The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

"It's okay, Liz, don't be nervous, it's not important. What you need to know is what is important."

Carl held Liz close to him, gently stroked Liz's head, and comforted Liz.

"So...what should I do?" Liz looked up at Carl, her eyes calmed down a lot.

"You have to remember that apart from your parents, no one in the world will take you for granted to be good to you. Your parents will always be the people who love you the most in this world. You should be sad and upset about your father's misfortune, and you can cry."

Carl let go of Liz and patted her shoulder. "But no matter what your emotions are, they can't change any reality. Never let your emotions control you too much and forget your own meaning."

"My own meaning?" Liz was slightly stunned, somewhat unable to understand.

"You're still young, you'll understand later, come here." Carl waved to Liz and squatted down next to Ryan.

Enrui's body seemed to tremble subconsciously a few times, his rough cheeks were visibly red, and sweat flowed on his forehead.

"Father seems to be in great pain." Liz said blankly, looking at Ryan in a daze.

"Will father turn into a zombie?" Mika walked closer and said weakly.

"Yes, so we need to help him get rid of it. He wouldn't want to see himself become like that." Carl nodded to Mika and glanced at Liz.

He took out the Glock and placed it in his left hand, holding the dagger in his right hand, and placed both hands in front of Liz, "Liz, choose one, what you hope to use to help your father get rid of it."

"Mika, be good and don't look over here, okay? Go to the bed and cover yourself with the quilt, okay? Mika." Carl turned around and said to Mika.

Mika seemed to already know what was going to happen next, and didn't dare to look, but nodded weakly.

"Is there any difference?" Liz looked at Carl with some confusion.

"Of course." Carl nodded. "Anyway, it's much easier to use a gun because he only needs to pull the trigger. With a knife, he needs to feel his own strength, which is much more difficult psychologically."

"But there seems to be no difference. The results are the same."

Carl smiled, worthy of Lizzie, "So which one do you want?"

Liz asked back, "Which one do you want me to choose?"

"I want you to choose the knife."

"Then I'll choose the knife."

Carl smiled, handed the dagger to Liz, put away the Glock, and rubbed Liz's head gently, "Good girl."

Liz was not as relaxed as she said. At least her hand holding the dagger was shaking. She didn't know why it was shaking, as if it was an instinct.

"Liz, you have to hurry, your father is about to mutate." Carl has been paying attention to Ryan's changes.

"I..." Liz didn't know where to put her hand holding the dagger.

Carl held Liz's hand, brought Liz's hand to Ryan's head, and said gently, "Liz, just like I taught you, it's very simple, just aim here and stab it, you don't need too much force, this dagger is very sharp."

"I..." Even though Liz's feelings and thoughts were a little different from those of ordinary people, she still understood very well what this meant. Even though she really wanted to help her father get rid of the trouble, her instinct made it difficult for her to do so.

"You have to hurry. He's about to mutate."

Carl noticed Ryan's instinctively bent fingers, ferocious expression, and trembling eyelids, all of which were signs that he was about to completely transform into a zombie.

"Don't let me down, okay?" Carl's hand stroked Liz's head again.

"Okay... okay." These words seemed to finally make Liz make up her mind, and she stabbed down suddenly with the dagger held in both hands.

"Ah!" A roar as if to vent anger.

Blood and some inexplicable soft tissue flowed out, and tears flowed uncontrollably from Liz's eyes.

"Good girl, you did a great job." Carl quickly hugged Liz and comforted her softly.

Liz buried her head in Carl's arms and sobbed softly, her tears and snot wet Carl's clothes on his chest.

However, even though Carl has mysophobia, he doesn't have too many complaints. There are always some things that can make exceptions.

"I...I didn't let you down, did I?" Liz's voice was still tearful.

"Of course not, you behaved very well." Carl rubbed Liz's head with a smile, took Liz to the bed, and looked at Mika who covered herself with a quilt.

Carl knew that Mika also needed comfort, but not from himself. Compared to himself, perhaps Carol was more suitable.

"Mika, are you okay?" Carl called out.

There was no response except the sobbing coming from under the quilt.

"I'm sorry." Carl sighed and patted Liz. "Okay, stop hugging me. You can vent your emotions, but you are different from others. You have to learn to control your emotions. Do you understand?"

"Well…" Liz let go of Carl's body reluctantly.

Carl told Liz, "Go call your sister and comfort her. From now on, you will be each other's only relatives in the world. You need to pay more attention to your sister's thoughts."

"Okay…Okay."

"Good boy."

Carl walked to Ryan's body, pulled out the dagger that was inserted into Ryan's temple, then wiped it on Ryan's body before putting it away.

Looking at Ryan's body, Carl's eyes were deep. At least you are still called Ryan's body now, not the body of a zombie. Be content.

"Karl!"

A loud shout came from outside, and it sounded a little far away.

Carl walked towards the iron gate.

"Are you leaving?" Liz, who was hugging Mika, asked nervously.

"No, I won't leave." Carl turned around and smiled, walked to the iron gate, pulled out the Glock and opened the door.

There were no zombies outside. Carl saw Sean and his companions below at the railing of the corridor on the second floor and shouted helplessly, "Sean, you are really slow."

"Carl?" Sean looked up immediately when he heard the voice. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Carl and quickly walked towards the stairs.

Carl returned to the room, looked around, walked to the bed, took out a dagger, cut two pieces of cloth from the bed sheet and handed them to Liz.

"What is this?" Liz was slightly stunned.

Carl explained, "It's tied to your mouth and nose. This is an infectious disease. I don't know if you have been infected. Although this prevention is ridiculous, it's better than nothing."

"Oh..." Liz nodded and took the cloth. She was still feeling a little depressed, so she didn't say much.

"Carl, are you okay?" Sean finally entered the room at this time.

"It's okay, what's the situation?" Carl turned around and asked.

When talking about this, Sean's face became a little ugly. "The zombies have almost been dealt with, but the key problem is not the zombies, but some people seem to be in a very bad condition."

Carl also frowned slightly. This thing is much more difficult to deal with than zombies. Viruses are invisible and intangible.

Under current conditions, it is difficult to tell who is infected and who is not, as symptoms do not develop.

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