The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"Bang! Bang!..."

Gunshots, intensive gunshots.

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"Damn it, what are you doing?"

"It's a child!"

"Shit!..."

Conversation, messy conversation, accompanied by roars.

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"This child has lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid..."

"Damn it! Save him! Aren't you a doctor?"

"But..."

"Save it. Do your best."

A somewhat calm yet majestic voice, filled with inexplicable meaning, made the decision.

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very dark,

No,

Not black.

There is no color. What is the definition of color?

Ups and downs...

Misty...

Like a small boat on a rough sea,

It is so powerless and may be completely swallowed up by a wave at any time.

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"You can't die, little brat."

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you saved me, but I..."

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"Carl, my Carl, Rick, I'm so sorry..."

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"Karl, I believe you will be alive. I will find you somewhere, for sure! I promised Lori that I would take good care of you. Damn it, I didn't do it..."

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"Carl, maybe I can go to the zoo with you this weekend."

"Dad, I love you."

"I love you too, Carl."

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"You promised me,

Damn it,

Carl, you promised me!"

"Beth!"

Carl screamed and suddenly opened his eyes. His body instinctively tried to sit up, but he was so weak.

this,

What is this place?

How is this going?

what happened?

I closed my eyes again, and all the memories came back to me. I discarded those that were unreal and unclear, and what remained became very clear.

I was left alone and seriously injured. Who rescued me now?

Carl opened his eyes again. There was still some pain at the back of his head, so he could only look around very slightly.

It seems to be arranged like a ward. This is not a prison. Although prisons also have infirmaries, they are very different from here.

"Young man, are you awake? Damn, you just yelled so suddenly that my water cup fell down."

A thin, bespectacled middle-aged black woman walked to Carl's bed with a kettle and a cup, poured half a cup of water into the cup, and then placed the kettle and cup on the bedside table.

Karl didn't say anything, but just turned his head slightly to look at her. The person in front of him was very unfamiliar. Was he rescued by someone else?

"Little friend, do you remember your name? You were injured at the back of your head, which may cause damage to your memory. When I saw you, I was not sure I could save you from the hands of death."

Stevens sat by Karl's bed, holding the water cup in both hands and blowing slightly, looking at Karl.

"My name is Carl. Did you save me?" Carl pursed his lips slightly, his mouth was a little dry.

"You can call me Dr. Stevens. Yes, I am a doctor. Although I can be said to have saved you, it's not entirely me. At least I didn't bring you back."

Stevens smiled gently, and feeling that the water in the cup was about the right temperature, he took a straw, put it into the cup, stood up, held the cup next to Carl's head, and put one end of the straw into Carl's mouth.

"Thank you." After saying thank you, Carl held the straw in his mouth and began to suck slowly. The water with moderate temperature flowed into Carl's mouth through the straw and then slowly into his throat.

Carl never thought that simply drinking water could bring him such a strong sense of happiness.

Perhaps it was not because of drinking the water itself, but through drinking the water, Carl clearly felt that he was still alive.

Although it is a bit bitter,

No, it's not the water that's bitter, it's your own mouth.

After Carl had almost finished drinking half a cup of water, Stevens moved the cup away and carefully wiped the water droplets that had just dripped onto Carl's neck with a towel.

"Thank you." Carl didn't know what to say except thank you.

"You are a very lovely child. Now you seem to be very sensible. Good boy, you must have suffered a lot outside." Stevens held Carl's hand and kneaded it gently.

"Um, Dr. Stevens, can I ask some questions?" Carl's body was still very weak and his hands could only caress.

But Carl didn't mind. His clothes had been changed and were very clean, and he didn't have any strange feeling from not taking a shower for a long time.

No matter who did this, Carl was grateful, because no matter who it was, no one else had to do this except Sean and the others.

"Child, just ask whatever you want to ask. Don't be shy." Stevens' smile had a maternal glow.

Karl was slightly stunned. Perhaps it was because Dr. Stevens had a child before, so he treated him like this...

"How long have I been unconscious and where is this place?" These are the two questions Carl wants to know most.

Stevens said, "My child, you have been in a coma for almost half a month. I even doubted whether you could wake up. Fortunately, it seems that God still favors you."

"No, I was not blessed by God, but by you. Thank you again, Dr. Stevens. I don't know how to express my gratitude."

Carl didn't expect that he would be in a coma for so long, and then he felt even more grateful. He must have used a lot of medical supplies in the past half month.

What's more, Dr. Stevens knew that there was a high possibility that he would not wake up, but he still did not stop his intravenous supply.

Carl looked at the IV drip hanging on the iron frame beside the bed. It was still dripping. It was these drugs that maintained his life when he could not eat.

In a world like this, medical supplies are so precious. Carl thought to himself that if it were him, he would never waste them on a stranger who might never wake up.

Even among the people I know, not everyone deserves this.

"Children who know how to be grateful are always so lovable." Stevens reached out and touched Carl's face, and continued:

"But I'm not the one you should be most grateful to. Although I'm a doctor, these amino acids, glucose, and fat emulsions don't belong to me."

"But I'm still very grateful, very grateful." Carl looked at Dr. Stevens and said seriously.

As for what she meant, Karl could understand it. It should be the leader here. Without the leader's permission, even a doctor would not waste supplies like this.

Yes, it is a waste. Carl feels that it is indeed a waste. If he changes his perspective, Carl will never think so. That is why Carl is so grateful.

"Child, I like you more and more. But you just woke up now, maybe you should take a good rest. I can make some porridge for you. You haven't eaten for a long time, you will need it."

Stevens put Carl's hand back into the quilt, covered him, and straightened the quilt for Carl before standing up.

Dr. Stevens's movements were gentle, and Carl could feel a kind of warmth, but now Carl missed everyone in the prison.

"Dr. Stevens, you haven't told me where this place is."

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