In the autumn woods, the ground is completely covered with fallen leaves, and you never know whether there will be mud or a puddle under your next step.
But experience can effectively avoid it. Although it cannot be completely avoided, it can be avoided if you follow Daryl's footsteps.
"It's the third time. Maybe he's gone. It's not a wonderful experience to travel through the jungle," Daryl said calmly.
Karl chuckled and said, "I don't want to give up just like that. I believe I will find him this time. Even if I can't find him this time, I will find him next time, and the next time."
"Just leave it to us, there's no need for you to follow." Daryl said softly.
"I think it's necessary." Carl smiled and didn't explain further.
"Boy, can't you just stay in prison peacefully? I can't stay there even if I want to." Moore said with a smile.
"After this matter is resolved, I shouldn't run around anymore. It's already late autumn and approaching winter." Carl said softly.
"I hope this winter isn't as cold as last year." Michonne sighed softly.
"Did you and I meet our father at that time? How did you get through that cold winter?" Carl asked.
"Yes, I met your father in Atlanta, and that winter was not a good memory."
"Well, this winter won't be that cold." Carl smiled. Last winter was an exceptionally good memory for him.
"Uh uh..." A zombie in front was lying on the ground and chewing something.
"Swish!" Daryl shot a crossbow arrow and slowly approached, "You should come and see."
Carl and his companions also walked closer. They saw the corpse of a wild boar. Its stomach had been dug open by zombies, and its internal organs had fallen to the ground, having been eaten a lot.
"What a pity for this wild boar. It must have two or three hundred pounds of meat. Let's go. There's nothing to see. It's already been ruined." Moore curled his lips.
"Wait." Carl squatted down, and Daryl grabbed the zombie's body and threw it aside.
At this time, you can clearly see a huge bloody hole on the back of the wild boar.
"It's him," Daryl said softly.
"Yes, it seems we are very close to him." Carl smiled and stood up, "Everyone, please pay attention and try to catch him alive."
The huge bloody hole was a wound that could not be caused by an ordinary rifle, and Carl still had a vivid memory of the hand cannon that was nearly half a meter long.
Moreover, one of the wild boar's legs had been cut off with a knife, and there was also a cut on the back, and the tenderloin should have been taken away.
It was obvious that he couldn't carry away a whole wild boar by himself, so it was certain that he, Carl's target, was him.
Daryl and his team have been pursuing their target for quite some time, Joseph, and they are probably close.
"It should be this way." Daryl said, twisting the fallen leaves on the ground.
"Let's go."
"Carl, why are you so obsessed with catching Joseph? And since you want to capture him alive, why don't you bring more people with you?" Michonne asked.
"The four of us are enough. It's not the number of people that matters, but the quality. If we don't get rid of him, he will always be a nuisance. Maybe he can add a good hand to our prison."
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"Shh!" Daryl made a hushing finger, bent his body, and slowly moved forward.
Michonne held the hilt of the knife with her backhand and stood sideways behind Daryl. Maul took out his pistol and stood guard at the rear. Carl also took out his Glock and leaned behind a tree, guarding other directions.
"Hu~" He exhaled slowly and calmed his breathing.
It was undeniable that Carl was a little nervous.
Carl is very confident in his marksmanship, and his marksmanship has never let him down, but facing zombies and people who have no ability to resist is different from facing enemies lurking in the dark with guns.
This is not a game. We are all mortal beings. If we are hit by a bullet, everyone will die.
Carl had never had the experience of exchanging fire with others before, and he wanted to avoid it as much as possible, but bullets have no eyes.
Even if you have a huge advantage, you may still be killed by a bullet.
But Carl felt that this was unavoidable, and he also needed some experience. This time he was only dealing with one person, which was already a good place to gain experience.
And Carl felt that if Joseph was sensible enough, perhaps there would be no need to take action at all.
Living alone in such a world, especially being away from home, is definitely not a wonderful experience for him.
After all, humans are social animals, and if it were before the end of the world, there might still be a few mavericks.
But in the current environment, it is really difficult for people living alone to survive. Even if they survive, they can only live in a miserable way, and even the most basic food and safety may not be guaranteed.
The most important thing is that it is difficult to get a good night's sleep.
In this case, Carl couldn't think of anyone who would refuse an invitation to live in a safe camp, and all he had to pay was something insignificant, such as...
"At least he's been here." Daryl carefully put the wire tied to the can on the ground. "It seems that he has some experience living in the jungle."
"He's a veteran, maybe from some field unit. Anyway, be careful."
"Hey, look what I found." After Daryl put down the wire, Moore went to the front to investigate the situation.
A small wooden house behind the woods can be seen through the gaps between the branches. It is not far away, just a few dozen meters away.
"Be careful," Carl warned.
"Carl, you stay here and keep watch for us." Daryl said softly.
Carl narrowed his eyes slightly, but still nodded, "Be careful, Daryl, I'll be behind you."
"In that case, let's act!" Michonne growled.
Maul and Michonne were in front, one on the left and one on the right, carefully approaching the cabin using the trees as cover. Daryl followed behind with a crossbow, keeping a certain distance.
Soon, several people disappeared from Carl's sight. Carl held the Glock in both hands and moved forward slowly. There was really no need for him to get too close.
At this moment, something cold and hard suddenly touched the back of Carl's head.
"Tsk tsk...little guy, long time no see. Did you miss me so much? Why did you bring someone to see me?"
Carl's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart suddenly tightened. Carl knew very well what was pressing against the back of his head, and he slowly uttered a name.
"Joseph..."
"That's the correct answer, but unfortunately there's no reward. Now, throw away the gun in your hand and turn around slowly."
"Joseph, I think we need to talk. I have no ill intentions here. Aww~"
Carl's voice was interrupted by his own low cry of pain. Joseph's patience seemed to be running out, and he directly hit Carl's back of the head with the muzzle of the gun.
"Little guy, do you know what kind of gun I have in my hand? I only need to pull the trigger lightly, and your head, the entire head will be gone. Oh no, maybe there will be some bone residue left, so, little guy, do what I say."
"Okay." Carl was hit on the back of his head again, which made him frown slightly. Without hesitation, he threw away the Glock in his hand, turned around slowly, and chuckled at the same time;
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