The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

The door wasn't closed; it swayed in the wind and bumped into a foot—it was clearly the foot of a fallen corpse.

Caesar could still vaguely see several figures moving around in a house; without a doubt, Caesar knew they were zombies.

"Boss, did you see that?"

Rip's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and Caesar could hear the seriousness in his tone.

Before Caesar could even speak, he heard Tite's incomprehensible accent.

"Hey boss, it seems like most of the people on that ranch are dead. We can't see anyone there at all."

"How about we take over this ranch?"

Tite's idea was constructive and naive, instantly easing the somber atmosphere in the car.

Caesar couldn't help but chuckle and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Tite, if you want to be a ranch owner, this ranch is yours. We'll clear it out for you."

"Haha, boss, I think I'd be better off working for you."

The speed increased again, and with a press of the accelerator, we arrived directly at the Bison Pass.

The Buffalo Pass was flanked by gray, rocky cliffs. Caesar looked up and thought, "Hmm, if someone were lying in ambush up there, they could definitely kill a lot of enemies."

The Bison Pass was completely unobstructed; a gravel path led out from there.

Caesar got out of the car and looked around.

The surrounding area is covered with various grasses, trees and shrubs, and tall oak trees line both sides, stretching up the mountain.

Behind them was an empty space, and the only undulating thing they could see was the few buildings of the ranch.

Rip walked over, took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. "There's nothing here to block the Bison Pass."

"Yes. It's too empty!"

Caesar hadn't expected that there was nothing around Buffalo Pass.

Currently, the most convenient and quickest way is to use large vehicles to block the Bison Pass. Or, like Woodbury, to use shipping containers.

Once you have control of the entire valley, you can gradually improve the Bison Pass.

After thinking it over, Caesar stated his idea directly, "Do you have any better ideas?"

The three agreed with Caesar's idea and had no objections.

After getting in the truck, it continued forward and sped out of Black Pine Valley.

Black Pine Valley is connected to Highway 85, and the surrounding area is mostly farms and ranches.

Naturally, the area is sparsely populated with a very low population density. When the broadcast reminded people, not many people left the ranch; instead, they stayed on their own small plot of land.

Just like Herschel.

Once on the highway, the pickup truck unleashed its full speed and sped past.

Atlanta.

After the bombing, many high-rise buildings collapsed and crumbled, leaving behind ruins and blackened buildings after the fire.

Rick rode a yellow horse, carrying a heavy gun holster. His face, beneath his county sheriff's hat, was handsome and refined. He frowned, and his blue eyes gleamed with unease.

After a moment's hesitation, Rick gently squeezed the yellow horse's belly, urging it forward.

The yellow horse's tail swished, a tactile movement that kept the keen animal from getting agitated.

As they entered the city, the horse's tail swung more and more wildly, and the yellow horse trotted forward restlessly.

Rick, on horseback, gazed at the desolate post-apocalyptic landscape and was overwhelmed with complex emotions.

Rumble rumble—

Rick looked up sharply and saw a helicopter reflected in the glass facade of a building.

The helicopter flashed by, and Rick's eyes lit up with boundless hope as he quickly spurred the yellow horse on.

"Giddy up, hurry and follow!"

With Rick on his back, the yellow horse immediately sped up to full speed.

On the wide road, the crisp sound of horses' hooves awakened the sleeping zombies.

The zombies opened their murky eyes and stood up to search for prey.

Rick's attention was entirely focused on the helicopter in the air, and he was completely unaware that the number of zombies behind him was increasing, and that they had even blocked the road in twos and threes.

The commotion attracted not only the attention of the zombies, but also Glenn, who was searching for a way to survive on the high-rise building.

Squinting, Glenn went over to find it.

"Holy crap, is this some kind of cop parachuted into Atlanta?"

Glenn couldn't believe that Rick was so determined to kill him, determined to destroy him.

At that moment, Rick also saw the dense horde of corpses standing on the road ahead. They all turned around in unison, their eyes fixed on Rick.

Rick felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stand on end. He pulled on the reins and turned his horse around.

Huang Ma seized the opportunity to accelerate and surge forward.

Kirk hadn't gone far when he ran into a horde of zombies coming from behind.

Rick couldn't stop in time, and the yellow horse crashed into several zombies, who were immediately sent flying backward, with multiple bone fragments scattered across their bodies.

The yellow horse could no longer tolerate Rick. It neighed, reared up, overturned Rick, and charged in one direction.

Rick landed on the back of his head, and the world began to turn upside down in his eyes. He staggered to his feet, and the walkers were already right in front of him.

Rick could clearly feel the filthy claws reaching towards his abdomen, but no matter how hard he tried to move his body, it wouldn't respond, and he could barely stand.

Fear gripped Rick's heart.

Glenn, standing on the high-rise building, turned his back and squatted down. He knew that the man was beyond saving.

At that moment, a loud explosion echoed throughout the entire street.

The shockwave instantly knocked Rick over, who curled up on the ground, the world spinning before his eyes.

The surrounding zombies were also overturned. After falling to the ground, the zombies struggled to their feet and rushed towards the source of the commotion.

Glenn was startled by the loud noise, released his arms from his head, and straightened up to look.

"Hahahaha, prepare to die, you bunch of sons of bitches!"

With her pink hair flying, Tina dropped the rocket launcher, picked up two submachine guns from the ground, and began firing at the horde of corpses in front of her.

She was a good shot, accurately hitting the walker's brain.

They fell down row by row, like wheat in autumn, their lives extinguished.

The stupidity of the walking dead lies in their fearlessness of death, constantly rushing forward to their deaths.

Tina's face flushed red, her body trembled slightly with excitement, and she unleashed a torrent of bullets with wild laughter.

After shooting two rounds, put them down and pick up two more.

In an instant, the powerful firepower even pushed the death line back by more than a dozen body lengths.

Rick lay on the ground, his ringing ears finally starting to clear, but then he heard the hoarse screams of a woman and the gunfire from the battlefield.

Rick gave a bitter laugh: "Am I in heaven? Why are there crazy women here?"

Having lost the attention of the walkers, Rick even began to reflect on his own life.

"hiss--"

Rick frowned and looked over. "Fuck, how come there are walkers in Heaven?"

A zombie missing its lower body wasn't drawn to the gunshot; its attention was entirely on Rick. It crawled forward using its two hands.

He stared intently at Rick, determined to tear two pieces of flesh from him.

Rick looked back and forth; even though he was already dead, he didn't want to be eaten by the walkers.

Looking around, Rick discovered that his gun bag was lying not far away, and his gun had also fallen off.

The Colt python has also disappeared without a trace.

Closer and closer, Rick could even see half of the walker's gaping mouth; it couldn't wait any longer.

Rick was completely oblivious to the growing roar of the engine, preoccupied with a single thought.

Can a person die again after they die?

pat-

Suddenly, the half-dead zombie head in front of him exploded like a watermelon, splattering out fragments of flesh and brain matter, covering Rick completely.

The stench was so strong it hit Rick's nostrils, instantly reminding him that he was still alive.

Tread-

In Rick's field of vision, there was a pair of cowboy boots, above which were jeans, and above that, a tall Asian man with black hair and black eyes.

He's still a cowboy.

Caesar frowned and lightly nudged Rick: "Are you still awake?"

Rick shook his head and said seriously, "I think I have a concussion."

Caesar didn't say anything, but bent down, picked up Rick, and shoved him into the back seat.