Everyone has their own story
While Gomi was searching for medicine, there were stories happening on the farm and RV camp.
Lori and Rick guard the injured Carl on the farm, and Rick talks about Sean's troubles.
"Rick, you have to hold on" Lori looked at a sluggish Rick.
Rick looked up at Lori, then at the bedridden Carl "Lori, you've heard, I mean it's a legend, have you heard about Sean's head Kingsley?" β
"I've heard of it," Lori replied.
The principal's car was parked in the faculty parking lot, and one afternoon when he was a student, Sean went out for lunch, then went straight to Kingsley's Hyundai, started the car, and drove straight down Dylan Avenue to a chicken farm there. You've heard this story before, right? He parked the cart in a big chicken coop, Kingsley waxed the car once a month, and sent it to the car shop once a week to clean it, and Sean parked the car in the big chicken coop with hundreds of Los Angeles red chickens, and he tore open the bag full of seeds in the back seat, rolled down the glass window, and ran back to school, which was three miles away, and he rushed back to eat his sandwich before the bell rang, and then the bell rang, and when Kingsley passed by in the hallway, Sean stood up and said out the window: Principal Kingsley, Your mount is gone. The mount, which sounds like a chicken coop. Rick meant.
"I understand." Lori replied.
"Of course you understand, you've heard this story a thousand times, and what you said before is very right, Sean will definitely come back with what the doctor needs, and he will definitely find a way to come back." Rick's affirmative tone scared Lori.
"Herschel said you need to eat something." Lori looked at Rick, who was about to collapse.
"Carl is going to be fine, right?" Rick wants peace of mind.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Lori spoke again.
"Please, you have to keep your strength for me."
Rick picked up a slice of bread and chewed slowly on the milk.
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And at this time, the RV is here.
Daryl looked at Carol, who was still crying even in her sleep, thought for a moment, then looked at Andrea, who was reloading the bullets, got up, and packed up her crossbow arrows.
"Where's my magazine?" Daryl asked Andrea, who was reloading bullets. He handed the magazine to Daryl, who said, "I'll go back to her daughter along the road." β
Stepping out of the RV, Moore and Dale take turns on guard.
"Where are you going?" Moore asked.
"I'll look for her daughter again." Daryl turned on the flashlight and shone the light on Moore's body.
"Then you have to be safe, I don't want you to be the next walking corpse you shoot." Moore looked at him.
"You don't have to worry about that," Daryl patted his crossbow.
At this time, Andrea also stepped out of the RV, "I'll go with you." β
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On the farm, Glenn drove a Carroll's Cherokee to the door of the house with T-boy.
"Shall we ring the doorbell? I think there are people living here. Glenn asked the frail T-boy.
"We don't have to do it, okay, don't be so empathetic." T-boy looked helpless.
"Did you close the door when you drove in?" Maggie, who was hidden on one side, suddenly spoke.
"Well, hello, we closed the door, and closed the latch." Glenn looked cute. Wait until you see Maggie's face clearly, "It's nice to meet you again, we had a relationship before." Maggie turned her gaze to T-boy.
"We're here to help, do you need us to do anything?" T-boy asked. Maggie sees T-Boy's injured arm.
"It's not a walking corpse, it's something I accidentally scratched myself." Notice that Maggie's gaze is resting on her arm. T-boy explained.
"We'll have to take a good look, I'll go tell them you're coming." With that, Maggie went back inside.
"Wait, I've got some painkillers and antibiotics here, I'll give Carl if he needs it." Glenn stopped Maggie as she was about to enter the house.
"Come in, I'll make you something to eat." Maggie led the two into the house.
"Hey, Glenn." After entering the house, Glenn was immediately discovered by Sophia.
"Hey, why are you here! Did you know we've been looking for you? Glenn looked at Sophia in front of her. What about Gomi, he's like this too? As he spoke, Glenn began to look inside the house. He went to get some medicine for Carl, and Sean. Glenn was a little disappointed that he didn't find Gomi, and re-energized "Sophia, take us to see Carl, okay?" "Sophia Candle Glenn's Hand" Follow me. β
Glenn looked at Carl lying on the bed and Rick and Lori with him.
Herschel turned around, "With us, everything will be fine." β
"Say whatever you need." T-boy also wants to do his part, and Rick and Lori are full of sadness.
