Chapter 111: Survive
Caesar pointed ahead and made a gesture indicating people.
Daryl crouched low and walked forward a few steps, using his hand to push aside the bushes in front of him. His hawk-like eyes looked through.
Before them was a small hillside. The cattle herd chewed as they walked slowly forward, lowing.
Three people followed beside the herd. All three were dressed sloppily. One was particularly fat and wore a hat. The other two had balanced builds and were filthy all over, but didn't look like they'd ever gone hungry.
Daryl turned his head and met Caesar's eyes, his gaze seeming to say "it's them."
After confirming the target, Glenn was obviously emotionally agitated. His fists clenched with a creaking sound, his jaw tightened, and he looked anxiously at those three, trying to find traces of Maggie.
Glenn didn't rush out. Just restraining himself was already very good.
Caesar looked at Frank and Merle, gesturing for them to flank from both sides and not let anyone escape.
Merle and Frank immediately took action with their people. They crouched low and spread to both sides, walking quickly step by step while keeping their eyes locked on those three.
At the same time, they scouted the surroundings, checking whether there were any extra accomplices wandering outside.
They advanced step by step, carefully checking, and soon approached the three men.
Once closer, they could hear the three men's conversation clearly.
Of the three, the fat one and one of the thinner ones were obviously much older—at least in their thirties.
The other was very young with an immature face, like a high school student.
Toby's foot stepped into muddy soil and he pulled it out with difficulty. "Fuck, what kind of road is this?"
"All that bastard Ralph's fault. Why did I have to come out and herd cattle?" Dave complained irritably. His body was fat. Even walking on flat ground was inconvenient, let alone a road like this.
Sure enough, on his next step, his shoe sank directly into the mud. When he took a step, his foot pulled out of the shoe.
Dave's foot stepped into the soil. His broad face instantly flushed red. He picked up his shotgun and while roaring, fired at the mud.
With several bangs and the smell of gunpowder, Dave's chest heaved violently.
"Fuck! Are you brain damaged, Dave?" Toby, who had instinctively used his arm to shield his body, looked at Dave in shock.
Young Randall was obviously a bit frightened. He looked at Dave with terror in his eyes, his body shrinking, as if worried Dave might lose his mind and shoot him too.
The surrounding cattle immediately scattered with calls. Their bodies were huge, and stimulated by the gunfire, they ran very fast.
"Oh my God!" Seeing the cattle dispersing in all directions, Toby covered his face with both hands, completely breaking down.
"It's all your fault, you idiot!"
Toby pointed at Dave's nose and cursed. Perhaps Dave had just vented with the gunfire, or perhaps it was guilt over the cattle escaping—facing Toby's accusations, he actually lowered his head and took the scolding.
"Randall, young guy." After finishing cursing, Toby's face filled with smiles as he reached out to put his arm around Randall, looking up at him. "You're young and strong. You go gather the cattle back together."
Randall wanted to refuse, but the next moment, he saw the coldness in Toby's eyes clearly.
He knew that once he refused, when they returned to camp, he might not even get food.
"Uh... okay." Randall nodded in agreement and walked cautiously toward the woods beside them.
After Randall left, Toby punched Dave. The meat on Dave's belly trembled.
"It's all your fault. Now we'll be getting back really late today."
"Maybe that new woman will be completely used up by the time we get back. I wanted to go back early and have a turn first."
Hearing Toby's complaints, Dave laughed foolishly and scratched his head. "It's fine. They won't play her to death anyway. We'll definitely get our turn."
"Ah, women are getting harder and harder to find now. Rare to find a top-quality one."
Thinking of the short-haired woman's full and alluring figure, Toby tilted his head back and licked his lips, an intoxicated expression appearing on his face.
"Fuck, I'm the one who led you guys there today." Randall, who had walked away, glanced sideways to confirm Dave and Toby couldn't hear him, and complained quietly.
"And they still make me herd the cattle."
"Two old bastards. Cleaning up the mess you made yourselves. You should really die!"
Despite his verbal complaints, Randall still did as told and searched for the cattle.
Walking forward a few steps, Randall saw a brown and white spotted cow. His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly. Just as he was about to touch the cow—
Several figures suddenly appeared beside Randall. Before Randall could even see them clearly—
The gun stock came crashing down, directly hitting Randall's body's sleep switch. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed.
After tying Randall with rope and gagging his mouth, Merle grabbed Randall's ankle and dragged him forward.
On this side, Toby and Dave were still chatting idly. Not knowing what topic they were discussing, the smiles on both their faces were especially lewd.
Cold gun muzzles pressed against the backs of both their heads. Toby's expression froze. He instinctively raised his arms. "Hello, hello. Is there something we can help you with?"
Dave looked at Toby blankly, as if asking what to do.
The next moment, the gun stock struck directly at the back of Dave's head.
Dave screamed and his fat body fell to the ground. Dave rolled over, his eyes bloodshot, wanting to grab his gun and shoot.
A bullet instantly penetrated Dave's shoulder. Blood flowed out rapidly, soaking Dave's dirty clothes.
Dave curled like a cooked shrimp, his body arched as he screamed.
Taking this opportunity, Morales removed the gun from Dave's body and gave Dave several punches, beating him until he covered his head and curled up his body.
"Don't hit anymore, don't hit anymore. Please."
Dave's brain wasn't very sharp, but Toby's brain worked fast.
He realized this group didn't seem like they were robbing things—they seemed to be specifically looking for them.
But his group had just started wandering around this area...
How... Toby thought of the farm they'd just raided.
Damn it. It can't really be people from that farm.
Motherfucker, fucking Randall. We never should have let you join the team. I really should have killed you.
Caesar walked to Dave's side and had Morales flip Dave over, face down.
Caesar's foot stepped on Dave's wounded shoulder. He looked at Toby, cold light flickering in his eyes. "What's your name?"
"Toby, and this is Dave." Toby honestly confessed.
"We have another companion. He went to find the cattle. You can catch him too."
Toby's thinking was very clear. Why should we two get caught while you, Randall, get off free?
As for hoping Randall would come rescue him—completely impossible.
Toby's camp was originally just a group of wanderers who had drifted to this area from outside. The organization was loose, and there was no concept that they must save each other.
They only had one rule: survive.
Even betraying companions was acceptable, as long as you could survive.