"May I have your name?"
The more Carl looked at the man in front of him, the more he felt that he had some impression of him, but it seemed that this impression was not in prison, not from the first perspective, but from the third perspective.
He doesn't look very old, probably in his twenties, with a little flesh on his cheeks, just a little fat, but his facial features are quite three-dimensional.
"Zach, my name is Zaka, I know you, your name is Carl." Zach shrugged and suppressed the anger on his face. He didn't want to irritate Carl.
"Carl, maybe you could put the gun down. If it goes off accidentally, none of us want to see that happen."
"Zach?" Carl muttered, remembering.
"Yes, that's right. It's Zach Engel, not the skinny kid from the Elm family. Who knows if I'll have the same name as him? Maybe I should ask him to change his name so that we can distinguish him more easily. Don't you think so?"
Zack smiled and spoke in a tone as relaxed as possible, trying to make Carl relax as well.
Carl didn't respond. There were two Zaches in prison. Now he remembered everything. The name "Zach" seemed to be mentioned in Beth's notes. It seemed that this was Engel.
There was a subtle change in the depths of Carl's eyes as he looked at Zack.
Seeing that Carl didn't respond, Zach continued, "Carl, I'm here to see you. We are all worried about you."
"Did Michonne tell you why I left?" Carl asked suddenly.
Zach was slightly stunned, then immediately shook his head, "No, I didn't say that. Although I asked, it was obvious that time was running out."
"Squeak~"
Carl subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from. It was the horse tied to the gate, the one Zack rode.
At the same time, Zack's eyes narrowed and he quickly rushed towards Carl. Being pointed at with a gun was not a good experience. No matter what, he had to unload the gun first.
Carl did turn his head and his gaze shifted, but Zack overlooked one thing: the Glock in Carl's hand was still pointed towards him.
Carl heard the noise and had expected it, so he didn't hesitate or even turn his head, he just moved his fingers.
"Bang!"
The bullet flew out of the gun and hit Zack instantly.
Carl turned around at this time and tilted his head to look at Zach, "I said, I won't hesitate."
At this time, Zack was already lying on the ground, with blood staining his abdomen. He raised his upper body with difficulty and looked at Carl in disbelief.
He never expected that Carl would actually shoot. The severe pain in his abdomen and the blood that could not be covered by his hands frightened Zack. He stretched out his right hand tremblingly, with pleading in his eyes.
"Please, please... help me..."
Carl took a few steps forward, but still kept a distance of about two meters to prevent Zack from suddenly attacking.
The bullet hit the abdomen. Judging from the position where Zack was holding his hand, it should be the lower left side, and it is very likely to have hit the intestine or kidney.
If it was the intestines, it would be fine, but if it was the kidneys, the person would definitely die, at least given the conditions here.
"I'll help you, Zack, but before that, can you answer some questions for me?" Carl smiled.
"Please, please, save me..."
The blood couldn't be stopped, the pain had gradually disappeared, and his limbs were weak. Zack seemed to feel the slipping away of his life in a trance.
"Zach, answer my question." Carl frowned slightly.
"Please, please…"
Carl curled his lips helplessly, put the Glock back into the holster, walked around Zack, and took out a vest from the pickup truck. It was obviously Moore's and still smelled of sweat.
He took the remaining half bottle of whiskey and walked to Zack. Facing Zack's pleading, Carl's face remained calm. He opened the whiskey and poured some on the wound on his hand first.
Then he poured all the rest directly onto the wound on Zack's abdomen.
"Ahhhh!"
Zack instinctively let out a huge thumping sound, his body began to tremble violently, and his left hand almost subconsciously reached out to Carl, but was kicked away by Carl.
Then Carl threw the vest on Zach, "If you don't want to die, seal the wound yourself. You need to stop the bleeding. It's very simple. Just seal it tightly."
Perhaps it was the intense stimulation of the alcohol that made Zack regain some of his sanity, and he quickly pressed the vest firmly against his wound.
Carl asked calmly, "Now answer some of my questions. You shouldn't be the only one looking for me, right? Where are the others? How far away are they from you?"
"Carl, help me, take me back to prison quickly, help me to the car, Hershel can save me, Carl, help me..."
The desire for life even made Zack selectively forget that it was Carl who fired the shot. There was only pleading in his eyes.
But Carl knew very well that now it was only the desire to live that overwhelmed the hatred. Once Zack recovered, the seeds of hatred would take root and sprout.
"Answer my question." Carl was still calm, without any mercy.
"Carl, I..." Zack didn't know whether it was because of fear or pain, but his tears had already flowed uncontrollably.
"Answer my questions first, and once I'm satisfied, I'll take you back for treatment and you'll be fine. Or, I'll just end your suffering right now."
Carl took out the Glock and hit Zack's head hard, knocking Zack's raised head down.
"Karl…you!"
"If you still think I won't shoot, you can continue talking nonsense." Carl said calmly, keeping an eye on his surroundings.
We have to hurry. This guy is shouting and bleeding profusely. Whether it's a zombie or the others who are looking for us, they may be attracted here.
"You swear, take me back and treat me if I say so." Zack looked at Carl pleadingly and grabbed Carl's shoe with his left hand.
Karl nodded and said calmly, "I swear, as long as you don't use any deceptive words to me."
"Okay, you need to ask quickly. I feel like my internal organs are injured and it hurts a lot. I don't think I can hold on for much longer. Perhaps we can walk back while I answer your questions."
As Zack spoke, there was some blood and saliva at the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to be having difficulty speaking, especially after he spoke such a long paragraph, his breathing became a little rapid.
Karl ignored his subsequent request and asked, "Besides you, who else is looking for me? Where are they? Have you informed them of my location?"
"Michonne, Maul, James, and me. There are only four of us. The others have gone back with the horses."
"Yeah." Karl nodded. Unlike a lie, Karl continued to ask, "What about the others? How long have you been separated? Why are you in contact like this? Have you informed them?"
"We've been separated for a long time. We separated at the first fork in the road. We have no means of contact. We just agreed to meet at the gas station at twelve o'clock, whether we found you or not."
"You're lying." Carl stepped on the wound on Zack's abdomen with an expressionless face. With the vest covering it, he didn't have to worry about getting his shoes dirty.
"Ahhh, I didn't."
"Say it again."
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