The sound of "whoa, whoa, whoa" resounded through the valley, and the old man with a fishing hat who was on guard on the roof of the RV raised the binoculars hanging on his chest to take a closer look at who made the deadly sound, because the walking corpse hunted by smell and hearing.

Lori, who was helping her son Carl with his hair, also vigilantly took up arms to defend the hard-won peace. After all, I managed to survive Atlanta and didn't want to go through the life of a fugitive again.

As a red Hellcat approached, the buzz entered the camp, Gomi jumped out of the co-pilot, and the people in the camp took up their weapons, after all, they had never seen Gomi, at which point Mohr got out of the main driver.

"What are you doing?" Accompanied by a beep, Moore's words were also transmitted to the ears of a group of people holding weapons on the other side.

"What's going on, Moore? Have you found a new survivor? Lori pointed her weapon at the ground and questioned Moore.

"Oh, oh, of course, this lucky boy has lived alone in Atlanta for more than half a year, and it was not easy to see the humans come back with us." Moore said as he opened the hood and pulled out the power supply. As the power supply is unplugged, the beep disappears.

"Hey, everyone, my name is Gomi, and I'm lucky to have met you guys in this world full of walking corpses." Gomi saw that the atmosphere had eased and hurriedly introduced himself. As the words fell, Rick and Glenn's car drove into the camp.

"Hey, brothers, what's the catch of this trip to the city." A black woman asked when she saw Glenn getting out of the car.

"Harvest, almost disappeared into the sea of walking corpses, it's good to be alive." Glenn shrugged. At this time, the people behind the car also jumped out of the car, and the moment Rick stepped down from the main driver, Carl rubbed his eyes and "Dad" confirmed, Carl jumped over and threw himself into Rick's arms.

Rick hugged Carl in his arms, not wanting to lose his son again. Lori looked at her dead husband who had been declared dead in front of her, turned her head to look at Sean, and ran forward to hug Rick, who had been lost and recovered.

"I swear to God, I will never lose you again." Rick hugs his family, who had lost everything.

"Let me introduce you to you, this is Gomi, and I wouldn't be alive in front of you if it weren't for him." After a brief moment of warmth, Rick introduces Gomi to the people in the camp.

"Hey, it's all a coincidence." Gomi rubbed his head.

"Thank you, thank you for saving Rick." At this time, Lori, whose eyes were red, came up to express her gratitude.

Gomi looked at the sky, and as the afterglow of the setting sun became longer, the time also moved towards the dark night, "How are you on duty, if you can, I want to sleep now, and I will keep watch for the second half of the night." ”

Dale raised his hand, I'm on duty to ensure everyone's safety, you can rest assured that you can sleep well.

As Dale raised his hand, Gomi also breathed a sigh of relief, and Gomi, who had been tense with this breath, immediately became sleepy, "So where do I sleep today?" As the drowsiness intensified, his vision blurred.

"Here, there's a tent here, you slept in my brother's bed today, he went looking for food and hasn't come back yet." More pulled Gomi to a tent and pointed to a camp bed.

"Have a good night." As soon as Gomi said this, he fell asleep on the bed.

Moore looked at the scribbled sleeping position of the young man in front of him and scratched his chin. "It's been a long time since he's had a good night's sleep." Moore said as he stepped out of the tent.

Gomi didn't know that he had fallen asleep.

In the evening, the campers lit a bonfire and gathered around the campfire to discuss the remaining supplies and plans for the future.

With the sound of birds chirping in the early morning, Gomi, who had slept well with his backpack all night, also opened his eyes, and looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, and Gomi immediately touched the pistol on his waist.

"Phew, forgot, this isn't Atlanta." Wiping the cold sweat from his sideburns, Gomi withdrew his pistol and opened the door to the tent.

Gomi, who stepped out of the tent, put his backpack back behind him and looked at the camp with birds and flowers in front of him, "I couldn't have imagined this before." ”

"Hey, Gomi. You woke up, did you sleep well last night? With Mohr's beckoning, Gomi pulled the fugue soul back to camp. Of course, it's been a long time since I've slept under the roar of the walking corpse, and I feel a little unaccustomed. "Gomi tidied up the jeans on his body, and felt the smell of self-corpse blood on the jeans, which only made people sick." Looks like it's time for my clothes to be cleaned up. Gomi laughed and laughed to himself.

