"Sean, haven't they come back yet?"
The next day at noon, when Carl was eating, he hadn't seen Sean and the others yet.
Lori shook her head with a heavy expression, "He hasn't come back yet. Maybe something has delayed him."
Carl frowned slightly. All the high-combat strength members of the camp had been taken away. There were probably only a few people left with combat strength except T.
It's not safe to go to them.
The key point is that we don't know why Sean and the others haven't come back yet, and whether they have encountered any danger.
Although Carl felt that Sean and the others were almost the main characters and it shouldn't be that easy for accidents to happen, everything in this world was full of variables.
It may not proceed according to the original plot, and Carl is not sure.
"Sean and the others should be fine, don't worry too much."
Although Karl was also very worried, seeing Lori's expression so heavy, Karl couldn't help but comfort her.
"Yeah, they'll be fine, let's eat." Lori forced a smile.
Carl nodded, ate his meal, and continued to study with Dell as planned.
However, Carl had already made up his mind that if Sean and the others had not returned tonight, he would take people to find them.
Carl didn't believe that Sean and his men could be wiped out. At most, some casualties were trapped somewhere.
During the dagger training in the afternoon, Carl seemed absent-minded the whole time. Even when Beth came to see him, he just fooled her with a few words.
As the sun set, Carl's heart grew heavier. He put away his dagger and walked towards the camp.
"drop!"
At this moment, a whistle sounded from outside the wire fence, and Carl quickly ran in the direction where the whistle came from.
It was indeed the blue Hyundai SUV. Carl quickly opened the fence and drove the car into the farm.
Carl closed the fence and ran quickly to the parking lot.
As soon as he approached the cyan SUV, Carl couldn't help but frown slightly. He found several bullet holes in the back of the car.
It looks like Sean and his men had a firefight with someone.
After parking the car, the door was immediately opened. Sean quickly walked out of the driver's seat and said quickly after seeing Carl.
"Karl, go get Herschel ready for surgery!"
"What?" Carl was stunned. "Who was shot?"
"Fuck, they're all injured, but Glenn's injury is pretty serious."
Carl was startled and ran towards Hershel's building without asking any more questions.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
This time, Carl knocked on the door with an especially rapid rhythm.
"What's wrong, Carl? Why are you in such a hurry?" It was Beth who opened the door.
Carl said quickly, "Herschel is there, I need him, someone was shot and needs surgery."
"Oh, Shit, what's going on?" Beth also became anxious, "Come in quickly."
"Father! Father!" Beth shouted directly into the house.
"What's wrong?" Hershel frowned slightly and walked out from the inner room.
Beth looked at Carl, who quickly said, "Glenn was shot and needs surgery, Hershel, I need your help!"
"What's going on?" Hershel quickened his pace and walked out, "Is it serious? Can you still move?"
"I don't know this. I came here just after they came back. If possible, I'd like to ask you to come with me to take a look."
Karl spoke very quickly, although he was very anxious now, but Karl was not panicked.
"Of course!" Hershel turned to Beth and ordered, "Beth, ask Patricia to get all my tools. I'll go take a look first."
"Okay." Beth agreed.
After giving the order, Hershel followed Carl and hurried towards the car. Just after taking a few steps, Sean drove the car directly in front of Carl and Hershel.
The car door opened, Sean got out, and said quickly to Hershel, "Glenn was shot in the abdomen. It looks serious. He needs surgery as soon as possible."
Hershel nodded, "Where is the person? I need to check first."
The passenger door was also opened and Daryl got out. He opened the back door and saw Glenn half lying on the seat with a large piece of clothing wrapped around his abdomen.
Moore was also sitting in the back seat, with Glenn's head resting on Moore's lap.
"Stop barking, you son of a bitch. If you keep barking I'll start to bark too. Also, you're pressing on my wound."
Moore's mouth is still mumbling.
It looked like Moore was also injured, but not as seriously as Glenn.
Moore saw Hershel and smiled, "Damn it, come and see, Uncle Moore is almost killed by him, I am not scolding you."
Hershel ignored the distracted Moore, half-leaned into the car, and began to untie the clothes wrapped around Glenn.
Glenn kept struggling, groaning unconsciously, and his voice became a little hoarse. It seemed that he screamed a lot.
As Glenn struggled, Hershel couldn't even untie the clothes, so Hershel had to ask for help.
"Sean, help me hold him down, Daryl, Maul, you help too, get out of the car first and let Glenn lie down."
Moore was very dissatisfied and said, "Hey, I'm injured too."
"Stop talking nonsense." Daryl helped More out of the car, then asked More to stand on the ground while he and Sean held Glenn down.
Karl looked at several people busying around, his expression was very heavy and his thoughts were very messy.
"You little brat, are you scared?"
Moore actually walked towards Carl with the bicycle and looked at him with a smile.
Carl shook his head, put aside his thoughts and looked at Moore. There was an obvious bloody hole on his left thigh. Fortunately, Moore could smile.
Carl walked closer to Moore and asked in a low voice, "What happened? How come even you are injured?"
Moore leaned against the front of the car, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long puff. "What else could have happened? It's just that we ran into a bunch of bastards."
"how many people?"
Carl frowned. It didn't matter that Glenn was injured, after all, Glenn hadn't grown up yet, but Moore was a ruthless man from beginning to end.
Those people who could have injured Moore must be no simple people.
Moore blew out a smoke ring and cursed, "A bunch of sons of bitches, they just relied on their numbers, about a dozen or so, it was mainly because they came too suddenly.
We were negotiating, and there was this bastard, his whole family was bastardized, and he actually shot them. Shit, I'm so angry just talking about it."
"What happened next? Were you trapped? What about those men? Did you escape or kill them?"
"That's about right. The enemies died a little bit, and they retreated knowing that we are not easy to deal with. But I still shot that bastard in the head."
Moore frowned, and although he forced a smile, it was obvious that the wound was still very painful.
Karl raised his eyebrows slightly, "How about I take a look at your wound?"
"Damn it, can you treat wounds?"
"I learned a little bit recently." Carl nodded. "Is the bullet in the flesh?"
"Oh, he must be there, otherwise why would Mr. Moore look like he has a toothache?"
"This..." If the bullet was inside, Carl wouldn't dare to mess around.
"It's not a good situation."
Hershel finally saw Glenn's wound at this time.
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