Rick lay on the bed, his clothes open, his bandages around his chest exposed. The bandage hadn't been changed for a long time, and it was already very dirty.

"He's dressed in the clothes that the hospital provides for the inpatients," said Kutara to the black man, "where do you think he's coming from?" Now is the time...... Which other hospital can keep him in? Or is it that after the disaster broke out, and the time we met him, he was just wandering outside in bandages and in a hospital gown. ”

"It's really suspicious," the black man chimed in.

"He's badly wounded, and the bandages are old," Sara continued, "and we should untie the bandages and see." ”

The black man walked over to the bed and touched Rick's forehead with his hand.

"He's got a fever," the black man was a little flustered, "anyone who has been bitten by a walking corpse has a fever, and when the fever reaches a certain point, they'll die, and then in a few hours, they'll get up again and bite people when they see them!" ”

"Just untie the bandages and you'll know." Akutara said calmly.

So, the black man, along with Kashara, untied the bandages on Rick's body. The wound is located on Rick's left rib, not far from the heart, and is round in shape, and has largely healed. It can be seen that the wound must have been very deep and went straight to the chest.

"It wasn't bitten," Watara said to the black man after a moment's thought, "but like a gunshot wound." ”

"Don't take it lightly." The black man said to Asara, "Just in case, you have to continue to tie him up." ”

Next, the black man fetched water and new bandages to clean, disinfect, and re-bandage Rick's wounds.

It was getting dark, and while the Negro was cleaning Rick's wounds, the Negro kid and Sara covered the windows with a thick felt cloth and lit candles.

"At night, the light beckons the walking dead." The black kid explained to Akura.

Watara and the black kid go back to the bedroom where Rick was placed, and the black man has bandaged Rick's wounds. Facing Rick, who was unconscious on the bed, the black child was obviously a little scared, found a baseball bat in his hand, and nervously guarded it beside the bed.

Just then, Rick opened his eyes. He looked at the ceiling, apparently still uncomproper. Then he turned his eyes to the left, where the black kid was holding a baseball bat, nervously watching Rick eager to try; And Watara. It squeezed his eyes at Rick and smiled in a friendly way.

Rick turned his eyes to the right again. The black man was washing his hands, and he glanced at Rick, apparently noticing that Rick was awake as well.

"We helped you change the bandages," the black man said to Rick as he washed his hands. "It's already dirty."

"How did you get hurt?" The black man dried his hands and asked Rick seriously.

"Shot." Rick replied weakly.

"Gunshot wounds?" The black man questioned Rick, "Is it only a gunshot wound?" ”

"Why," Rick asked rhetorically, "isn't it bad enough to just get shot?" ”

"Listen to me, friend, do you know the rules? I ask you to answer, and you are not allowed to lie! The black man looked at Rick and said, word by word, "You-have-didn't-have-bitten-you-!? ”

"Bitten?" Rick asked.

"Yes, bitten." The black man explained, "Or scratched!" ”

"No," Rick replied, "just a shot." ”

The black man slowly stretched out his hand to Rick's forehead with a solemn face, and Rick subconsciously dodged and looked at the black man suspiciously.

"Don't move, let me measure it." The black man said, putting his hand on Rick's forehead, using the palm and back of his hand to repeatedly feel Rick's temperature.

"It feels a lot lower than it was just now." The black man glanced at Rick. Said to Akutara.

"If you hadn't had a fever when I measured it," the black man said, looking at Rick, "you'd have been killed!" ”

Rick listened. Look at the blacks with a cautious gaze. The black man pulled out a knife, opened it, and shook it at Rick and Wasakura.

"Look how sharp this knife is," warned the negro, "and whoever dares to do something stupid, I will cut his throat with it!" ”

said. Reach the knife for Rick's head. Rick watched as the blade tensed, and the black man flicked the knife, cutting the ropes that bound Rick's hands.

Rick took his hand down and rubbed his wrist.

"When you can move," the black man said to Rick, "you can come down and walk." ”

The black man walked to the door and patted his son, "Follow me." ”

"I've only just met him," Sara said to Rick with a smile, "but he's not bad-hearted." ”

"I can see that," Rick replied cautiously.

"Don't be nervous," Suwa said to Rick, "my name is Akura, you can call me Akura." I feel like we're all going to have to be in this together for a long time. ”

"Rick. Grimes. You're an Atlanta, right? Rick held out his right hand to Akura.

"You're right, Mr. Grimes." Watara shook hands with Rick and said.

"Just call me Rick." Rick smiled kindly.

Watara chatted with Rick for a while, and the atmosphere became harmonious. Rick felt like he had some energy and wanted to get out of bed and walk. He took off his dirty clothes, put on a blanket, and got out of bed with all his might. Akutara tried to help Rick, but he refused. Standing up, Rick was of medium height, at most 1.8 meters tall, about ten centimeters shorter than Akutara.

Akutara and Rick go outside, and the black father and son are preparing to eat.

"This is Frey and Cindy's home," Rick said, looking around, "I've been here." ”

"I've never seen them," the black man said, "and they were empty when we moved in." ”

Rick walked over to the window and reached out to lift the felt cloth that was blocking the window.

"Don't touch it," the black man hurriedly stopped Rick, "the light will lure them in!" ”

Rick looked at the black man with a puzzled expression.

"There are more and more of them," said the black man, returning to the table to clean up the stove, "and in the afternoon, I really shouldn't have shot!" The gunshots have brought them all, and now the streets are all over the place! ”

Rick left the window and turned to look at the black man, who apparently had awakened Rick's memories of the day.

"I'm stupid," said the black man, sitting down, "with a gun!" ”

"You killed someone today," Rick said solemnly.

"People?" There was a faint sneer on the black man's lips.

"Not human!" The black kid said to Rick.

"You shoot at him," Rick said angrily, "right down the street, in the doorway, a man." ”

"Looks like you're going to need a pair of glasses," the black man said, glaring at Rick, "that's the walking corpse!" ”

Rick looked confused.

"Sit down, don't fall." The black man said to the frail Rick.

"And you, Kakura."

Plates were already set for Rick and Watara at the table, and the black man gave Rick and Watara a spoonful of porridge each.

"Here, eat!" Blacks said. Rick apparently didn't realize anything.

"Thank you very much," said Watara sincerely, "I'm also very sorry, it looks like I've caused you a lot of trouble!" Everyone had a hard time after the disaster, and to be honest, my last meal was last night. "I have to say that Asara is sometimes very good at lying.

"Daddy, it's time to pray." The black kid said to the black man.

"Yes." The black man took the black child's hand and looked at Rick and Watara and said.

Akutara took the hand that the black child had reached out and reached out to Rick with his other hand. Rick hesitated to look at the black man and the black child, especially the sincere gaze of the black child, and could only stretch out his hand to hold the black man and the mustard. The four of them form a ring and perform the ritual of the end times.

"Heavenly Father, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for giving us food and asking you to bless us in Heaven through these crazy times! Amen! ”

"Amen!" Akutara said, looking at the dark world outside. (To be continued.) )