"Buzz" With the sound of a car, Sean drove back to camp in an off-road vehicle pulling buckets.

"You'd better boil the water before drinking." Sean, who got out of the car, instructed.

"Mommy, Daddy." With a burst of exclamations, Lori and Rick, who were not far away, hurried to the place where the sound came from.

"Carl, kid, what's wrong with you, what's wrong." Lori replied urgently.

"Hey, Rick, grab it for you." Sean threw over a shotgun and watched the crowd gallop all the way, Gomi glanced at Moore and picked up his weapon and ran over.

"Roar" ran into the forest not far away, and everyone found that a walking corpse had pounced on a deer with two or three arrows stuck in its body and bitten it.

Rick, who rushed to the scene, knocked the walking corpse to the ground one by one, and as Dale's sharp axe chopped down, the head of the walking corpse was also cut off. Looking at the corpses littering the ground, Gomi, who had just pulled out his bow, silently withdrew his weapon.

"This is the first time I've encountered a walking corpse here." Dale lowered his axe and said slowly. "They've never made it this far to the mountains."

"There's nothing to eat in the city, so now the walking corpses are running into the mountains." There was a lot of talking.

With the sound of leaves, several people clenched their weapons vigilantly. Gomi also bent his bow again, and several people cautiously looked at the place where the sound came from.

With the probe of a crossbow, a man who resembled Moore emerged. Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Gomi looked at Mohr suspiciously, and then at the man. Moore read Gomi's grave doubts, "This is my brother. ”

"What a fuck, this is my deer, look at it, it's all ruined by this walking corpse." The man walked into the scene of the mess. The man cursed and viciously kicked the decapitated walking corpse a few times.

"That's enough, kid." Dale couldn't stand it and reminded him.

"What's your business, you might as well take your poor panda hat and go fishing in your little pond." The man approached Dale and cursed.

Turning around and retracting the crossbow bolt inserted in the deer, "I have been chasing the deer for a long time, and I want to bring it back to the camp for dinner, and now it's all over, do you think you can eat the part that has been bitten off?" ”

"I'm not going to take that risk." Sean carried his shotgun and turned around and walked back to the camp.

"I caught some squirrels, these should be edible." Moore's brother showed the squirrel in his hand.

"Eat squirrels." Gomi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, he had been eating all kinds of canned food in the city, feeling like he was canned.

At this moment, the head of the walking corpse on the ground moved a few times and opened its eyes.

"Uh, that's disgusting." Amy, who had been watching several people handle the food, sighed. Then he turned around and grabbed his sister's hand and turned around and returned to the camp.

"What's going on with you guys?" With two arrows shooting into the head of the walking corpse, completely disposing of the walking corpse, Moore's younger brother also looked up at Gomi. Stomping on the head of the walking corpse, and pulling out the crossbow arrow, the other arrow automatically bounces back into the air and retracts into Gomi's waist. "You have to shoot in the head." Both said at the same time. "Don't you both understand this?" Moore's brother scoffed.

"Hey, brother, I'll introduce you, this is Gomi, the same shooter I met in Atlanta like you." Walking up to More's side, Mor grabbed Gomi and pushed him towards Daryl.

"Hello, my name is Gomi."

"Daryl."

The two of them hugged briefly, "Your compound bow is pretty good." "You're a good crossbow." The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's go deal with the squirrels together." Daryl threw the squirrel to Mohr and headed for the creek down the hillside.

"Mohr, why did you fight on the balcony before, I haven't asked you about it yet." Squatting by the waterhole, Gomi asked Mohr.

"I want to be the leader of the camp, and this camp needs a leader." Moore put down the squirrel in his hand and replied seriously.

"Have you ever thought about something?" Gomi spread his hands.

"What's the matter?" Moore questioned.

"You are the leader, you have to manage them, they will come to you if they don't eat, they will come to you if they don't drink, although there are few people now, but if you meet a lot of survivors in the future, you can be annoyed that you lose your hair." Gomi explained seriously.

"I really haven't thought about this." Moore scratched his head, looking at the few hairs reflected in the water.

"You see, let them do it, a few of us" Gomi pointed to Daryl who was handling the squirrels, "surely more moisturized than they were." ”

"Listen to you first, if I can fight for it, I still want to try it, for the sake of you giving me the key." Moore picked up the squirrel and said as he dealt with it.

