Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

"Ed."

Sean stopped in front of Edward, looking down at him and questioning him with a hint of anger in his voice:

"Do you really want to challenge me?"

"..."

Edward's gaze met his. The firelight cast a reddish glow on Sean's face, and he inexplicably felt a pressure, muttering a reply:

"All right……"

"...put out the fire."

Ed, no longer daring to meet Sean's gaze, turned and ordered his wife Carol to turn off the engine.

Seeing that she was still sitting there blankly, he glared at her and scolded her in a stronger tone:

"hurry up!"

[You stupid woman, do you want to see your man get beaten up?]

Carol was startled by the shout and involuntarily flinched. After realizing what had happened, she quickly got up and frantically picked out the firewood that Ed had just added from the fire, instantly reducing the flames.

The piece of firewood that had been moved outside was still burning, almost igniting the weeds nearby.

"...God."

Sean quickly went over and stomped out the flames on the firewood with a few kicks.

Then Sean walked to the fire, squatted down, looked at Carol and her daughter opposite him, and asked in a gentler tone:

"Carol, Sophia, how was your evening?"

"It's okay, we can do it."

"it is good."

"I'm so sorry about the fire..."

Carol glanced at her husband across the table and saw that he was still glaring at her. Although she was a little scared, she still apologized to Sean.

"Don't say that, there's no need to apologize."

Sean comforted her, knowing that Carol had always been submissive to Ed and had no say in anything.

"Have a good rest tonight."

"Thank you."

……

Sean stood up and left. As he passed Edward, he said in a cold tone:

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"..."

Feeling deeply humiliated, Edward was naturally angry but dared not speak out.

His gaze shifted, and he glared hatefully at Carol beside him.

Carol knew he was upset, so she quickly lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.

......

This reaffirmation of his leadership position in the camp greatly improved Sean's mood.

He walked back to Rick's campfire and sat down.

"Have you thought about how to talk to Daryl Dixon?"

Dale looked at Sean and said worriedly:

"He would definitely be unhappy if he knew his brother had been abandoned."

Sean is now considered the leader of the camp, so he should come up with a plan for this.

"..."

Sean had never thought about this matter; if Dale hadn't brought it up, he would have forgotten about Moore altogether.

He already has enough on his mind today, so he has no energy left to think about anything else.

“I’ll tell him that I’m the one who dropped the key, and I’ll take responsibility for it.”

T, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Rick's sense of justice wouldn't allow him to stand idly by, so he took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility. He said to T-boy:

“I handcuffed him, so it’s my business.”

"Guys, there's nothing to argue about..."

Glenn suddenly interrupted, and seeing that everyone was looking over, he continued:

"I don't want to bring up this kind of issue, but it would be better to say that white people did it."

Glenn agreed with Rick taking responsibility, not because he was biased towards T, but because he was considering the practicalities.

First, he understood the character of the Dixon brothers;

Second Rick is a police officer, and there are reasons why he controls Moore;

Third, Sean will definitely side with Rick. If they join forces, they can completely suppress the Dixon brothers' attack.

As for T-boy, he was a marginal figure in the camp, just like himself, and absolutely could not withstand the attack from the Dixon brothers.

"If someone does something, they should take responsibility for it. I should stay away from him."

T-boy, however, stubbornly insisted.

"We can lie to him..."

Amy suggested that they simply say Moore died from the mouth of the walkers, without blaming anyone in particular.

"It's best to tell the truth. Moore was out of control at that time. We had to take action, or he would kill us."

Andrea immediately rejected her sister's suggestion.

One lie requires countless lies to cover it up, and lies will always be exposed one day. What will happen then? Amy's suggestion is like planting a time bomb in the camp.

Then, seeing that Lori remained silent and seemed distracted, Andrea assumed she was preoccupied with worry about Rick and said to her:

“Your husband has to do this. Moore got himself left behind.”

"...Should we just say that to Daryl?"

Dale shook his head, thinking Andrea was being naive, even less reliable than her sister Amy's suggestion. He looked at Andrea and said:

"I don't think he'll reason with you, what do you think?"

"..."

Andrea was speechless, recalling the Dixon brothers' usual behavior, which left her unable to refute.

Seeing that Andrea had finally understood, Dale turned to the crowd and said:

"I don't need to say more, do I? We'll be busy when his brother comes back from hunting."

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Yes, if the Dixon brothers were that rational, they wouldn't be the Dixon brothers we know.

Rick was the only newcomer, and he didn't have much contact with the Dixon brothers. But judging from Moore's behavior and everyone's reaction, Daryl, who was out hunting, was probably a troublemaker like his brother.

This made Rick's mood heavy. He wasn't worried about himself, but he was afraid that the other party would retaliate against Lori and Carl, which was something he absolutely could not accept.

"I was terrified, so I ran away first, I admit that..."

T-boy said.

He felt that Rick had entrusted him with the handcuff key, but he had lost it, so he was naturally the one most responsible.

"We were all terrified, we all ran away, what are you trying to say?"

Andrea still felt that it was a bit unreasonable to put all the blame on T-boy.

"I locked the door with a chain, and the stairs are very narrow."

Maybe six or seven zombies could squeeze through at once, but that wouldn't be enough to break in; there were chains and padlocks on the door...

T-boy recounted what happened on the rooftop, and seeing everyone staring at him in astonishment, he continued:

"What I'm saying is that Moore is still alive, still up there, handcuffed, and it's our responsibility."

After T finished speaking, he got up and left, clutching his still slightly aching stomach.

"..."

The atmosphere around the campfire became somber again, and everyone shuddered at the thought of Moore's predicament.

Those who came to the city today know how dangerous the situation inside is.

They couldn't even imagine how desperate and helpless Moore must feel, handcuffed to the rooftop right now...

Little did they know, Moore was at the nursing home, drinking and singing, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Because Guillermo was unusually generous today, he brought out beer that they themselves wouldn't normally drink to treat the three of them.

For the sake of the beer, Moore had already become friends with Philip and the others. After getting to know each other well, they started calling each other brothers and regretting that they hadn't met sooner.

As for the misunderstandings and unpleasantness during the day, they have long been forgotten.

......

Because of what happened to Moer, no one had any interest in continuing the conversation, and they all went back to their own tents to rest.

Only Sean volunteered to take the night watch tonight.

At this moment, it started to rain again, and all the lights in the tents went out. Apart from the sound of the rain, the campsite was completely silent.

Sean sat alone under the cloak on the roof of the RV, staring blankly at Rick's family's tent for a long time, lost in thought.

Behind him, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the sky flickering between light and darkness, mirroring his ever-changing mood.

He couldn't sleep that night.

......