When they arrived at the highway and looked at the empty street, Rick and the others parked the car where Sophia had lost before, and then everyone got out of the car.

Gomi, who had taken a rare breath of fresh air, took a long breath. Moore saw Gomi's exaggerated actions, "Boy, am I so stinky?" ”

"No, it's my squeezed lungs that are finally stretched." Gomi hurriedly explained that it was no longer a matter of body odor, but a matter of his future.

Hearing a satisfactory explanation, Moore climbed onto the roof of the car and began to look around. He didn't want to do any more corpses and make himself stinky again.

The Herschel family gets together, and Herschel himself is showing Jim's feet.

Gomi opened the trunk, took out a few cans and threw them to everyone, "I've been running for my life all night, let's eat some of this first and fill my stomach." Rick looked at the canned beef in his hand and froze.

"How many of these things are left, and how long will we survive?" Right now, Rick is most concerned about everyone's survival. As for Sean's question, he was talking to Lori about it later.

Gomi stepped over and asked Rick to go to the trunk to check, looking at the supplies in the trunk, Rick couldn't help but feel that Gomi was very powerful. "So many things, roughly calculated, enough for our large group of people to eat for more than two months."

Seeing that Rick felt that there were many supplies, Gomi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Seeing that Gomi's expression was wrong, Rick hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Is it that the canned food is expired, and you can eat it if it is expired, it's okay. Rick felt that with all this water and food, he could eat it even if it was expired.

"There were more, more than half of them, and I hid them on Herschel's farm, and I thought it was safe there, so most of them were there, and it's only a third of it." Gomi could only explain helplessly, and Rick listened to Gomi's explanation and gave a thumbs up speechlessly.

While the two were discussing the food, the oil drums in the barn felt the heat, and then "collapsed" and shattered the entire barn and the walking corpse.

Rick and Gomi on the road, as well as the rest of the group, were stunned to see a small mushroom cloud rising from the direction of the farm.

"Father, you really can't go back this time." Beth comforted Herschel that the loud sound could definitely attract more walking corpses.

Rick froze and said to Gomi, "When everyone is ready, we will leave immediately, and we can't stay." ”

Carol, who covered Sophia's ear, nodded hurriedly.

"Why haven't they come yet?" Moore, who had waited for several minutes without a figure, was in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, I'll come over." Looking at the mushroom cloud in the distance, Gomi spoke to Mohr.

"Rick, have you ever thought about finding some radios, like today, I don't want to go through a second time." Gomi knew that it would be fatal if the information could not be conveyed in time, and in order to ensure that everyone's information was clear, some radios had to be found as soon as possible. Finding Rick on the side, Gomi told him what he thought.

After waiting for a few minutes, Maggie's car arrived first, and Otis also came to the highway according to T-boy's guidance.

Maggie got out of the car with Glenn and Patricia, saw the injured Jim, and hurriedly ran to Herschel's side, "What's wrong?" Patricia was afraid that Jim had been bitten by a walking corpse.

"It's fine, I just twisted it when I jumped out of the car." Jim explained.

"Man, you need to eat some cow Achilles tendons, if it weren't for Gomi helping you and Lao Tzu attracting firepower, you're probably the weakest among the walking corpses." Moore stood on the roof of the Humvee with a gun and looked at the two of them.

Patricia was about to get angry when Jim grabbed her and shook his head, knowing full well that if no one saved him, he would have been a walking corpse by now. (I don't know if the walking corpse excretes)

"Hey, T-boy, welcome back." Rick hugged T-boy as Daryl came running in on his motorcycle.

Seeing his brother, Moore jumped out of the car, ignoring the pain in the soles of his feet, and gritted his teeth and hugged Daril. Daryl was frightened by the scene, "What's the matter, I'm alive to make you uncomfortable?" ”

"No, my feet hurt." Moore grumbled to him.

"T-boy, Andrea, have you seen it?" Andrea, who was supposed to be in the same car with them, is gone.

"She said she was going to get the gun bag, and I watched her go to get it, but there were too many walking corpses, and she never came back, so I had to drive away." Otis, who acted as the driver, hurriedly explained.

The large group of walking corpses on the farm, Andrea alone and the others now have a future path, and Rick also knows that it is useless to blame now.

"Rick, think about where we're going from here, we can't just be on the road all the time. It's nice though. Moore opened the can he had just thrown at him and slowly chewed the beef inside.

"Atlanta, these are walking corpses from Atlanta, I just said why are they so familiar!" Gomi seemed to have thought of something, he seemed to have seen a few of the walking corpses.