Back at the camp, Rick is reorganizing his men to return to Atlanta, after all, a large number of guns have been lost on the avenue full of walking corpses as the walking corpses besiege Rick. This time I went back to get my lost guns back.

"I won't allow you to go back, what are you when we are?" Lori argued, "It's because of you that this camp needs more guns. Rick touched Lori's face.

"Are you involved?" Rick looked at the three of them after handling the squirrel.

"I'm not going to go with you, after all, you're putting me in a pipe on the rooftop to make me die." Morseri flies.

"I'm not going either, I don't need a gun, I'm enough to have this." Daryl pointed to the crossbow bolt in front of the tent.

"If I don't go back, I'll finally get out of the arms of the walking corpse, and I don't want to give me another hug." Gomi shook his head.

Rick looked at Sean, who shook his head.

"You know the way, you have to go." Rick pointed at Glenn, who looked at the people in the camp, and Gomi pursed his lips to speak, but was stopped by Moore.

"And you, you need a stronger man to carry a gun." Rick pointed at T-boy, who thought for a moment and nodded.

"What is he now, the god of the camp? If it weren't for my arrows, he wouldn't have been able to get to camp. Gomi muttered as he looked at Rick, who was scolding Fang Qiong.

"Let him get it, and I'll see how long he can get it." Moore disdainfully, "Boy, I think you're right, look at these old and sick people in the camp." Moore said as he stole a finger at Dale and Amy, whom he had met earlier. I'm not the leader of this camp, it's really tiring, and meeting the walking dead is like delivering food. ”

"You don't want to be now?" Gomi was surprised and looked at everyone, Gomi patted Moore's arm, "Indeed." ”

As the car starts, Rick and the others, who return to the city to get guns, embark on a journey.

"Hiccup" burps Gomi, who has eaten the squirrel, to the fullest.

"I'll go sleep first, the deer that chased all night last night was too sleepy." With that, Daryl turned and went into the tent, and in a moment there was a snoring sound from the tent.

"Boy, you don't have a bed to sleep in tonight." More gloated.

"I'll go find a sleeping bag, I'll sleep in your hallway tonight." Gomi glanced at Mohr and said indignantly.

"Hey, boy, do you need to wash this clothes on your body, give it to me and I'll wash it for you." A woman with short hair walked over, looked cautiously behind her, and pointed to Gomi's clothes.

"Thank you so much." Gomi looked at the woman in front of him, thought about it, went to his backpack and took out some small bags of shampoo to try on the pack, "Where are you doing the laundry, I'll go too, take a shower by the way." Gomi stood up.

"It's not far away to deal with the squirrel's waterhole before us, you go first, I'm sleepy too, I'll sleep for a while." Moore said as he walked back to his tent.

Gomi followed the short-haired woman to the waterhole, "I don't know what your name is?" "My name is Carol." The short-haired woman introduced. At this time, there were also several women washing their clothes by the waterhole.

Gomi first took off the outermost denim jumpsuit, inside was a denim jacket with three or four layers of thick newspaper tied to the arms of the jacket, and inside the jacket was a long-sleeved T-shirt, in the T-shirt, inside was a short-sleeved tactical suit, and the innermost was also a cycling suit.

"Wow, aren't you hot in so many clothes? It's summer. Seeing Gomi take off two or three layers of clothes to reveal his muscles, several women asked curiously.

"It's hot, there's no way, life is forced, in case you are bitten by a walking corpse." Gomi of Gomi Tactical Pants jumped into the water in shorts.

"Wow, it's cool." I picked up the shampoo I had prepared earlier, washed my hair carefully, and swam in the pool. Several women looked eagerly at the shampoo.

At this time, Sean carried the bucket and took Carl to the waterhole to prepare for fishing.

Several women chatted, talking about their washing machines and coffee machines, their previous lives, and laughing.

At this time, a bearded man came out from behind and asked them what they were laughing at, what was so funny.

"Is there something wrong, Ed?" Andrea, who was doing her laundry, asked.

"It's nothing wrong with you." Ed took a drag on the cigarette in his hand, "Concentrate on your laundry, it's not a comedy club." ”

"Hey, Carl." Lori walked over to the lake and looked at Carl who was fishing, "Didn't I tell you not to leave Dale's sight?" ”

"Sean said we could fish together, do you remember?" Carl replied.

