There was some silence.
Yes, a moment of silence, a moment of silence.
Only silence can express mourning.
Carl walked forward, nodded slightly to Sean and the others, and opened the bag containing the weapons.
They were all pistols, and there were a couple of rifles, but they were just in case.
Carl expected that
A barn has a door that is only that big, and if several people shoot at the same time, a pistol should be enough to solve the problem.
After all, this is reality, not a TV series, and it is impossible for a "Governor's zombie" to appear.
Well, "The Governor's Walking Dead" is about the same as "Schrödinger's Cat".
They all fall within the scope of concepts. Simply put, they are outrageous and beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
In the original drama, dozens of zombies emerged from an iron box that was about 4×2×2 in length, width and height.
Of course, that was probably for the show effect, and it is unlikely to happen now.
He picked up two pistols and several magazines, and walked in front of Hershel and his group, or to be more precise, in front of Jimmy and Otis.
He handed over the pistol, "You need to get involved."
"This..." Jimmy was inexplicably excited and hesitant, so he looked at Hershel.
Hershel nodded, and Jimmy quickly took the pistol.
Otis sighed and took the pistol.
Jimmy and Otis came to Sean and the other three, who were about twenty meters away from the barn.
The others were some distance behind the six.
Carl walked forward, nodded to Sean, and returned to the group of people "watching the ceremony" at the back.
Six people are enough. It doesn't matter whether Carl joins or not. It won't help Carl grow in any way.
What Carl should pay more attention to is the condition of Hershel's family, especially Beth.
Carl walked over to Beth and whispered, "I'm sorry, but you have to watch."
Maggie supported Beth, who covered her face, ignoring Carl and sobbing quietly.
"Oh, you can't stand it before it even starts? You're such a weakling." Carl chuckled.
"Carl!" Maggie glared at Carl with dissatisfaction for the first time.
Beth still said nothing.
Carl didn't care, but shouted to Sean who had already reached the barn door, "What are you waiting for!"
This time, Sean had the key and didn't need to use any violence. He removed the iron lock, lifted the bolt, pushed open the door, and then Sean immediately stepped back.
The men holding guns immediately raised their guns and aimed.
Perhaps because the noise Sean made when he opened the door was not loud, no zombies came out immediately.
"Huh~" Moore whistled.
"Uh uh uh..."
Finally, the roars of zombies could be heard faintly; they were about to come out.
Or,
The "protagonist" is about to appear.
The protagonist of this unusual funeral.
A zombie wearing overalls came out first.
"Bang!"
The first one to pull the trigger was Jimmy, but he missed. Perhaps that was not Jimmy's intention, he was just too nervous.
But this also caused dissatisfaction among the "protagonists".
"Uh uh uh..."
The roar became more frenzied, and zombies came in one after another.
"Bang!" Sean fired a shot, and the zombie in the front fell down.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Then, Maul, Daryl, T-boy, and finally Otis, the zombies fell one by one.
The gunshots continued and the roaring did not stop.
Hershel stared blankly in the direction of the barn. Maggie and Patricia were watching.
Beth finally raised her head.
"Bang!"
A zombie in a white gauze dress fell down.
"No!" Beth cried out.
Hershel was still staring blankly, but tears were already dripping down his cheeks to the ground.
Maggie held Beth's arm tightly, but she was also in tears.
Watching his mother being shot, watching her leave him for the second time, forever.
Carl thought he would not be affected too much, but Carl found out that he was wrong.
Human beings are emotional animals, and their joys and sorrows may not be the same.
But in the same environment, emotions can be easily affected as long as you are not a bystander.
Especially at this time, Carl was particularly easy to get into Beth's emotions.
Carl walked over to Beth and held her right hand. Beth tried to break free, but Carl held it tightly.
Carl is not as strong as Beth now. If Beth insists on breaking free, Carl thinks he will not be able to hold her.
But Carl still tried his best to hold it.
Well, she didn't break free. Was it because Beth didn't use all her strength or was it because she was not in good condition?
At least Carl would feel that Beth was not so decisive.
"Beth, you can cry, but after crying, you have to move on with your life. You have to learn to be strong."
"She's my mother!" Beth yelled at Carl.
Beth wanted to run, to run back to her room, lock the door, stop looking, be alone, and cry bitterly.
But she couldn't do it because her left and right hands were held by Maggie and Beth respectively.
Even if she tried to cover her face, she couldn't, so Beth squatted down.
Carl also let go of Beth's hand.
Carl held her hand because he was afraid that Beth would do something stupid. As long as Beth did not leave his sight, Carl could let go.
Maggie also relaxed, because she could no longer hold on, but she had to hold on. As a sister, she couldn't collapse in front of Beth.
Carl squatted down beside Beth, who put her arms on her knees and cried bitterly.
Carl just looked at Beth. Carl knew that persuasion would not work at this moment.
At least my own persuasion is ineffective, but if Hershel came to persuade me, it might be useful.
But now Hershel is unable to take care of himself.
The gunfire stopped. There were still a lot of zombies, but not too many.
Six people, four or five of whom were skilled marksmen, drove away the zombies that poured out of a door that was only more than two meters wide.
It's not a continuous flow, and it doesn't pose any threat or accident.
No one needs to say anything about what happens next, as Carl has already explained it before.
Those who should be buried should be buried, and those who should be burned should be burned.
But before that, someone needs to identify the body.
This job fell to Otis, because he was the old man on the farm and he was the one who brought these zombies in.
Otis can recognize who are relatives, who are more important, and who are less important.
One by one, the bodies were dragged to the pit that had been prepared yesterday afternoon.
Since it's a funeral, preparations must be made well. This was dug out yesterday after Sean and the others came back.
The bodies that should be put in were put in, and Sean was still the one who buried the first shovel of soil until the bodies were completely submerged.
Sean handed the shovel to Hershel, who filled in the last shovelful of dirt.
A group of people stood in front of the tomb.
Without a priest, perhaps someone should take over.
So Carl stepped forward and whispered a very brief eulogy.
"May your souls rest in everlasting peace, in that eternal, bright, and happy place, among the fellowship of saints in heaven.
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