Chapter 130: Walker Horde
ROAR—
The walker horde like black ocean waves slapped forward against shops on both sides of the street.
Walkers close to shop fronts were pushed forward by an irresistible force, smacking against the front doors with a splat.
Doors shattered, and the walkers in contact with them also split open.
Merle leaned out from a shop, looked backward, and his eyes widened considerably.
"Fuck, this walker horde has more than maggots on a corpse."
That dense walker horde was terrifying to the extreme. Densely packed, they occupied all streets within view. That blood-colored black so intense it painted the shops on both sides of the horde.
Shop fronts shattered as walkers swarmed inside.
Hiding inside shops was definitely a dead end.
Cold sweat broke out on Merle's back. He turned to look at squad members walking over from inside the shop and shouted loudly.
"You bastards, start running! You want to die?"
The reprimanded squad members hurriedly ran out of the shop. Each one who saw the walker horde behind froze, terror instantly robbing them of their ability to move.
The next second, Merle's big foot kicked their butts. They stumbled but managed to stand.
Merle pointed at them and cursed. "Run for me! What are you all standing there for? Run!"
Merle's roar on ordinary days made them very afraid, but now they only heard deep concern.
"Yes, boss."
"We understand, boss."
"..."
One by one they agreed and ran forward, running toward the squad's armored vehicle.
Warriors were on the armored vehicle, engine still running, waiting for them to board.
After seeing squad members board one by one, Merle was also about to run over when he saw an alley entrance not far away.
A shocking number of walkers surged from the alley entrance. Their speed was slow, but they blocked the armored vehicle's departure route in advance.
Plus the horde behind—it could be called a pincer attack from both sides.
If the front got blocked, along with his subordinates, all would die!
This thought flashed through Merle's mind. He immediately roared, "Drive, drive for me!"
Hearing Merle's order, the driver stomped the gas pedal. The armored vehicle shot out.
The armored vehicle's power was very sufficient. In the blink of an eye, it knocked away several walkers blocking the front.
Walkers from the alley entrance roared as they rushed out but were too late to stop the charging armored vehicle.
Seeing the armored vehicle escape, delight rose on Merle's face. "Fuck, little bastards ran so damn fast. Didn't even say they'd come pick me up."
Merle naturally knew that after the driver heard his order, they barely had a chance to rush out of the walker group. If they turned around to pick him up, they'd probably all have to stay here.
With a bitter smile, Merle turned to walk toward the shop where they'd just searched for supplies.
Just entering the shop, two figures—one large, one small—walked out from the shadows beside.
Merle casually drew his knife and walked forward fiercely. "Think I'm a soft persimmon? Two walkers want to slaughter me."
Speaking, Merle viciously stabbed toward the figures' heads.
"Ah!"
Both shouted, voices piercing.
Merle froze. Aren't these people? Why does the voice sound familiar?
The two stopped screaming and slowly walked out of the shadows.
Merle was dumbfounded. It was actually that mother and daughter from earlier.
The mother apologetically bent her waist. "I'm sorry, Captain Merle. Just now we didn't have time to board the vehicle."
Merle's brows furrowed. He lowered his head to look at the little girl.
The little girl held her mother's hand, raising her small face to look at Merle, her big round eyes staring straight at him.
Merle's throat was dry as he said, "You... why didn't you board?"
He'd originally thought this was his grand funeral—drinking alcohol, taking explosives and charging into the walker horde, bringing a brilliant ending to his dissolute life.
Unexpectedly, this mother and daughter hadn't left, meaning he still had to protect them.
The mother said hesitantly, "We originally wanted to follow, but my legs and feet aren't very nimble."
Fine.
Merle reluctantly accepted. He lowered his head to glance at the little girl again. "We need to find a safe place to wait."
"Wait for what?" The mother instinctively continued asking.
Merle paused before answering. "Wait for my boss. He'll come find me."
"Boss?"
"Mm. Yellowstone's boss, Caesar. A charismatic bastard!"
...
The matter of Merle being trapped in the walker horde quickly reached Caesar's ears.
Caesar hurriedly asked, "What happened at the time?"
A sobbing voice sounded from the other end of the radio.
"At the time, many walkers suddenly appeared behind. Our people detected it, and the captain told us to withdraw quickly."
"Squad members all boarded the armored vehicle. The captain hadn't had time to board yet when walkers appeared in front—the numbers were also shocking."
"Before the walkers could surround us, the captain ordered to drive. After our people broke through the walker group, we discovered the captain wasn't on the vehicle."
"The captain understood the situation and deliberately gave orders for us to break out."
"When... when we wanted to break back in to pick up the captain, we discovered there were too many walkers—we couldn't break through."
Caesar pondered for a moment, pinched his brow, and sighed. "Is Merle alright?"
"The captain is fine. He's hiding in a relatively safe basement. No walkers have discovered him."
"It's just there are too many walkers. He's trapped."
Caesar nodded. "Okay, I understand."
The radio closed. Morales looked at Caesar in the rearview mirror and without asking turned the vehicle around, driving toward Merle's direction.
The armored vehicles behind also turned around, following close behind this vehicle.
Andrea curled her lip. "This Merle is even a squad leader, yet he could get blocked by a walker horde."
"Andrea, stop talking." Carol rarely seriously glared at Andrea.
Andrea knew her words were excessive and shut her mouth without speaking further.
Caesar glanced at Andrea. "When we return to Yellowstone, your training doubles."
Andrea's face paled. She gritted her teeth bitterly, not blaming others—she knew it was her problem.
Caesar looked at Carol and said meaningfully, "Carol, we at Yellowstone will never abandon any companion."
Carol nodded. "I know. Since the boss began leading us, not one companion has died from being abandoned. There won't be any in the future either."
Caesar smiled with satisfaction.
He'd actually been somewhat worried Carol would go on a killing spree in Yellowstone, just like when the prison showed epidemic signs—Carol without a word killed two patients.
Efficient and ruthless.
Although Caesar appreciated this approach's efficiency, actually it wasn't commendable. This would cause camp instability—who knew if the killer would casually kill people.
Caesar's squad quickly rendezvoused with Merle's squad and others.
After Caesar exited the vehicle, he walked quickly toward the floor where they were temporarily resting, nodding to acknowledge each combat member.
Every person's facial expression was very grave.
It seemed this walker horde's scale was shocking.
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