"You listen to what I say, not Sean." Lori uttered dictatorial words. "Come with me and go back to camp."

"Lori, we have to talk, don't give Carl a good look." Sean followed.

"What I said before, keep you away from my children, and stay away from me. Don't talk to him, stay away from my life. Lori replied.

"Lori, I think we should..."

"Shut up, shut up, I'm telling you that my husband is back and he's still alive. What happened before was a hormonal imbalance. ”

"He's the best brother I've ever had. Do you think I'm not happy that he's coming back alive? ”

"Why are you like this, you told me he was dead, you bastard."

Gomi, who was swimming in the waterhole, felt like he had heard a lot of gossip.

"Could it be that Sean gave his brother green?" Gomi looked surprised.

At this time, in the waterhole on the other side, Andrea took out Ed's clothes and threw them at him and said, "Since you don't like to have people wash your clothes, then you can do it yourself." ”

"It's not my job, Andrea." Ed backhanded the clothes back.

"And what do you do? Sitting here smoking, watching us do the laundry? Andrea looked mocking.

"Come here, go back to camp." Ed called out to Carol.

"I don't think she needs to go with you." Andrea thought about administering justice.

"you, come and follow me." Ed called.

"And don't think that I won't beat you up if you went to college, you're just an alarm clock missing the side, and you don't want to move." Ed scoffed.

"Don't let us see Carol in front of us with an injury, or you'll be in good hands."

Gomi saw that something was wrong here and quickly swam back.

Halfway through the swim, I saw Carol slapped me by Ed, and I could only speed up.

Sean saw Carol being beaten and just rejected by Lori, and as soon as he got angry, he picked up Ed and beat him up.

Gomi hurriedly ran ashore and grabbed Sean, "Don't fight, if you fight again, you'll kill him." ”

"If you disrespect the women in the camp again, I'll screw your head off and kick it as a ball." Sean threatened.

"Let it go." Sean yelled at Gomi and picked up the bucket and walked towards the camp.

"Hey, Carol, are you alright?" Gomi looked at Carol.

"It's okay, but your clothes..."

"It's okay, I'll just wash it myself, you can go back and rest first." Gomi could only fight with his clothes in his wet pants.

After washing and drying, Gomi went back to Mor's tent to rummage through his clothes.

"Here you go." Daryl tosses Gomi a suit of clothes.

"Thanks, you keep sleeping." Gomi, who had changed his clothes, got out of the tent. "It's a rare day when there are no walking corpses and good weather."

"Hey boy, come up." Dale, who was on the alert, called.

"You hold it up first, I'll go over there and have a look." Dale said and climbed out of the RV.

Gomi could only hold his binoculars and bow and arrows and began to look at the wind.

"Look what they brought back!" As the camp exclaimed, Gomi's eyes turned back to the camp, and he saw Andrea and Amy returning to the camp with a large string of fish. "I've got fish soup to drink tonight." Gomi licked his lips.

In the evening, after drinking a large bowl of delicious fish soup in the camp, Gomi exclaimed, "I haven't drunk fish soup for a long time, it's really delicious." At this moment, he heard an exclamation, and Gomi looked over to see that a man was being grabbed by a walking corpse, and Gomi picked up the bow and arrow in his hand and shot it out and hit the head of the walking corpse, but it was still a step too late, and his arm was still bitten by the walking corpse.

Only then did everyone realize that they had taken up their arms, "When did so many walking corpses come!" Sean was surprised. Oh no no, no, Amy. Andrea was about to rush to rescue Amy when she was dragged by several men.

Gomi bends his bow and arrows in succession to turn on the rapid-fire mode, "Quickly retreat, take the child first." Sean hurriedly commanded.

Darryl and Gomi are quickly cleaning the camp of the walking dead. Moore picked up the shotgun and sprayed it all over the place, suddenly screaming from behind several people, and quickly turned around to see the walking corpse gnawing at Amy's neck. Gomi hurriedly shot an arrow through the head of the walking corpse.

Rick, who was on his way to the camp, heard the gunshots and hurriedly ran back, saw the walking corpses raging in the camp, and opened fire one after another.

After a few moments, the walking corpses were all disposed of, but Andrea hugged Amy and cried silently.