Lifting the quilt on Carl's body, Carl's abdomen could be clearly seen to be blue, Herschel looked at Carl's state and said, "If they don't come back, we have to make a decision." β
"What decision?" Rick asked rhetorically.
"Do you want to operate on your son without a ventilator?" Herschel explained.
"You said it wouldn't work." Lori disagreed.
"I know, it's unlikely, but we can't afford to wait any longer." Herschel's helpless eyes pierced Lori's heart.
Lori couldn't bear it and walked out of the room. Rick looked at the vanished Lori and wanted to go over to accompany her, but staggered due to excessive blood loss.
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In the dense forest by the road, Daryl and Andrea, who don't know the situation, are still looking for Sophia's traces.
"Do you really think we'll be able to find Sophia?" Andrea asked.
Daryl shone the light of the flashlight carefully on Andrea's face.
"The look on your face is no different from everyone else's. What the hell is wrong with you guys? We're just getting started! Daryl was disgusted by the feeling.
"Are you serious?" Andrea always felt that Sophia had fallen into the mouth of a corpse.
"It's not Kilimanjaro, it's Georgia, where she might be on a farm, and sometimes people get lost and they survive, and that happens all the time." Daryl said, searching the grass carefully.
"She's only 12 years old." Andrea doesn't think a 12-year-old can survive in the wilderness.
"Hehe, I was younger than her when I was lost, and for nine days in the jungle, I ate berries and wiped my ass with poison oak leaves." Daryl recounts his experience.
"Did they look for you later?" Andrea was curious.
"My dad and the waitress were drinking and having fun, and Moore was put in a juvenile detention center, and they didn't even notice that I was missing. I found my way home and went straight to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich, unscathed. Except that my ass itched to death. As Darryl told the story of her troubles, Andrea couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it, your story is so miserable." Andrea looked at Daryl again, and couldn't help it.
"The only difference is that Sophia at least has someone to look for, and that's the advantage."
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Lori, who had just left Carl's room, looked out at the endless night sky, and Rick walked over to Lori.
"Maybe this world is no longer suitable for children." Lori looked at the ground in the distance, there was no light, and it was pitch black.
"But we already have children. Carl was born into this world at this time. Rick looked at Lori.
"Maybe he shouldn't have been born. Maybe it's fate. "Lori was desperate, the walking dead and everything that had happened to the CDC before her had made her lose her courage in the world.
"You're not going to be serious, are you?" Rick looked at Lori, who had lost her confidence. Lori turned to look at Rick.
"Okay, okay, I can understand you, the thought is fleeting."
"Isn't it fleeting, Rick, and I can't help but keep thinking, why do we let Carl live in such a world, live like this, and let him see more people torn to shreds? In order to starve him, he was still frightened, until he was killed..."Lori thought for a moment that it was too cruel, and she couldn't help but silence herself. "He didn't want to run, he still fled, and even if he survived, he would end up being a walking corpse that couldn't think. If he doesn't make it through tonight, it's a relief for him. You say, why is it better to live? Looking at Rick with his back on his back, Lori looked for hope to live.
"What has changed?" Rick looked at Lori, who was devastated at this point.
"What?"
"Jenner showed us the way, you begged him to let us keep trying, you begged him, you said to do what we could, what changed your mind." When Rick sees Lori who has lost hope, he thinks about the time when he was trying to survive at the CDC.
"One day, one moment, just a second, I forgot that Jacqui was dead, and I turned around to say something to her, and I almost called her name, and for a split second, I remembered and I realized that she wasn't going to have to look at it. Highway, corpses, Sophia, Karl was wounded by a gunshot. She doesn't... She didn't need to be scared anymore. Hunger, anger, all the time, Rick, it's like a knife is on my neck every moment, but Jacqui doesn't have to live like this, never anymore, and..."
"I don't think so, if Carl, do you really think it's better if we just give up?" Rick asked rhetorically.
The two leaned against Karl's door, Rick in the sunlight, with the shadows behind him, and Lori already sunk into the shadows, disillusioned with the world.
"Ahem" Karl's coughing woke them up and ran into the room to check on Carl's condition. Seeing that Carl had woken up, Lori's joy was palpable.
"Where are we?" Carl was scared when he looked at the unfamiliar environment.
"Hey, little man, this is Herschel." Rick saw the sober Carl and hurriedly introduced Herschel to the side, "We are at his house, you had an accident, are you feeling better now?" Rick looked concerned.
