The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Damn God, I am my only faith."

Carl looked at the box of purified water in front of him and smiled.

"Maybe, Beth too? But that's not quite the same."

He took out a bottle and quickly unscrewed the cap. Because he was too excited, a lot of water spilled out. However, Carl didn't care about that and quickly put the bottle into his mouth.

"Ahem…hahaha…"

He choked because he drank too quickly, but Carl was smiling happily.

There is a feeling of survival. God knows how many times Carl has been on the verge of collapse during this period.

On the first floor, which is also the floor with the greatest hope, we did not find any pure water that could be drunk in the true sense.

Karl was about to collapse. He wanted to vent, but he had nowhere to vent. The dryness in his mouth became more and more intense.

Carl thought of Beth, so he tried to calm himself down and continued searching.

There was still nothing on the second floor, but fate was so strange that in the attic on the third floor where Carl thought there would be no contents, there was actually a whole box of them.

I drank half of the first bottle and spilled half of it. My already dry hands became wet and the fishy smell came again.

Carl looked at the carton, took out two bottles, opened them, and began to wash his hands little by little, wiping them with the towel he found while washing.

It took three bottles of water to finally get it clean.

As if reborn, this is the most real feeling Carl has now, from the inside out, from body to spirit.

He threw the empty bottle aside, opened the fifth bottle and put it into his mouth. This time Carl was not in a hurry and drank slowly.

But then Carl couldn't help but frown slightly. He hadn't noticed before that the water seemed to have a strange smell.

It is indeed purified water, and Carl will definitely find out what it is before drinking it in a hurry.

But the taste seems a little bitter, and there are some other feelings that are hard to describe specifically, or it can be said to be somewhat close to mold.

Carl was sure that the water had been there for a long time before the disaster.

But what more can one ask for now?

He checked his hands again. They were almost clean, but the cuffs were stained with zombie blood and rotten flesh.

Even though Carl had rolled up his sleeves at that time, it could not be completely avoided.

He frowned slightly, pulled out the dagger, cut off the stained cuff directly, and then washed it again with half a bottle of water in his hand.

After doing all this, Carl took out Beth's watch from his chest.

Two thirty-seven, about the same as Carl expected, and they have already wasted quite some time in this house.

Carl counted the water in the box, took a few bottles in his hand, went downstairs, went to the kitchen to get a can of fruit, and then started collecting supplies after eating it.

Gather all the things in this house that might be used in one place.

It took a long time to collect everything. Carl collapsed weakly on the sofa, looking at the pile of things in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.

It's still a sense of accomplishment, and my mentality has changed a lot without me noticing.

There has been no looting here, so there are still quite a few supplies, at least enough for Carl alone.

If he saves a little on food and water, it will be enough for Carl to survive for a week. As for the shelf life...

Carl wanted to care, but it was good enough that he could survive.

In addition, a pistol was found, a Walther PPQ, which also fired 9mm bullets, but not many bullets, only about forty rounds.

I looked at the time again. It was four forty. It would be sunset in another hour or two.

Carl sighed softly and looked at the window that he had blocked. After looking for a while, Carl still did not move his body and did not want to move.

Close your eyes.

Now, I should consider what to do next.

Maybe I should wait here for Moore and the others to come find me. This place seems to be only a few blocks away from the clothing store. Maybe they will find me?

Or go back to the clothing store and wait?

But, what if something happened to Moore and the others? Otherwise, how can I explain why he didn't come to see me?

And Beth, how is Beth? If I don't go back today, Beth will probably be worried. Damn it, it looks like I'm going to break my promise today.

I hope Beth can understand and won't be too sad. I can only apologize to Beth when I get back.

As he thought about it, Carl leaned against the sofa and felt a little sleepy. Carl was a little tired today, both physically and mentally.

Thinking that he had made some arrangements behind the door and window, there shouldn't be any accidents, so Carl closed his eyes without any care.

"Beth, wait for me."

…

The gorgeous sunset is a combination of red-gold and orange-red.

Full of warm and gentle tones.

The sky is bright red, and the continuous clouds are dyed with color, dazzling and warm.

The breeze blows by, and the clouds float slowly with the wind, turning into groups and flowers, changing in countless ways. If you look carefully, you can see a lot.

Nice view,

but,

Who would care about the scenery now?

At least Beth doesn't.

Beth sat on the lounge chair on the balcony, staring blankly at the paper in her hand, a page torn from a notebook.

"I'm going out for a while, don't worry, there won't be any accidents.

You know, I won't allow any accidents to happen that would prevent me from seeing you, which is something I will never allow.

I'll be back with the sunset, your favorite dried fruit, and maybe some small gifts? Who knows.

But as for gifts, it seems that they should be surprises?

Damn, I'm exposed.

But you'll understand, right?

Well, I don't tell you in advance, I hope you can understand, I think you should want to go out too.

You know, I can't say no to you.

but...

Okay, I originally wanted to leave a message, but when I hold the pen in my hand, especially when I think of you, it is always difficult to stop.

Maybe I can still catch up to watch the sunset with you today. Judging from today's weather, there may be a sunset glow.

If so, I won't miss it.

Prison may not be a very good living environment. I'm sorry that I can't give you something better, but I still hope you can be happy.

We will get better, but until then, you have to be happy.

You know, what I like most is your smile.

If possible, the first thing I want to see when I come back is your smile.

—Karl.

A teardrop fell onto the paper.

Beth quickly wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands, raised her head and looked at the sunset in the sky.

"You lied to me. It was there, but you missed it. You said you wouldn't lie to me.

But if you can come back, I will forgive you, you know, I will forgive you, how can I blame you.

Carl..."

He wiped the corner of his eyes and looked at the paper in his hand, where the tear had fallen.

Coincidentally, it landed on the letter "i", and the word was "live".

So, live turned into love.

"Haha." Beth couldn't help laughing, but after just two laughs, tears started flowing out again.

Beth quickly covered her eyes and put the paper aside.

One beautiful coincidence is enough.

Wiping her eyes, Beth seemed to understand. She shook her head, looked at the half-hidden sunset, and murmured:

"Merciful God, please let Carl come back to me soon, as he promised.

You promised me,

Damn it,

Carl, you promised me..."

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