he could neither let Lina go to her death nor fail to go to Daryl.
Let's just knock them out and carry them away.
Mohr made a decision and quickly followed in the direction Lina had gone.
As they walked, Moore spotted supplies under the tree: water, biscuits, and medicine bottles, but Lina was nowhere to be seen.
Moore looked at the footprints around him. "Damn!"
Did she graduate from Daryl's school?
Lina glanced at Mole from the side, then returned to where she had just woken up and continued forward.
She doesn't want to stay with everyone anymore, but that doesn't mean she'll leave completely. She'll go to the final stop and see if she can help in any way.
She just wanted to stay far away.
Frustrated at not being able to find her, Moore drove wildly down the road. That brat, he had no idea what Lina was up to, and he looked like he didn't want to live anymore.
But the good fortune didn't last long. The car ran out of gas, and when Moore got out of the car, he realized that the gas tank had been leaking for some time, something he hadn't noticed.
"Tsk," Moore kicked the tire angrily, then slung his bag over his shoulder and continued walking.
He remembered the direction Daryl had run in, and decided to try his luck there.
*
Lina walked through the woods and came to the roadside. The good news was that there was a small town just ahead.
Lena dragged her weary legs forward. There seemed to be no zombies in the town; the streets were empty, as if she were the only person left in the world.
Lina picked a house and opened the door. The house wasn't messy, but there were no walkers. Lina found a backpack. The kitchen was empty. Lina rummaged through various drawers and only found a few candies.
Speaking of candy, it's a pity about the box Dwayne gave her; I wonder how he's doing now.
Thinking of the prison, Lina lost all interest in searching and wearily sat down against the table.
Is there any meaning to living?
Maybe dying would be better, you don't have to look at this disgusting world anymore, and you don't have to live in fear of losing it.
Lina sat quietly when a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside. It was quite far away, and Lina nervously went to the window to observe. The gunshot quickly disappeared.
The group that just left might be Old Joe and his crew who were chasing Rick and his friends. They'll run into Daryl later...
Beth, right, there's also Beth. She was taken to the hospital, and a fat pervert almost bullied Karl. Lina pinched her brow, feeling a headache coming on. There were so many things to deal with. She needed transportation.
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