Chapter 50
To be honest, Lina is the kind of person who, when she has nothing to do, will question the meaning of life and contemplate death. However, she usually puts this behavior out of her mind when she is busy.
She tends to get sidetracked, and when she finally remembers something important, she has to rush to finish it. She should take the time to write down all the events so she can address them in advance, instead of regretting not doing them sooner when they're already upon her.
Lina didn't understand why this was so difficult for her, as it was always postponed due to various unforeseen circumstances.
Lina looked around but couldn't find a usable vehicle. No, there was one.
A creaking sound came from the quiet roadside. In the distance, a person was riding a dilapidated bicycle, struggling uphill, with several zombies chasing after him not far behind.
Riding is faster than walking, so Lina resigned herself to her fate.
Why do other people look for a car, but she looks for a bicycle? And the most dilapidated kind at that!
Did she get a bad script or a comedy script?
Lena rode her bicycle with a ferocious expression. She found a map of the surrounding area in town, and although it was hard to decipher, she found the location of the funeral home. She hoped she could make it before dark.
Although time was tight, Lina really had no choice; the broken-down car was finally totaled, so Lina had to abandon it and start hiking.
I've really had enough. Can't they just drop a car down from the sky for her?
Perhaps heaven heard Lina's prayer, for a small gas station appeared ahead. Lina saw a car parked in front of it, and after thinking for a moment, she crept along the roadside to the gas station. She hid in a corner and secretly watched; there was movement inside!
A short while later, Moore came out from inside.
Lina recoiled as if she'd seen a ghost, quickly pulling her head back and pressing herself tightly against the wall to hide. Wait, how could she run into this?
Moore left with a bucket. Lina went over to take a look. The car was almost out of gas, so she decided not to steal it. Lina opened the map, took out a lipstick from the car, drew a big circle on the funeral home, and wrote it down.
Lena tossed the map onto the steering wheel, fearing that Moore wouldn't go. After thinking for a moment, she took her lipstick and wrote the initials of her name on the car window.
Then, discarding the lipstick, Lina unceremoniously took a bottle of water from Mor and continued on her way.
What if he refuses to go? She'll still have to see it for herself.
Only then did Lina regret her earlier act of arrogance in the woods, leaving food, water, and medicine behind without taking anything for herself. After working herself to the bone for so long, she was now behaving herself.
After taking only a couple of steps, Lina looked at the person in front of her and closed her eyes helplessly.
"You found me a long time ago?" Lina asked resignedly.
“That’s right,” Moore sneered. “You’re pretty fast, aren’t you? I could hear the creaking of your stupid bicycle from two miles away. I thought someone was crazy enough to have sex in the middle of the road.”
"..." Lina glared at Mole.
"Get in the car," Moore said, too lazy to say anything, and simply pulled Lina back.
"No!" Lina stubbornly resisted, but all that remained was stubbornness; there was no resistance.
"Fine, I don't care about your little psychological issues. I just want to hand you over to Daryl properly, and then you can do whatever you want with me," Moore said impatiently.
"You're the one who's crazy!" Lina yelled.
"Yes, I'm crazy. I can't even stand up straight, yet I still run around like this. I'm crazy. I don't take my medicine and just wander around outside," Moore said irritably. He really didn't know what kind of garbage was in Lina's brain.
“If you want to die, I can send you on your way, no need for all this trouble,” Moore said.
“I didn’t want to die!” Lina retorted.
“You’re courting death,” Moore released Lina, then grabbed her collar. Lina stood on tiptoe, her face flushed red from the tightness. “What are you doing!”
“Listen, my brother is a strong man, he will pull through,” Moore said, a murderous glint in his eyes. “I have countless ways to make you die in an accident, and I will do it too. This is the last time. If you dare to hurt Daryl again, I will kill you.”
Moll abruptly released Lina's hand, and Lina staggered back a few steps. "I didn't hurt him!" Lina looked at Moll in disbelief.
“Every time you lose your mind, you are hurting him,” Moore scoffed. Daryl will be very sad to lose Lina, but he will get over it. Moore just doesn’t want Daryl to be sad, so he will protect Lina.
But Lina's repeated suicide attempts were pushing his limits.
"..." Lina became honest. "That's why I think I should leave..." Lina said softly.
“Are you really stupid or just pretending? That idiot will definitely come looking for you, even if you die, he'll want to see it with his own eyes,” Moore said. “I don’t care what’s in your head, but don’t act like a bastard. Live, live on. You have too many things to do. Drain the water out of your head.”
Lina followed Mor dejectedly.
“Only addicts talk about life and death without thinking all day long. Even streetwalkers know that living is the most important thing. Only by living can they get drugs, instead of feeling miserable and dying with an empty wallet and an empty mind. They drink alcohol and smoke drugs, but that’s how it is. Look, they still live shamelessly.” Moore stopped in frustration. He didn’t even know what he was saying. He just said that he was not suitable to be a psychological counselor.
"Anyway, you'd better live well, or I'll kill you." Moore decided to spare him and said succinctly.
