Chapter 5
By the time Lina ran upstairs, everything upstairs had turned into a complete mess. Rick, covering his face, saw Lina coming up and gestured for her to hide.
Lena glanced at Moore, who was hitting T-shirts, and quietly crept along the wall to Rick's side.
"Are you alright?" Lina glanced at Rick's face.
There were a few bloodstains.
"fine."
At this moment, Moore held up a gun and forced everyone to vote for him as the leader. Rick narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue against his cheek in displeasure.
Before he could even hit Moore with the butt of his gun, Lina grabbed the bags she had collected and swung both bags at the back of Moore's head.
Moor was stunned by the blow and fell to the ground.
"Woops!" Lina took off the big bag from her back and threw it at Moore's head.
"Are you going to smash him to death?" Rick looked at Lina with a mixture of anger and amusement.
Lina shrugged, walked over to Moore, squatted down, moved her bag aside, and looked at Moore curiously.
Mo'er, still dazed, stared at the blurry woman before him, "You..."
Lina instinctively punched him, and Moore was completely unconscious.
"He scared me." Lina waved her hand innocently.
Rick looked down at Lina, suppressing a smile.
Even without the brain-dead Moore (as T-boy put it), they still couldn't make contact via radio. Rick and his friends looked around, trying to find a way to escape.
Soon, guided by Jacques, they decided to go underground to see if they could access the sewers.
"I'll stay and take care of them...?" Lina looked at T-boy and the unconscious Moore.
"Be careful." Rick pulled out handcuffs, intending to lock Moore to the pipe.
“No need,” Lina stopped him. “I don’t think he’ll wake up anytime soon.”
Rick looked at it and confirmed it was true.
He handed the handcuffs and keys to Lina, "just in case."
"Yes, boss!" Lina nodded and hung the handcuffs on her waist.
After they all went down, the rooftop was quiet. "Boss? What's your relationship with him?" he asked Lina curiously.
“I met him on the way,” Lina said. “He wanted to come here to find his wife and son, and I just happened to be alone and didn’t have any goals. He’s a good man.”
T-boy nodded. "We have a camp there, and the people there are nice. You won't be alone anymore."
Lena looked up at the sky. “You’re right…” But everyone will eventually die. In the end, only Rick, Daryl, and Carol survived at Camp Atlanta.
This made her sad.
"Don't worry, we'll escape," T-boy reassured him.
“You’re right, mentor.” Lina squatted down next to T with a grin, pulling a lollipop from her pocket. “Want one?”
T-boy took the candy, green apple flavored, and popped it into his mouth with satisfaction. "Thanks, I really need this right now. Sugar, oh..."
Lina pulled one out of another pocket. Hmm, pineapple flavor, not bad.
The two ate candy while staring at Moore on the ground. "Are there many bastards like him in your camp?"
“There’s only one like him,” T said. “But his brother isn’t easy to get along with either. They’re both the same—strange, irritable, and fierce…”
Lina twirled the lollipop stick, wondering if she should take Moore back with her.
With Mor in charge, can Daryl still integrate into the camp?
This troubled Lina, who feared that if she took Moore back, Moore's planned scheme would come to fruition: raiding the camp and running away with Daryl.
A moment later, they all rushed up. Lina remembered that famous scene. Damn it, how could she have forgotten it?!
Lina rushed to Morales' side, "Let me see, please, please!" He had a pair of binoculars in his hand.
“Okay,” Morales handed the binoculars to Lina, who searched through the horde of zombies and spotted the two who were walking stiffer than zombies.
“Glen looks terrified,” Lina laughed.
"Hey!" Andrea looked at Lina with displeasure. "That's dangerous!"
"Sorry, sorry," Lina shrugged, "I know..." But it's cute, haha.
Andrea rolled her eyes speechlessly and exchanged a speechless look with Morales.
A moment later, Glenn's voice came over the radio, and everyone sprang into action.
"What should we do with him?" T asked, pointing to the unconscious Moore.
Lina hesitated for a moment, then took off her backpack. "Hey, you have to hold this for me!" T-boy carried Lina's big bag on his back, while also carrying a bunch of other things in his hands.
Lina carried Moore on her back, but most of Moore's legs dragged on the ground.
Lina picked up the other two small bags. "Alright, let's go!"
T-boy ran downstairs in a panic, while Moore's feet thumped on the stairs.
By the time Lina ran down, the roller shutter door was almost open. Lina threw Moore into the carriage, picked up her large backpack and threw it in as well. She didn't notice that the backpack hit Moore in the chest.
He gasped for breath after being hit, and groggily opened his eyes.
