I Come To Change the World of Walking Dead Chapter 362

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Negan was the first to rush into the house. He immediately took out his weapon and aimed it at the strange man, while waving desperately to let everyone in.

The group of corpses emerges according to the scriptures, and they will rush out from the corner within a dozen meters. As long as one finds them, it will attract the rest of the walking corpses, and then more and more walking corpses will come around, and they will Totally stuck here.

Now there is no time to worry about the group of guys who attacked them inexplicably, life is the most important thing.

Almost at the same time as the first walking corpse appeared, the last person rushed into the house, then gently closed the door, then closed the door, and pulled the curtains to block all the places that might expose them.

Before the corpses swarmed outside the house, Negan hurriedly took someone to quickly check each room.

When it was confirmed that there was really only one man in the room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and put down the weapons in their hands.

Looking at the man standing in the corner with his hand raised, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and Nigan stretched out his hand and said in a low voice.

"Thank you, we can't help it either. It's no exaggeration to be careful this year."

"Understood, I didn't take it to heart."

The man just spread his hands, looking at his expression as if he had done a trivial thing.

The man was obviously not in high interest, so he walked to the corner and sat down.

Negan wanted to say something more, but just as he was about to speak, he heard a screeching sound from the outer wall of the house, and then the dense crashing sound continued.

The corpse is here!

Making a gesture of silence, Negan walked to the window lightly, reached out to open the curtains a small gap, and carefully observed the situation outside.

Sure enough, a large number of walking corpses passed by the bee pupae on the other side of the house, probably due to the humid air at the seaside. Coupled with the exposure of the sun, these walking corpses seemed to rot more severely.

So a few people were trapped in the house like this, they didn't dare to make a sound or move, for fear that they would make any noise and attract the corpses outside.

There was a rotten breath in the room, and several people couldn't help frowning.

Negan quietly observed the strange man. He found that the other party had been expressionless since they entered the room. Except for being a little nervous when he was pointed at first, he just sat in the corner the rest of the time with his head down. Don't know what to think.

The man's skin was slightly dark, his clothes were dirty, and there was a lot of black blood on it. If he got closer, he could smell a sour odor. His hair was like a chicken coop, and there were a few grasses hanging on it.

There was blood on his hand, and he seemed to be injured, but the wound was not a bite mark, it should have been cut by a sharp tool.

The man's expression was a little sluggish, and he was always downcast. He should have been hit. Negan guessed that the other party might have lost a loved one or something.

Time passed by little by little. After about ten minutes, the movement outside the house finally became less and less. Negan went to the window to take a look. In the back, it is no longer a threat to them.

He glanced at the man on the ground, then gave Franklin a look and pointed at his hand, who nodded knowingly.

And he quickly took out the walkie-talkie from his waist.

"Moore! Can you hear me?"

"Received... are you all right?"

Moore's voice sounded very quickly. He kept calling Negan. These people must be in trouble, but he couldn't say exactly what it was.

Now that it was finally connected, he was finally relieved, but the voice on the walkie-talkie seemed a little anxious.

"Listen, there is a large group of walking corpses passing in your direction, hurry up and get out of there, we are still safe now, don't come to us yet."

"Received, and contact us when we are in a safe place."

It seems that Maur and the others haven't encountered the corpse tide yet, which makes Negan slightly relieved. The next thing they have to do is to stay here honestly and gather after Maur and others are safe.

But before that, he had another thing to do.

The man who was still huddled in the corner just now finally made a move. He cautiously leaned on the window and observed it for a while. Seeing that it was safe outside, he walked back to the corner and picked up a bloodstained machete from the ground.

"I'm sorry, the situation was critical just now. I haven't thanked you for the shelter you provided. You can call me Negan, the temporary leader of this team."

As he spoke, Negan stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

The strange man looked at several people, reached out and shook hands with Negan, and finally spoke.

"Travis...don't thank me, we're all survivors. It's normal to help each other, isn't it? If there's nothing else, I'm in a hurry, so I'll go first."

Travis was visibly absent-minded as he spoke, with a forced smile on his face, and Negan knew almost instantly that he was really in a hurry.

"Can you talk about it? Maybe we can help, but you just saved us and gave us a chance to repay."

Negan's expression is very sincere, and his ability to socialize is really innate. Even if he is an unquestionable villain in the original play, he still has a large number of fans just by virtue of his charisma.

And this Travis is none other than Madison's husband and Nick's adoptive father.

He is a kind person, and it can even be said that in the last days, he is a little too kind, and some virgins are kind.

Until he learned that his own son Chris died tragically in the hands of two gangsters, he finally broke out. If he can survive in the future, he will undoubtedly become a strong enough to adapt to the end of the world, but He quickly got his lunch.

At this time, Travis didn't know that his own son had been taken by the dog. He just saw the hotel sign being lit up two nights ago and knew that there were a group of survivors here.

He came here with a glimmer of hope, and because it was night, he could only find a house for the night, and when he woke up, he just saved Negan and a few others.

Travis is now in a hurry to go to the hotel, where there may be a chance to meet his relatives, as for the guy named Negan in front of him, he is not interested.

"I'm sorry, I'm really worried, there are so many of you, and there are such good weapons, I believe it doesn't matter if you have more than one, and it doesn't matter if you lose one, I don't want to cause trouble, so if you don't mind, I can leave ?"

As he spoke, Travis deliberately shook the machete in his hand, indicating that it was his only weapon and that it would not pose any threat to them.

Negan raised his brows, and an indifferent smile appeared on his face. He put a baseball bat on his shoulder and made a please gesture towards the door.

"Of course, we have no ill intentions, we just want to help."

"thanks."

Saying thanks, Travis picked up a shriveled backpack and was about to leave.

At this moment, Negan's intercom sounded again.

"Negan, how is Lucy?"

Chapter end

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