Chapter 9
“Daryl?” Moore looked at the shadows outside the tent. “Daryl?”
wrong!
The two swaying figures were zombies!
Moore stood up, grabbed his knife—that damn cop hadn't returned his gun yet! It was his private property! Damn it!
“Hey, where are you going?” Andrea called out anxiously.
"I need to pee—" Amy said helplessly. Her sister was really worrying too much.
Lina, who was standing next to the trailer, froze for a moment as she watched Amy walk toward the RV. Good heavens!
Lina hurriedly ran to the carriage to get her knife. She had taken the knife off and put it aside while she was packing her things. Damn it, she was so happy that she forgot about the big event tonight!
Moore had dealt with the two walkers, and his expression as he looked at the camp was obscure in the dim firelight.
"Hey! Does anyone have toilet paper?! Ahhhhh!" Amy screamed.
"Shut up, you screaming chicken, get back inside the carriage!" Moore yelled as he stabbed the zombie in the hood of the train. Just then, he saw another zombie appear behind Amy!
Moore instinctively reached out and grabbed Amy's neck, as if trying to pull her away, but the zombie bit down on Moore's hand.
"F#%k!" Moore cried out in pain, shook off Amy, and stabbed the zombie that was biting his hand to death.
"Get inside!" Moore's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Amy on the ground, then turned to attack the oncoming zombies.
Lina, who had just arrived, was stunned. When she got there, she saw a walker bite Moore's hand, and Moore had saved Amy.
"Hey! Kid, if you keep spacing out, go back to your policeman daddy's arms." Moore glared at Lina, then kicked away the zombie that pounced on Lina from behind. Lina turned around and finished off the zombie.
"I was just scared by you. You're so ugly you could scare a zombie to death," Lina retorted defiantly. Moore's face was covered in a mess of colors, making his already ugly face even uglier.
"..." This wasn't the first time Mo'er had been told this, so he didn't bother to pay any attention to Lina, mainly because the current situation didn't allow it.
And his hands… Moore began to feel fear; he didn’t want to become a son of a bitch walking corpse.
Fortunately, with sufficient firepower, the battle was quickly over. The casualties in the camp did not change much. Apart from Amy surviving, Jim was not bitten either.
Once everyone had caught their breath, their gazes, filled with complex emotions, were fixed on Moore.
“We have to take care of him,” Sean said to Rick in a low voice.
Rick hesitated for a moment, "He did it to save Amy..."
“God! Brother, I know, I think Amy and Andrea will appreciate his selflessness, but he’s been bitten…” Sean said irritably, “He’s a dead man now. Look at the rest of us, look at Carl, look at Lowry, that’s what you should be worried about.”
"I really thank you, Moore, really." After hugging Amy, Andrea looked at Moore with some guilt. She glanced at Moore's hand and looked away as if she had been electrocuted.
“Thank you, Moore, I…” Amy couldn’t help but cry.
"Tsk," Moore felt a little dizzy, "You should all thank me for building a statue of Old Man Moore in the camp. I'm the savior, line up to kiss Old Man Moore's toes..." He was dizzy but still tried to stay strong.
“Now, you bastard, give me back my gun.” Moore looked at Rick.
Rick hesitated for a moment, then went to the tent to get his gun. Sean looked at Rick in disbelief and followed him angrily.
Lina glanced at Moore, who looked unwell and could barely stand.
"Hey, you idiot, want to live?" Lina shoved the cleaned longsword back into its sheath and carried it on her back.
"Get lost, you brat." Moore had no time for idle chatter with Lina; he was now filled with regret.
He should have just slipped away. If he had left these guys to feed the walkers, he could have just taken the supplies and left, and Daryl wouldn't have said anything then.
He must be out of his mind. What does it matter to him whether these people live or die?
Moore glanced at his hands and clenched them in frustration.
Even if it can be cured, it will be ruined. Besides, once bitten, there's no hope of recovery.
Lina walked up to Moore, smiling, "I take back what I said, there's still hope for you."
"Oh F#*k——" Before Moore could react, the sharp pain in his wrist made him kneel down, clutching his arm.
“You’re welcome. You don’t need to kiss my toes,” Lina wiped the dagger and tucked it back into her waistband.
"Now, is there anyone who can stop the bleeding?" Lina turned to look at everyone in the camp.
Everyone was startled by Lina's half-blooded face and her happy smile, and involuntarily took a step back.
"Shall I give it a try?" Glenn walked forward, somewhat bewildered.
"...Use air?" Lina glanced at Glenn.
"Oh, I, I'll go get the medicine from the RV..." Glenn laughed awkwardly and quickly ran away.
Lina crouched down, untied the hair tie from her hair, ignored Moore's resistance, grabbed his severed arm, and wrapped it tightly around it.
"I'll find you a pirate hooker later, that would be awesome," Lina teased.
"Get lost! Old Moore wants to commission a swordsman, and you'll be the first one he makes his cut." Moore's vision went white from the pain. This damned brat, he just cut him without warning.
"Hmph, you'd better really be able to," Lina said, securing his hands and hoisting Moore onto her back as she carried him into his tent.
She saw two walkers near the tent; they lived in the outermost area, so they were the first walkers to appear.
But he didn't run away?
Lina left Moor in the tent and turned to run back to her carriage.
She ran back carrying her huge backpack, which contained many things she could understand and couldn't, but which might be of some help.