"Are you sure, Gomi?" The crowd was skeptical of Gomi's speculation.

"Moore, if you can, I'd like you to go to Atlanta with me to check it out." To confirm his suspicions, Gomi decided to go back to Atlanta to check it out.

"I'll go with you." Otis didn't want to hold everyone back anymore, "I can drive for you, at least it's safer." ”

"Otis, no." The Herschels are all trying to stop Otis and don't want him to put him in danger.

"What about you, Moore?" Looking at Mohr, who had been silent, Gomi asked.

Moore looked at Daryl seriously and exhaled, "I'll go." ”

He took the spear he had built before and handed it to Carol, "It's safer to use this than a knife, and when you encounter a walking corpse, it's best not to get close, it's a little longer than a little." ”

"Hummer is left to you, let's drive this." As he spoke, Gomi gestured to Otis' pickup truck. "As for the food, we'll bring enough for a week, and after a week, we'll meet here, and if we don't come back, you can leave the road and see where it's not occupied by the walking corpses, and find a safe place." Looking at the sky, "It's winter, I hope the walking corpses will slow down due to the temperature." ”

Gomi hands the Hummer to Rick "Protect them." Sophia, who was on the side, did not want to be separated from Gomi, broke free from Carol's embrace, and ran to Gomi, who hugged her, "I'll be back, I'll be back." Looking at Sophia, who was crying silently, Gomi glanced at Carol, who looked at him worriedly with a spear.

"Gone." With their weapons in hand, Gomi said goodbye to Rick, and after hugging the others, the trio set out on their way to Atlanta.

"Gomi did a lot for us, didn't he?" Daryl looked at the blue pickup truck in the distance and said to Rick on the side. "yes, he's done a lot of things for us, but I haven't noticed it too much." Looking at the Hummer left behind by Gomi, Rick couldn't help but sigh.

The Herschels stayed in a car, and Glenn was with them. Daryl is still riding his motorcycle, and Rick takes T-boy and Carol and Lori Karl in a Humvee to find a safe place where everyone can make their home.

At this time, in the distant pickup truck, "you don't have to follow, maybe it's a good choice to go alone." Looking at Otis who was driving, Gomi, who was sitting between the two, didn't quite understand why Otis was coming with him.

"I want to do a little more, on the farm, I can only be in charge of hunting, trapping the walking dead. I also hurt Carl while hunting, and I always felt like I should do something more to make up for it, but every time Lori looked at me with unkind eyes, although Rick forgave me, and so did Carl, but I really didn't want to live in guilt anymore, I thought..."Hearing Otis's speech, Gomi couldn't help but be silent.

"Fatty, you just don't want to stay by Carl's side, every time you see him, it makes you suffer in your heart, doesn't it, that's why you follow us out, and you can only relax if you can't see Carl." Moore was like a philosopher at this time, full of the brilliance of reason.

"Oh my God." Turning the corner, the three of them couldn't help but marvel at the walking corpses entrenched on the road. "Go this way, go this way, go around." Gomi pointed to a tree-lined path under the road, and Otis drove into it, "This road leads to my neighbor's farm, which I used to walk on when I was buying sheep. ”

Driving on a familiar road, Otis couldn't help but feel a little sad, "They used to be good people, very good people. ”

"Then they should have guns on the farm, and maybe we can go over there and find guns or something." Hearing that it had been a farm, Moore reacted, after all, farms are vulnerable to wild beasts, so they usually have guns.

Drive to the edge of the farm and see the open gate of the farm, "Be careful, there may be walking corpses inside." Gomi prompted.

Pickup trucks jolted down dirt roads. "There's a house over there, go over and have a look." Moore said, pointing to a house not far away.

Otis drove the car over, and the three of them got out of the car, grabbed their weapons, and looked at the two of them holding guns in their arms, "It's best to use cold weapons, this is not far from Herschel's farm, in case the gunshots provoke the walking corpses on the farm over there, we won't be able to run away." Hearing this, Moore drew his dagger, but Otis did not prepare a knife or a dagger or anything like that. Seeing this, Gomi pulled out the back of his waist and handed it to him.

"Give it to me, what do you use?" Taking Gomi for the knife, Otis asked.

"I've got this enough." Gomi drew his arrows and mounted them on the bowstring, ready to shoot at any moment. "Mor, you and Otis, explore ahead, and I'll break the back." The three of them were simply organized into tactical groups and walked through the door of the house.

"Safe on the left." Otis looked at the corridor to the left, where there was nothing but ornaments but a few closed doors.

"Safe on the right." After entering the gate, the two of them determined the environment, one left and one right.