"It hurts, it hurts a lot." Pulling Carl's pained expression, Rick wanted to help him bear it.
"I know, I know." Rick bowed his head sadly.
Carl looked at Lori on the side, "You really should have seen it." β
"What?" Lori asked.
"The deer. It's especially beautiful. Mom, it's so close to me, I never haveβ" Carl suddenly began to twitch before he could finish his sentence.
"He's going to have to get through it on his own." Herschel said.
Looking at Carloli, who had been twitching, she covered her mouth sadly.
"He's severely undersupplied to his brain," Herschel said, looking at Rick, "you can't stand it, you may fall unconscious, or your heart may be suspended." Rick looked at Herschel, "Don't waste time, come on." β
Herschel took the vial and reconnected Carl with Rick again.
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On the side of the RV, Dale, who was on guard, sniffed the cigarette case, turned his head and saw Carol take some things and climb onto the RV.
"Can't sleep?" Dale asked Carol.
"I'm going to wait for them to come back. If you want, you can go to sleep first. Carol looked at the sleeping Moore on the other side and Dale on the alert.
"No need, I'll wait with you." Dale shirked.
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In the woods, Daryl and Andrea explore a camp. The two of them quietly walked in. After walking a short distance, I saw a walking corpse hanging from a tree.
"God, what the hell is this!" Daryl was a little depressed. The roar of the walking corpse reminded Andrea of Amy's death. Daryl stepped forward to take a closer look.
"I've been bitten, I have a high fever, the world is too terrifying, I'd better quit." Looking at the walking corpse hanging in the air, "This idiot doesn't know how to shoot his head." What a mess to hang yourself from a tree and turn into a bait for swagger. Andrea was so disgusted by this scene that she was disgusted again and again. He hung like a big piΓ±ata, and the other walking corpses ate all the flesh on his legs. Speaking of this, Andrea couldn't help it and spit it out.
"Let's go back." Daryl turned around and prepared to leave.
"Won't you kill him?" Andrea looked at the walking corpse hanging in mid-air.
"No, he's out, it's not worth wasting an arrow." Daryl explained.
Andrea stepped forward to take a closer look at the walking corpse.
"I answer your question, you shoot him. All right? Andrea made the deal.
"I don't know if it's better to live or die, okay, let's shoot him." Andrea looked at Daryl.
"That's not a good answer at all, a waste of an arrow." Daryl sent the walking corpse to God with a single shot.
At the top of the RV, Dale looked at the direction in which Andrea had disappeared and was uneasy. Carol relieved, "Daryl is with her, he's safe, don't worry." β
"You can help me watch it for a while." Dale handed Carol his own spear.
"I don't know how to use a gun." Carol refused.
"It's okay, when you encounter a situation, you shout, and Moore will get up and solve it." With that, Dale climbed out of the RV.
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On the farm, the bandage on T's arm is being removed, looking at the bloody arm, "If I don't treat you, you won't be able to." β
Glancing at the information of the medicine, "Moldiksson, is this person your friend?" β
"He's in another place, and he didn't give it to him, but his brother Daryl, and I'm not sure if Mohr is our friend." Glenn replied.
"Doxycycline must have saved your life today." I asked while stitching up T's wound. "Do you know why Moore has this medicine?"
"It looks like gonorrhea." Glenn remembered what Camp Darryl had said.
Bypassing the T-boy who was stitching up, Glenn walked out quickly, and Maggie saw the situation and walked out as well.
"Are you praying?" Maggie asked, chasing out.
"Why do you always like to spy on others." Maggie's sudden appearance startled Glenn.
"I didn't peep, but you didn't care." Maggie explained.
"I'm praying." Glenn closed his eyes.
"Are you religious, or do you pray a lot." Maggie, who was sitting on the steps, asked.
"Actually, it's my first time." Glenn sat down in his chair and turned around.
"Not before?" Seeing Glenn nodded, "I'm so sorry. β
"I didn't mean to mess with your first time. God reckons it has already been received. Maggie said.
"Why are you praying?" Maggie asked again.
"For my friends. Looks like they need help now. Do you think God really exists? Glenn asked.
"I've been getting suspicious lately, too." Maggie hesitated.
"I don't think it's a matter of faith, something happens, you have to figure it out yourself, right?" With that, Maggie walked into the house.
Inside the house, Rick is telling Lori about Carl's encounter with the deer. Use this beauty to comfort Lori.