Atlanta, S.C.T. central base.
It has been more than two days since Rick left the base, at first he was still able to communicate through the radio, but now there is no signal.
Although Shane explained countless times that Rick's radio ran out of battery, Lori was still terribly worried.
On the third morning, just as Shane was leaving the room, he saw Lori walking toward him, followed by his two children and Morgan's wife, which caused him to curse unheard countless times.
Lori didn't sleep all night, and keep trying to communicate with Rick on the radio, and em rustling in response was like cold wind on a winter night, which made her feel worried and decided to go out of the bedrooms to a more open place and there was Morgan's wife, which made them have a long conversation in which the two of them shared their worries.
"Shane, you need to go out and get them today. Our husbands are off base. If anything happens to them, no one will be able to escape blame."
"Captain Shane, Morgan has been gone for a long time. Last time he went to Texas and helped the commander on one of the base's most important missions. I hope you can send a group to look for them and rescue them. What if they need help right now?"
"Uncle Sean, you'll save my dad, right?"
Shane's head is buzzing right now. It's not that he doesn't want to rescue his comrades, but their bases are now widely scattered and the responsibility is maximum, how can they find three people in the cities where their strength is not abundant?
Even mobilizing people from all over the central base to search for the lost ones won't help. They won't be able to cover many places at all with runner-type walkers, and a large number of people would have to be mobilized, let alone those abnormal walkers.
Since the last time the CDC exploded, the tide of walkers in the surrounding area has increased significantly and many groups have organized to make sure that all bases and places near their territory are kept safe. Even port missions were temporarily suspended to reduce sorties.
But all this is not something that I can say directly, but it is also true that those three people who are outside are the backbone of the central base and have made great contributions to the base since its inception.
After much deliberation, he still decided to do something, and after remembering approximately Rick's last location he gave all these people a confirmation.
"I will have to personally go out and rescue you as soon as possible, but you should know that this is not in the rules and finding you is not an easy task, but I will do my best."
Lori, who finally got a response, showed an expression of relief and tried to hug Shane, but Shane stepped aside and after a thank you from Morgan's wife walked out of the hallway.
Half an hour later, the central base was left under Mike's command under Tyler's supervision and Shane looked for a small group to leave the base in an armored vehicle.
...
Click, click, click, click!
"Damn, the battery's dead!"
Rick angrily threw down the radio in his hands, they were trapped, Elen woke up in the morning and when she wanted to open the window, she found a large number of walkers passing through the town.
What bothered him the most was that the direction of the horde of walkers again blocked their way back.
Even if the walking horde is over, they cannot return this way, and now they are just waiting for the walking horde to pass quickly.
Fortunately, they were not found, otherwise, the house would not last long and would be raped by the undead, let alone return, and even their lives would have to be harvested by the rotting mouths of the walkers.
Quietly, Rick lifted the curtains of the house a little, looked at the dense horde of walkers in the street and sighed quietly, before the end of the world, only some large-scale festivals could give him similar sights, but he did not expect to see this scene to measure, but no one would want to see this today.
This time they encountered two hordes of walkers in a row, plus a road closure, several people were a bit frustrated and no one was lucky.
Guillermo was paralyzed on the couch with a hopeless look on his face. This horde of walkers had been going on for a long time. No one dared to make a sound in the room. And a notebook appeared in front of him, with some words written on it.
"Dude, didn't they have helicopters?"
Speechless, Guillermo looked at Elen beside him, picked up the pencil and wrote on the blank paper.
"We don't want to waste gas... Besides, the walkers will disappear sooner or later."
"After the horde of walkers disappears, there's nothing to worry about."
For a while, the two chatted through the notebook.
Rick at the window suddenly showed a look of surprise, finally saw the edge of the tide of corpses, although it was still far away, according to the current speed, it should take about half an hour more to pass.
...
After half an hour.
"Haha, I can finally talk..."
Elen sat on the sofa with more calmness and a big smile on her face, Elen to the side saw her sister's serious gaze looking at her firmly.
Seeing her sister's gesture, she herself realized that the atmosphere in the room didn't seem right, so she straightened up embarrassed.
Rick's trio was studying something on the map at the moment, there seemed to be some differences of opinion, and the voice of discussion gradually grew louder.
"No, no, it wouldn't work that way. We have too few people in this place. Our purpose is to find gas and then find a car that can take us back to base. Otherwise, we'll be food for the walkers."
"But there are hordes of walkers everywhere, won't it be more likely to find them if we take a detour now? Now we can only go far away and look for a vehicle in good condition to return to the base."
Hearing the scuffle between the two people around him, Rick frowned as well.
The tricky thing now is that there is a horde of walkers going in a compromising direction and they are now too far away from another town.
"Let's find a car here first."
Two hours later.
On the road out of town, Rick and his group walked forward with a few gallons of gasoline.
After more than an hour of collecting, the three gallons of gas were half full, but there wasn't a single car they could start in town, so they had no choice but to walk to the next town.
Rick walked in front with a gallon of gas, and every now and then he would take out a few walkers following him, and the people behind him followed close behind, surrounding Elen and Katie.
The sun was very bright today, and the light fell on the road through the bare treetops on both sides, and also illuminated several people. Rick looked up at the leaf buds that had begun to turn green in the treetops, feeling a little dazed.
Rug!
But at this moment, the sound of an engine was heard in the distance, and Rick suddenly turned his head to look back. Ten seconds later, a large truck appeared around a far corner.
There was no shelter around them and they didn't hide at all, they simply stood in the road and watched the truck approach.
Crunch!
The people in the truck had obviously seen the figures on the street a long time ago and were slowing down from hundreds of meters away. With the screeching of brakes, the truck gradually came to a stop in front of them.
Unconsciously protecting Katie and Elen, they saw six people get out of the truck.
The leader was a strong man over 1.9 meters tall, with short, erect red hair and a long beard under his nose, he wore a gray vest with crossed straps and his muscular arms were fully exposed.
The rest were two slender girls, a short white man in his thirties wearing a hat, a handsome young man and a large man with a strange hairstyle standing at the end.
The tall man at the front of the group walked to the front of the truck with a rifle in his hand, his eyes swept over several people and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth for some reason.
"Looks like today is really my lucky day!"