Chapter 69: Conscience

　　"What? Sean and the others are injured? Karl went out with Sean and the others again?"

　　Lori, who just learned the news, found it hard to accept.

　　Beth nodded weakly.

　　Just now, Lori and others were practicing shooting in the woods behind the farm. Because of the gunshots, they couldn't hear what was happening over there.

　　It wasn't until Carl really left that Beth felt it necessary to tell Lori about this matter, so she came.

　　"Oh my god! Where did they go? Is it dangerous?"

　　Even though Lori already knew some of Carl's extraordinary qualities, she couldn't help but worry out of maternal instinct, and her legs even felt weak from being too excited.

　　Beth quickly supported Lori, hesitated for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be very dangerous. Maybe they will be back soon."

　　"Why is Karl so ignorant? Doesn't he know how worried I am about him?"

　　Beth helped Lori sit down beside her and comforted her softly.

　　Seeing Lori like this, Beth really didn't know what would happen to Lori if something happened to Carl.

　　Although Beth was a little worried about Carl, her worry was insignificant compared to Lori's.

　　Beth even began to feel that Carl was a little immature. He had to show off his ability to have such a mother's care.

　　Beth envied the children who had caring mothers.

　　With Beth's gentle comfort, Lori's mood stabilized a lot. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry. I really lost my composure."

　　"It's okay, don't worry too much, Carl will be fine too."

　　Beth smiled softly and patted Lori's back gently.

　　"I hope so."

　　…

　　"Huahuahua…"

　　The cold wind of the autumn night swirled the fallen leaves, like naughty elves chasing the traces left by cars.

　　Until it fades away, falls unwillingly, returns to calm, the cold wind blows again, from stillness to movement, full of vitality.

　　There is no need to take the fallen leaves away, as they belong here.

　　The night wind in early autumn was already bitingly cold, and the car window was half open.

　　The cold can make people sober and calm.

　　In the dim car, there was only a small scarlet fire.

　　Wisps of smoke drifted away with the wind.

　　It was indeed very cold, and the goose bumps on my neck were the best proof of that.

　　It doesn't matter if it's a little cold, it's still bearable. Carl silently polished the Glock, his thoughts feeling a little heavy.

　　Carl had no idea that this situation would happen so quickly.

　　But life is always like this, whether it is a surprise or a shock, it always comes so suddenly.

　　Carl didn't know how dangerous this time was, but what he was sure of was that in the original drama, Sean was able to escape from the horde of zombies purely because of the plot requirements.

　　But we are not filming a movie now, and it is not the screenwriter who decides who lives and who dies.

　　Like in the show, the protagonists walked through the group of zombies, just pushed them away, and then came out without any problem.

　　Is this possible now?

　　Carl knew it was impossible.

　　Although those zombies are stupid, they are not made of wood. If you stretch out your hand, it will be the same as feeding them.

　　"Magnetic~"

　　The sound of a diesel lighter, this is Sean's fourth cigarette.

　　From the beginning, every time he finished smoking a cigarette, Sean would immediately light up another one.

　　"Sean, excessive nicotine intake will affect your condition."

　　"But it keeps me calm."

　　"That's what affects your performance."

　　After hesitating for a moment, Sean threw the cigarette out of the car window.

　　Then Carl held out his hand, "Give me one?"

　　"What? Shit!" Sean was confused. "Then you want me to throw it away?"

　　"I didn't tell you to throw it away. Give me one."

　　"What are you talking about? You are still very young, you are not allowed to smoke."

　　"It does calm people down."

　　"That's not OK."

　　"Okay." Carl didn't insist.

　　"Is the bullet loaded?" Sean asked.

　　"It's ready."

　　Carl brought more than a dozen magazines, most of which were Glocks, totaling several hundred rounds of bullets.

　　There are only three magazines in the Doomsday Eagle and the gun. Carl has already tried using the Doomsday Eagle.

　　It feels good, the recoil isn't too bad, but it's a little stronger than the Glock.

　　But the magazine capacity of the Doomsday Eagle is only eight rounds, and with the bullet in the chamber, there are only nine rounds, so the three magazines have a total of twenty-five bullets.

　　In addition, Carl is not yet at the stage where he can use two pistols in each hand, so the Eagle of the End of the World is just a backup measure.

　　"Help me load a few more 5mm magazines and get me a high-powered flashlight."

　　"Okay." Carl got from the passenger seat to the back compartment.

　　Some of the weapons and ammunition on the armored vehicle were left on the farm, but a small part was still left.

　　"Karl, what did you see?"

　　Sean held the steering wheel with one hand and looked straight ahead.

　　The powerful high beams illuminated very far, but most of what came into view were colorful, dancing fallen leaves.

　　Carl was silent for a moment.

　　"I saw you go to school to get surgical equipment."

　　"Am I alone? How did it turn out?

　　…

　　Is it because I died that you had to come here?"

　　Sean suddenly stepped on the brakes, and Carl quickly grabbed the handrail to prevent himself from being thrown out by inertia.

　　"If that's the case..." Sean gripped the steering wheel tightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

　　You said you were going alone?

　　Or give up Glenn?

　　It's not that I can't do it, it's that I can't say it.

　　"No, you survived."

　　Carl loaded the magazine and sat back in the passenger seat.

　　"Carl? Really?"

　　"Yes, I can assure you that I didn't lie to you."

　　"So what you saw was us going together? Or was it me alone?"

　　Sean's hands, which were tightly gripping the steering wheel, finally loosened a little.

　　Carl was silent, not knowing how to start.

　　"Sean, we should keep going. Glenn can't wait too long."

　　Sean was about to start again, but his movement suddenly stopped.

　　"What are you hiding from me?" Sean turned his head and looked at Carl, "Tell me, or I won't leave even if Glenn can't wait."

　　Carl thought he should just make up a lie.

　　She said that she and Sean had gone there, and they got the equipment they needed without any trouble, and went home happily hand in hand.

　　This is a very wise choice, a very good choice, at least it can stabilize Sean temporarily.

　　But Carl didn't.

　　"You didn't go with me, but there were two of us, and you were the only one who survived."

　　"Shit! Then why did you come! What are you doing, Karl? I have to take you back first."

　　Sean restarts the armored vehicle, but it's in reverse.

　　"No, Sean, we can't go back. What I saw may not happen. Besides, people have been replaced, and things may not develop along the original trajectory."

　　"That won't work either. I can't let you take this risk, absolutely not!"

　　Sean's words were firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

　　Karl spoke and was silent for a long time. His expression could not be seen clearly in the dim car, but his voice could only be heard to be unusually calm.

　　"The other person wasn't a dead corpse, nor was it an accident."

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