All the supplies were thrown onto the truck, Lina jumped in, and Morales closed the truck door.
"A narrow escape from death, cool!" Lina patted the dirt off her body. "Ugh, that guy stinks!" Lina sniffed her clothes, which had picked up a stinky smell after she turned her back to Mor, a smell that was different from the stench of a zombie.
"I didn't expect you to actually carry him on your back." Andrea looked at Lina with some surprise. She was such a little girl, yet she could carry such a strong man like Mor.
"Son of a bitch, which bastard just hit me?" Moore sat up, clutching his chest, feeling dizzy. "Where the hell are we? Hey!"
“Shut up!” Andrea rolled her eyes. As the only white person in the carriage, she was the first to dare to speak up.
Mohr's gaze locked onto Lina. "It's you?" He was somewhat puzzled. This little thing? Was she going to ambush him?
"Instead of that, you should thank Lina. She carried you down from the rooftop. If it weren't for her, you would be dead!" Andrea scolded. At least they wouldn't risk their lives for this bastard.
“She’s the one who knocked me out, little girl,” Moore said, looking at Lina with a hostile expression.
“Little brat, don’t think this is all over,” Moore said viciously.
Lina narrowed her eyes. She knew she was short, had a baby face, and was Asian… but! She was really fed up with these guys constantly calling her a kid!
"What else? Do you want me to knock you out?" Lina stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Mor.
Moor chuckled disdainfully, "Look at you, hurry up and go back to your mother's arms and drink some more milk, maybe you'll grow taller! How old are you this year..." Before Moor could finish his sarcastic words, Lina rushed over angrily, took the short knife from her waist, and began to strike Moor repeatedly.
"Hiss—" Mo'er covered his head; the knife was surprisingly heavy.
The other passengers in the carriage had no intention of helping Mor; the fact that they didn't help Lina kick him was already the last bit of camaraderie they could muster with Mor.
"Hey! You little brat! If you hit me again, I won't be polite!" Moore shouted angrily!
"I challenge you to a duel!" Lina said, her teeth itching with hatred.
"You? Little brat, go back to your policeman daddy's arms and cry," Moore shoved Lina, causing the car to jolt and Lina to fall to the ground.
Moore looked at her mockingly, "Oh~ poor baby~ you can't even stand properly~"
"Ah!!!" Andrea grabbed the flailing Lina, looking at Mor with a headache, "Shut up!"
Morales tossed a bag of biscuits to Mor, saying, "Here, have yours."
Some of the food was indeed a bit quiet, but he kept bothering Andrea with his eyes and then provoking Lina with his eyes.
As for what they said, Lina saved him? What a joke! They must have made that up, just to keep him from causing trouble for this guy.
When they reached a safe place, Rick stopped the car, Morales sat in the front to give directions, and Lina also squeezed in at the front, though luckily she was petite and managed to squeeze into the space behind the seat.
"That bastard, I'm going to duel him!" Lina kept saying this the whole way.
Rick looked at Morales helplessly, unsure of what to say.
“He actually called me a little kid, and he looks down on me! I can tell! He looks down on me, he doesn’t believe I knocked him out, and he doesn’t believe I carried him on my back!” Lina kept complaining. “At least I should get a thank you! I did move my beloved backpack!”
Moll, who was in the carriage, was also touching his face, feeling that something was wrong with his face, as if he had been hit by something.
“It was her knife,” Andrea said.
"No way, girl? You're serious?" Moore asked incredulously. "That little brat?"
“It was her. She saved you. We don’t have the time or energy to carry you down from upstairs,” T said. “You should at least be nicer to her.”
“Shut up, you idiots,” Moore snapped, his brow furrowed. “When did it become your place to tell me what to do?”
“We’ll talk properly when we get back.” Moore emphasized the word “talk,” and no one thought he really wanted to ‘talk’ or at least not just talk about it.
"It looks like we've arrived." The car stopped, and Andrea opened the door and peered out.
"Amy!"
Lena jumped off the train and looked for her backpack in the back compartment. Moore was picking through her backpack, seemingly looking at what was inside. Lena angrily snatched the bag away and put it on.
She carried Rick's weapon bag in one hand and awkwardly slung two bags of clothes from the department store onto her arm with the other. She glared fiercely at Moore before jumping out of the car.
“God! Damn! You’re like a mini Christmas tree!” Moore said.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Lina gave Moore a hard middle finger, then angrily tossed her head and headed back to the camp.
She saw Rick's family crying their hearts out. Sean, standing to the side, was somewhat taken aback, but the happiness on his face was undeniable.
It's such a pity that such good people ended up becoming enemies.
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