The three of them glanced at each other as they looked at the closed doors in the hallway, and Gomi raised his bow and arrow to signal Otis to the left of the door to turn the doorknob.

With a click, the door opened, and Gomi leaned in with his bow and arrow to check the environment, and was relieved to see that it was just a study.

"It's a study, maybe we can rest here and look at the other rooms." Gomi, who entered the study, reminded the two men standing in the doorway.

Hearing Gomi say this, the two of them also breathed a sigh of relief. Walk into the study and say, "Oh, what is this?" Moore surveyed the layout of the study, saw the box on top of the shelf, and motioned for Otis to move the stool and stand on it to take things off.

Gomi, who had just closed the door, also turned around and looked at the box in Mohr's hand.

"Gun box?" Otis was puzzled, he had never seen such a long gun case. The whole box is one and a half meters long, and the whole is wooden, and a layer of oil wax reflects the light on it.

"Looks like an antique." Moore placed the box on his desk and slowly opened it.

"Oh, shit! A spear. The contents of the box were two, and when the things were assembled, a spear two meters long appeared in front of the three of them.

"Look at this system, it should be your country." Moore studied it for a moment and said to Gomi. "It's too long to carry." Looking at this spear, it was a pity to abandon it tastelessly, and Moore couldn't help but smash his mouth.

"Here you go, I'll have this anyway." Handing the spear to Gomi, Mohr pointed to the pistol at his waist.

He took the spear in Moore's hand, the barrel was smooth, it should be cast in fine iron, the tip of the spear was sharp, and the cold light faintly shone through, and the spear was disassembled and put back in the box. "We'll leave it here first, and we'll come back and take it when we're gone." Tell Mohr. The spear is good, but it has to be practiced.

After a brief rest, the three of them opened the door, and Gomi slowly poked his head out. "Safety." Waving their hands, the two of them continued to open the other doors.

Open the second door in the same way.

A foul smell caused the three of them to cough uncontrollably, "What the hell does this smell like, it's like throwing a dead rat into feces." Moore couldn't help but complain.

The three men covered their noses and walked into the room. It's a bedroom suite.

On the bed lay a headshot corpse with hands and feet tied, and a headshot corpse sat on a chair next to the bed. No wonder it stinks.

Moore stepped forward and took the shotgun from the man in the chair next to the bed, "A Remington." I think this guy killed himself by drinking bullets. He gestured to the shredded guy in the chair.

"It should be, his relatives became walking corpses first, he stayed here for a long time, and he used a lot of drugs but couldn't see any hope, so he chose to die." Looking at the pill boxes everywhere, Gomi calculated.

Otis shook his head when he saw this, "Mr. and Mrs. Andrei, I knew each other before, and I also hunted wolves with Mr. Andrei at that time. Looking at the familiar clothes, Otis spoke.

"Rest in peace, at least they don't have to go through this fucking world when they die." Moore had the rare option of not satirizing the dead.

Get out of the room and close the door. All three were a little silent.

"Let's go to the garage and I remember Mr. Andre likes DIY, there should be a lot of tools to use there." Otis suggested.

Listening to Otis's words, Gomi nodded to Moore.

Entering the garage, Mr. Andrey's vintage pickup truck did not attract the attention of a few people, because they saw shotguns all over the walls, various models. "I forgot to mention that Mr. Andrei likes to collect shotguns." The strange gaze of the two reminded Otis of something.

"Take it all?" Moore asked Gomi suspiciously.

"Take it all!" Gomi identified Mohr's idea.

"Otis, you drive the car to the garage door, and we'll move these guns and ammunition." Sending Otis off for the drive, the two of them began to remove the shotguns that were displayed on the wall.

"The maintenance is very good, the gun oil is applied regularly, it seems that Mr. Andre has done a good thing." More briefly examined the guns and proved that they were all activated.

"There's a set of gun boxes over here." Gomi found a large number of gun boxes in the corner, and the two of them put the guns into them.

Moved the gun box and ammunition into Otis's leather car, "Your car is too small, I'll change you to a Peterbilt 389 when I have time, that car can be pulled into the cargo box to empty the military warehouse." Gomi, who had a lot of guns for nothing, was so excited that he went back to the house to retrieve the spear, and the three found a barrel of gasoline and set the house on fire on the farm.

"Rest in peace, Mr. Andrew, we will remember your contributions." The three of them mourned for a while, got into the car, and prepared to hide the guns in the place where they agreed to meet Rick, and drove the car back to the night, found a van that could not be started, pried the car open, and the three of them put the guns inside.

The three of them, who had been tired for a day, couldn't stand it anymore and slept together.