Chapter 16: Sean the Tiger

　　Qiaoham is a small town with a permanent population of nearly 10,000. It is not very big.

　　But Sean's plan is not as simple as just taking a night off in Jonhaml.

　　The group was short of food, medicine, fuel, and most importantly, weapons.

　　"Dale, how far is it?" Sean asked.

　　"Almost there. We'll be there in half an hour," Dale replied.

　　Sean nodded and handed the Glock 17 back to Carl.

　　"Karl, I will take people to search the town later. You stay in the car and don't run around. Use the gun in your hand to protect others."

　　"Sean, I want to go, I want to try shooting."

　　"We'll talk about it later. If it's safe, everyone will join in the search for the material."

　　After Sean finished speaking, he left his seat and went to instruct others.

　　"Ed, Morales, T-boy, Glenn, you guys come with me later. Dale and the others will stay in the RV."

　　Ed crossed his arms, "Sheriff, I don't have a gun, how can I go with you?"

　　Sean glanced at him and said, "You don't necessarily need a gun. You're not the only one without a gun."

　　"Hey, Sheriff, you already have a Mossberg, you can give that Glock to someone who can make it work."

　　"What do you want to say?" Sean narrowed his eyes and a dangerous light flashed across them.

　　Ed was completely unaware and said nonchalantly, "Sheriff, you actually gave that Glock to a child, don't you think it's inappropriate?"

　　Sean was about to retort when he suddenly noticed the gazes of others.

　　"So what do you mean?"

　　"Give it to people who can make a difference, like me, like Morales, we will use the gun, and we will not use it on our own people."

　　Carl, who was sitting in the seat, naturally heard it as well. He touched the Glock in his hand and looked at the expressions of everyone in the car.

　　Mostly, no.

　　Almost all of them, although they didn't say anything, it was obvious that they agreed with Ed's statement.

　　Carl didn't say anything. It was no use saying anything. He just imitated what he saw on TV and loaded the Glock with great difficulty.

　　Except for Sophia in Carol's arms, Lori covering her face, and Dell driving.

　　Everyone else's eyes were focused on Sean.

　　Carl also wanted to know how Sean would solve the problem, but it was impossible for him to hand over the gun.

　　I can return it to Sean, but I will never allow Sean to give the gun to anyone else.

　　Sean hung his head in silence for a while, then suddenly raised his head and picked up the Mossberg M590 shotgun.

　　Click.

　　The sound of loading a gun.

　　Everyone in the car was shocked.

　　"Sean, what are you doing?" Lori was shocked.

　　"Sean, calm down." Glenn was a little flustered.

　　"Sean, let's talk nicely." Ed was scared.

　　…

　　Sean ignored what anyone said and held the Mossberg in his hand, not pointing it at anyone.

　　He stared at Ed fiercely, then glanced around the car with his sharp eyes like a tiger patrolling its territory.

　　"Just hours ago, you were ready to abandon me, Lori, and Glenn, Maul.

　　Now, what right do you have to ask me? Ah!"

　　Sean yelled at Ed, "Why?

　　Because of your numbers?

　　I believe I have never let anyone down in the camp, and I have always been working diligently to protect the safety of the camp.

　　I don't ask for anything in return, I always feel that this is what I should do.

　　I think we should stick together and help each other in the doomsday.

　　But you? When faced with a life-or-death crisis, you chose to abandon us.

　　I can understand, but I didn't forgive.

　　And Carl, he saved us with that Glock, so why do you want my gun now?

　　My gun?

　　Now, I'm just saying this once, anyone who has any idea about the Glock in Carl's hand! "

　　Snap!

　　Sean narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I will not hesitate to smash his head with the Mossberg in my hand!"

　　Silence, as quiet as death.

　　No one spoke in the car, and Ed's legs began to weaken as he faced the pressure from Sean.

　　Sean glanced at Ed coldly again, then carried the Mossberg back and sat down next to Carl.

　　"That's so cool." This is Carl's truest thought.

　　Sean smiled bitterly and shook his head, without saying anything, and rubbed Carl's head.

　　The RV stopped suddenly.

　　"We're here." Dale's voice broke the solemn atmosphere in the RV.

　　Sean patted Carl on the shoulder and said, "Be careful, don't let your guard down, and don't trust anyone easily."

　　Carl nodded.

　　Sean stood up, "Ed, Morales, Glenn, T-boy, let's go."

　　Dale opened the car door, but Sean didn't get out first. Instead, he used his eyes to force Ed to get out first.

　　Under Sean's gaze, Ed dragged his limp body out of the car, followed by Morales, Glenn, and T-boy.

　　Sean was the last to get out of the car and told Dale to close the door.

　　Daryl's motorcycle was parked nearby. Moore had already gotten off the motorcycle and was squatting on the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, like a scoundrel.

　　"Hey, Sheriff, what should we do? Should we just rush in and kill all those damn zombies?"

　　Moore stood up and pulled up his trousers.

　　"Let's clear out the zombies nearby first. It's best not to use guns until you find bullets."

　　As Sean spoke, he took out the Mossberg and knocked down a zombie with the butt of the gun, then hit it in the head again and again.

　　Sean used the butt of his gun to smash a zombie's head into a pulp.

　　The RV did not drive directly into the town, but stopped on the road. It was still several hundred meters away from the outermost building in the town.

　　But even so, the movement of the RV still attracted the attention of some zombies, and a few scattered zombies were staggering towards the RV.

　　Daryl set up a crossbow and shot an arrow through the head of a zombie, which fell to the ground.

　　Moore twisted his neck, laughed arrogantly, put Browning behind his waist, and drew out the dagger from his waist.

　　Moore walked directly towards a zombie in a swaggering manner.

　　The zombie was a woman in her previous life, wearing a floral dress, but now the dress had turned into a few rags hanging on her body, with even half of her bra cup exposed.

　　But now it can't be called erotic temptation. What is exposed is a pile of rotten meat. Several particularly fat maggots are twisting their disgusting bodies in the rotten meat.

　　"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you, girl, how have you become like this."

　　When the zombie approached Moore, it suddenly increased its speed and pounced directly at Moore.

　　More was not at all panicked. He grabbed the zombie's neck with his left hand, and did not rush to stab the dagger in his right hand. Instead, he picked out a fat maggot from the rotten flesh.

　　"This little guy is really healthy." Moore spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, "Shit, okay, it's actually so disgusting, little bitch, let Uncle Moore help you get rid of it!"

　　But before More's dagger could pierce the zombie, a crossbow arrow hit the zombie's head, and the zombie's body seemed to have frozen and suddenly became motionless.

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