"Emmm, I don't know what to do," Glenn said, almost in despair, holding a towel. "He's bleeding nonstop..."
“You did a great job! Now he’ll either die from turning into a zombie or from blood loss.” Sean shouted at Lina, while the camp’s medicine was going to be wasted on this hopeless guy.
“Get out of here,” Lena shoved Sean aside, opened her backpack, took out something that looked like a wrapped plastic bag, and stuck it into her arm.
“We don’t know his blood type,” Dale interrupted.
"It's okay, I'm blood type O," Lina said, blood slowly flowing from her body. It wasn't as difficult as she had imagined. Indeed, watching TV dramas can teach you something.
A bag of blood was quickly drawn. Lina adjusted herself, inserted the needle into Moore's hand, and transfused the blood. The old bastard had completely passed out.
"We're out of towels." Glenn threw towels all over the floor. How could this guy bleed so much!
“I have two bags of new clothes in my carriage,” Lina said.
"I'll go get it. Remember to untie it from time to time, otherwise that part will get necrotic," Rick said hurriedly, then ran out.
Daryl rushed back and was startled to find almost everyone gathered outside the tent. "What happened?" Daryl felt uneasy. He saw bloodstains all the way into the tent.
“Hey! Calm down,” Rick came back with his bag. “We’re working on it, Daryl. Stay outside.”
"Go to hell, that's my brother!" Daryl rushed inside, and Sean at the door punched Daryl in the cheek, and the two started fighting.
“God! Sean! What are you doing! Stop!” Lowry yelled angrily, “We’re already in enough chaos!”
"Sean! Stop!" Rick lifted Sean up from behind. "We should be inside helping with first aid!"
“Save him? He’s been bitten, he’s beyond saving!” Sean shoved Rick aside. “He’s a piece of trash. How much are we going to waste on a piece of trash? And that stupid kid you brought back, can’t you keep an eye on her?! Look at her arrogant attitude, what does she think she can do? She’s like a crazy psychopath, don’t act like she knows everything…”
Rick punched Sean. "Calm down now?"
Sean covered his face, lowered his head, and remained silent.
“We’ll do everything we can, understand?” Rick put his arm around Sean’s shoulder, trying to meet Sean’s gaze firmly.
"Do you understand?"
"Fine! Whatever!" Sean gasped for breath, kicking a zombie at his feet in frustration.
Daryl shoved Sean and Rick aside and went into the tent, where Moore was unconscious.
“…I have type O blood,” Daryl said.
“No, I don’t know how immediate family members are counted. You should wait,” Lina said. There was no need to take the risk unless absolutely necessary. Speaking of which, how did Rick give Carl the blood transfusion back then?
“He’s my brother!” Daryl couldn’t accept that he could only watch helplessly.
"Please, make me some food? Considering I still need to have my blood drawn?" Lina raised an eyebrow at Daryl. "I want meat."
“…Okay.” Daryl felt indebted to him no matter how he looked at it, so he didn't refuse. “How could he…”
“He saved Amy,” Glenn said amidst his busy schedule, the bleeding beginning to stop. “To be honest, we were quite surprised too.”
Daryl was convinced that Lina must have damaged Mor's brain, but at that moment he didn't want to say anything; his mind was already preoccupied with Mor, who was lying dying in the tent.
Daryl walked out of the tent dejectedly. He could only go and grill meat for the people inside? What a joke.
"Hey!" Lina called out to Daryl, "Does your brother have any infectious diseases? Like AIDS or something?"
“…He sometimes has gonorrhea,” Daryl said in a muffled voice.
Lina's expression twisted slightly as she looked at Glenn. "Is this thing contagious through blood?"
"Uh... really?" Glenn's expression twisted. How was he supposed to explain this to a minor?
“…I think I shouldn’t take the risk,” Lina said, looking at the needle with a conflicted expression.
“Guess what? I have another new needle,” Dale said, appearing out of nowhere as if by divine intervention, pulling a new needle from his pocket.
"Thank you, Dale!" Lina happily took the needle and began drawing the second bag of blood.
"Are you alright?" Rick walked in. Moore's wound looked like the bleeding had stopped. "Here are some antibiotics. Give them to him in a bit." He put down a few boxes of pills.
“I think we need a doctor,” Lina said casually as the blood was being drawn. “The two of us are like greenhorns.”
Glenn nodded. He had only learned a little bit of first aid in college, so he was really being forced into this role.
“That depends on luck,” Rick said helplessly. “Then we’ll see if he can hold on.”
“My brother is the strongest cockroach,” Daryl said sullenly as he walked in, having heard Rick’s words.
Rick glanced at him but did not refute him.
"Hey, squirrel killer, where's my meat?" Lina's lips were visibly pale, and she paused for a moment. "Not so fast!"
He rummaged through his bag, pulled out a chocolate bar, and tossed it to Lina. "You don't look much better than the walkers outside."
Lina held the chocolate bar in one hand, tore it open with her teeth, and mumbled, "You two brothers will owe me a favor from now on. You'll both be my lackeys."
Rick glanced at Lina with a headache. Luckily, she was the only teenager in the camp. Once Lina finished this phase, Carl would soon be going through his rebellious phase and adolescence. Rick felt like he couldn't breathe.
“…Screw you.” Daryl said irritably, it was all because of that idiot, Mor.
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