Chapter 38 Never

　　A dog hole. Well, it should have been dug by a police dog. Maybe the police dog would occasionally run out to have a tryst with a resident's dog.

　　"Dog hole? Shit, are you kidding me? Mr. More would never go through a dog hole!"

　　Sean shrugged. "There's no other way. Didn't you say we must get the weapons? Why, you're a wimp now?"

　　The dog hole is not big, it is a passage on the ground, and the barbed wire above it is still intact.

　　"I think you should hurry up and stop wasting time on these little things, okay?"

　　Carl said something, then lay down on the ground and went in.

　　Well, the child's body is not completely without benefits, at least it is easy to drill the hole.

　　"Hey, Carl, what are you doing!" Sean didn't expect Carl to rush over so recklessly.

　　Carl had already stood up inside the wire fence, brushed off the dirt on his body, and said nonchalantly,

　　"This hole is a little small. It may be difficult for you to drill it. Give me the dagger, and we will dig the hole bigger from the inside and outside together."

　　Behind the barbed wire is a lawn, behind the lawn is a large rubber training ground, and behind that is the police station building.

　　There were no zombies nearby, and even if there were, they would have been attracted by the gunfire from the building.

　　"Shit, Carl, don't run around. Let us go in first." Sean directly gave his dagger to Carl.

　　"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, just help me dig it."

　　Carl just squatted down, pried up pieces of soil with his dagger and threw them aside.

　　There is not cement but soil under the wire mesh, because there is a road outside the wire mesh and the city has greening requirements, so shrubs are planted outside the wire mesh, which saves costs and looks beautiful.

　　If it weren't for the mud, no matter how powerful the police dog was, it would be impossible for it to make a hole in the cement.

　　On the original basis, we expanded it a little bit, and with several people working together, it soon became twice as large as before.

　　Sean went in without saying anything, and without even shaking off the dirt on his hands, he pressed Carl's head.

　　"Karl, you are not allowed to act on your own anymore. Do you know how dangerous this is?"

　　Carl pushed Sean's hand away, returned the dagger to Sean, and said helplessly,

　　"Sean, your hands are dirty, don't touch my head. You know it's hard to wash your hair now."

　　Sean was stunned for a moment, then he brushed off the dirt on his body, his tone still very serious.

　　"I'm sorry, but you have to promise me not to act on your own!"

　　"Of course, but let's get started." Carl raised the Glock and looked around.

　　The others also climbed in at this time, including Moore.

　　"Shit." Moore spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and lit a cigarette.

　　"Mr. No, I think you'd better vomit farther away. We will probably have to leave here later. Of course, if you are willing to crawl first, I have no objection."

　　Carl sneered lightly.

　　"Hey, kid, Uncle More is going to beat the shit out of you!"

　　Sean stopped Moore who wanted to scare Carl and said quickly,

　　"Okay, stop messing around, let's get moving. Moore and I will lead the way. Daryl, you guys watch out for your left and right. Glenn, you take care of your back. Carl, you follow in the middle."

　　Everyone adjusted their positions according to Sean's instructions, took up their weapons, remained alert, and quietly approached the building.

　　Moore said unhappily, "Sheriff, why are you protecting him so closely? Someone who doesn't know would think he's your child."

　　"More, shut up, okay? Now is not the time to make a fuss." Sean was also very unhappy. He had tolerated other words, but it was a bit too much to say this in front of Carl.

　　If Sean hadn't known that now was not the right time, he would have been rational and would have really wanted to punch Moore.

　　Moore smiled nonchalantly and said, "Just talking casually, why are you so nervous, Sheriff? I hope I am right."

　　Sean ignored Moore this time.

　　Carl stared at the kennel behind the training ground in a daze. There were no police dogs there and all the cages were open.

　　But there were several bloody bodies of police dogs lying outside the cages.

　　Carl was thinking about a question, why there were no zombies, at least not when he was watching the show.

　　So if there really is such a zombie virus, how could it only affect humans?

　　When this world becomes reality, will there be zombies?

　　Carl was curious.

　　"Carl, don't be distracted." Sean was very observant.

　　"Of course, I'll pay attention."

　　Carl gripped the Glock tightly. The texture of the rubber under his feet was particularly clear, giving Carl the illusion that he was still living in a civilized society.

　　The training ground was very wide. In order to conserve their energy, the group did not walk fast. Even Carl walked completely this time.

　　A few minutes later, the group approached the building.

　　There are not many zombies in the building but on the back. These zombies look stupid and have no intelligence, but they are very sensitive to some things.

　　They know where people are and where to get in.

　　It's like Daryl said, instinct, hunting instinct.

　　Sean lowered his body and waved to the people behind him. Everyone stopped. This position was not good.

　　If there was anyone in that group watching behind the window, he would be able to see Sean and the others at a glance.

　　There was no cover around Sean and his men, so they were bound to be shot.

　　But Sean didn't think they had enough people to keep watch, so he decided to look behind.

　　The zombies ahead should be enough to give them a headache.

　　"What should we do? Sheriff, you should have experience." Moore said.

　　Sean didn't answer immediately, but squinted his eyes and looked at the police station building.

　　This is a rectangular building, only four or five stories high, but very wide, about twice its height.

　　"County police and town police are different." Sean said lightly.

　　"Sheriff, we have to hurry. These bastards have been shooting for such a long time. Could they have gotten the weapons?

　　You son of a bitch, you dare to use Master Moore's weapons, Master Moore will kill those bastards."

　　"It's not that simple." Sean shook his head. "Although I'm not a town police officer, the rules of the police station are the same. The door of the armory is not that easy to open. If they really opened it, they are lucky."

　　"More, let's go, let's go first." Sean led a few people closer to the building.

　　Except for Carl, everyone else changed into daggers.

　　There were not many zombies behind the building and they were quickly cleared out. The group leaned against the wall of the building and came to a window.

　　Sean turned his head and looked at everyone, "Let Moore and I go in first. We are more agile. If there is no problem, you can come in later. You guys stay behind the window first."

　　Carl reminded, "Hey, wait, if you break the window, they will definitely hear the noise, and they will definitely have someone come to check it out."

　　Sean frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, walked in front of Carl, and pressed Carl's shoulders, "I know, so we have to deal with them, we have to do this, okay?"

　　"Of course." Unexpectedly, Carl agreed directly.

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