"...So if you kill me, how am I supposed to live a good life?" Lina said, trying to provoke a conflict.
"Why would I kill you if you're alive and well?" Moore glared at Lina.
“But who decides whether it’s good or bad? You? Then you can kill me whenever you want,” Lina said.
“Shut up,” Moore said, fed up with the brat’s nagging. He shoved the bucket at Lina. “Go find some oil.”
"Hmph." Lina reluctantly took the bucket and went to the gas tank of the car in front to get some oil.
As Moore watched Lina's clumsy movements, he also looked around; she was incredibly stupid.
Fortunately, Lina managed to pull out some oil in her haste. She spat it out in disgust, but inevitably inhaled some gasoline as she sucked it out.
It took the two of them a long time to finally collect a bucket of oil before they changed course and returned to the car. Moore immediately saw the masterpiece on the car window.
Lina whistled guiltily and looked away.
Moore wiped it off casually, then picked up the map from the steering wheel. "The cemetery?" Moore looked at the area circled by Lina with some confusion.
“I just think they might be around there,” Lina said.
Moore had already witnessed the kid's strange intuition, or rather, his jinx. Anyway, he didn't know where to go. This place was within Moore's guessing range, so it wasn't a bad idea to go there and look for it.
"Get in the car." Moore gestured with his head, then got into the driver's seat himself.
Lina got into the passenger seat, pulled out her seatbelt and fastened it. Moore rolled his eyes at the sight.
With a tap of the accelerator, the car sped away into the desolate twilight.
As we all know, the co-pilot usually takes on the role of navigation, and when this role falls on Lina, it's a tragedy.
"Are you blind? We clearly turned at the last intersection." After driving for ages, it was already dark and we still hadn't seen the cemetery. Moor stopped the car in confusion, snatched the map, and said that Lina had given the wrong directions again.
"How should I know? Aren't they all drawn the same way?" Lina shouted angrily. It's just a few mistakes! "I told you to look for yourself, and you blame me for not looking carefully?"
"I'm fucking driving!" Moore roared.
"But you can still see the map!" Lina felt guilty for a second. "I pointed it out to you, and you said it was correct."
Moore glared at her, too lazy to argue with her, and started backing up.
"Is there a car?" Lina patted Moore's arm.
“Yes,” Moore frowned and looked in the rearview mirror. Lina opened the car window and looked back. A cross, that’s it.
"Moore, run him over!" Lina shouted.
"Huh?" Moore was taken aback. "Are you sure?"
Moore glanced at the fuel gauge; it was almost empty, but there was still half a can of fuel in the bucket behind him. He finally managed to find a drivable car…
"Hit him!" Lina insisted.
"I really owe you something," Moore cursed, quickly turning the steering wheel and ramming into him.
The loud crash startled Lina, who gripped the overhead handle tightly; thankfully, she was wearing her seatbelt.
Moore was dazed from the impact, and blood slowly trickled down his forehead.
"That'll teach you to not wear a seatbelt," Lina complained, then deftly unbuckled her seatbelt, pulled out her pistol, and went to the car behind.
Through the car window, Lina saw the passenger in the front passenger seat slammed against the glass, seemingly beyond saving, while the woman in the driver's seat, her face covered in blood, was trying to pull out a gun.
Lena pointed a gun at her, then opened the back door, and Beth collapsed unconscious in the back seat.
"What do you want?" the woman in the driver's seat asked, feigning composure.
"I'm just telling you, next time don't just bump into someone and then steal them away," Lina said.
Moore walked over, spotted Beth immediately, picked her up, and put her in his car.
“We didn’t know she was one of yours, we saved her,” the woman said quickly.
“Say what you will,” Lina said, not believing her. In Lina’s mind, it was clearly these people who hit Beth with their car and then kidnapped her.
Lina closed the car door and walked to Moore's side. "Can the car still be driven?"
“It can’t be too far,” Moore said after glancing around. “I remember there are houses over there. Let’s go there first.”
“Okay,” Lina walked to the back seat, unsure how serious Beth’s injury was. Neither she nor Moore knew anything about medicine. Lina touched Beth’s forehead; she didn’t have a fever, so she gave Beth some anti-inflammatory medicine first, and then treated her wounds.
Lena examined Beth's body. "Her arm is broken! I told you those two hit her!" Lena said angrily. Why didn't Moore kill them both?
"Are there any internal injuries?" Moore asked.
"You said it was an internal injury, how would I know?" Lina said speechlessly.
“Nonsense, can’t you look? Can’t you touch?” Moore shouted.
"You're not blind!" Lina retorted just as defiantly.
Mohr was so angry that he rolled his eyes. Fortunately, they soon found a house. After Mohr checked it, he and Lina carried Beth inside. Lina then lifted Beth's clothes inside the house and examined him while pressing down on him.
Thankfully, the most serious injury was just a fracture. Lina breathed a sigh of relief and helped Beth get dressed.
Oh no, I've forgotten about long-distance runner Daryl again.
Lina's eyes widened in horror. What kind of single-minded person was she?! Lina covered her head in despair and screamed silently.
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