Chapter 55: Miss Beth

　　"But that was your father's own will. I am grateful for old Mr. Hershel's gift."

　　"Little boy, you should have refused. As a guest, you should at least know your limits."

　　"I refused, at least once."

　　Karl frowned slightly, "Compared to me, don't you think it's more rude for you to call me like this?"

　　He didn't even call me Carl, but called me little devil. Carl was very sad.

　　"Sorry." Seeing Karl's serious attitude, Beth's tone softened, "I didn't expect you would mind. How about this, as compensation, I'll walk with you."

　　Sure enough, Miss Beth is still kind.

　　"What kind of compensation is this?" Carl curled his lips, but his body still followed Beth honestly.

　　However, when walking with Beth, Carl said he was troubled again, because he was so short that he could barely reach Beth's chest.

　　Hence, a slight sadness.

　　"Carl, why are you so depressed?" Beth asked curiously.

　　Carl shook his head and said nothing.

　　Beth frowned slightly in displeasure, but women, regardless of age, were more tolerant of children.

　　Beth felt that she shouldn't bother with a little kid.

　　So Beth changed the subject, "Have you always lived outside?"

　　"Yes, ever since the disaster." This time Carl answered without hesitation.

　　"What's it like outside?" Beth was curious.

　　"You don't want to know." Carl shook his head slightly.

　　Beth is still very innocent and has never seen the outside world. She is well protected by Hershel, and Carl does not want Beth to be exposed to the outside world too early.

　　"Why?" Beth stopped and stared at Carl curiously.

　　"Children are always curious about the outside world, but the cruelty of the outside world is far beyond your imagination."

　　Beth pouted in dissatisfaction, "Hey, can you not act so old-fashioned? You are much younger than me."

　　Karl smiled helplessly, "Anyway, the world outside is very dangerous, there's nothing worth being curious about, let's change the subject.

　　do you have a boyfriend?"

　　How Carl hoped that Beth's answer would be no, but reality is always cruel.

　　Beth replied casually, "Yes, Jimmy, the one who just sat on my right. I can introduce you to each other later."

　　"How old are you, and you already have some boyfriends..."

　　Karl's voice suddenly became weak. Just like the plot, there was no luck.

　　Beth said nonchalantly, "Hey, what's wrong? Isn't this normal? Some of my classmates have had dozens of boyfriends."

　　"You call this normal?" Carl felt that if Beth was like this, he should change his attitude towards her.

　　"I said it's normal to date someone, I didn't say it's normal to date more than a dozen people, and Jimmy is my first boyfriend, okay."

　　"Doesn't your father care about you?"

　　Carl couldn't understand how broad-minded Hershel was, actually allowing his sixteen-year-old daughter to fall in love and even bringing her home.

　　"Jimmy is Aunt Mary Sue's child. His farm is not far away, and we grew up together. Naturally, my father wouldn't say anything."

　　Beth walked leisurely, with a little bit of hopping.

　　Carl followed Beth like a little brother, but Carl didn't care that much.

　　The bright afternoon sunshine shines on the farm lawn, and the girl is jumping around, with occasional silver bell-like laughter coming from her.

　　No zombies, no danger.

　　Carl felt as if he was in another world, this seemed to be the feeling of youth.

　　Soon Carl woke up from his fantasy. This was the end of the world. Even if it was safe here, it was only temporary.

　　Carl continued, "Then why is Jimmy at your house?"

　　Beth's bright smile suddenly disappeared, and her tone was a little heavy, "Because his family members have contracted an infectious disease, his farm is full of patients."

　　Carl was silent. He wanted to tell Beth that those were not patients but zombies, but Carl didn't say it, at least not now.

　　After walking for a while, both of them were silent. Karl felt that he had almost digested it, so he asked,

　　"Beth, do you have plans for the afternoon?"

　　"I don't think so. What's wrong?" Beth stopped.

　　"I'm going to train, do you want to come with me?"

　　"train?"

　　"Yes, such as practicing shooting or something." Carl nodded.

　　"How old are you? Do your parents allow you to practice shooting?" Beth was a little surprised.

　　"certainly."

　　"Why? This is not fair. I'm sixteen and my father doesn't allow me to touch a gun." Beth pouted, very dissatisfied.

　　Carl shrugged, "If you want, you can practice with me. I'll talk to your father."

　　"How can you convince my father?" Beth obviously had no hope and was a little discouraged.

　　"Nothing is impossible." Carl smiled gently at Beth. "By the way, I have a gun. Do you want to touch it?"

　　Beth asked cautiously, "Is it okay?"

　　"Of course." Carl nodded, hesitated for a moment, and took out the Glock from his waist and handed it to Beth.

　　The Eagle of the End of the World is too heavy, weighing four kilograms, and even Carl himself can't handle it.

　　As for Beth, although she is a few years older, she is still a girl after all, and she probably doesn't have much strength.

　　"This is a Glock 17, which is a gun that is more suitable for beginners. If you want, we can find a place for you to try firing it later."

　　Beth played with the Glock curiously, but was still very careful not to touch the trigger. In fact, it would be okay if she touched it, because Carl had turned off the safety.

　　"Why do you carry a gun with you? My God, you are only eleven years old."

　　After playing with the Glock for a while, Beth realized something was wrong.

　　"I told you, it's very dangerous out there. For self-defense, it's essential to always have a gun with you. And I carry more than just this one."

　　Carl opened his coat, revealing the Apocalypse Eagle and Apocalypse Snake in the holsters at his thighs.

　　It has a bit of showing off meaning. Boys always like to show themselves in front of the opposite sex. If it is the opposite sex they like, the desire to show off will increase infinitely.

　　"Oh my god, can you show me that gun?"

　　Beth pointed at the Eagle of the End of the World. Obviously, the Eagle of the End of the World with a better appearance was more attractive to girls.

　　Carl nodded. "Of course, but this gun is not so friendly to novices. It's very heavy. Be careful."

　　Karl pulled out Shen Bangbang's Eagle of the End of the World and handed it to Beth, who took it very carefully.

　　Lifting a four-pound weight is not a big deal. The really difficult part is lifting it and then shooting steadily. That's when the recoil is the most difficult to deal with.

　　Beth played with it for a while, then reluctantly returned the Eagle of Doom to Carl.

　　"If you can convince my father, I'd still be willing to practice with you, but I can only say that the possibility is very small."

　　"Then what are you waiting for? You won't know unless you try."

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