The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Carol smiled and said, "Thank you, I understand."

With that, Carol picked up her machete and charged at the other walkers.

"what!"

The crowd behind, who were brandishing their weapons, then rushed forward, their faces flushed with excitement.

T-boy glanced at them and cursed.

"idiot!"

Charging forward while yelling like that won't be efficient in killing; it will only deplete your own energy and may even attract the attention of other walkers, potentially leading to a situation where several walkers surround and attack you.

With so many people, T-boy and his two teammates couldn't keep up.

"Go up and help!"

Caesar strode forward and gave orders to the others.

The combatants swarmed in, instantly dividing the battlefield into several small sections. They could support each other, guard the crowd, and fight the walkers.

Daryl, holding a crossbow, also fired several arrows, saving the lives of several people.

The group of people were tackled to the ground by the zombies. They screamed, cursed, and cried incessantly. After lying there for a while, they realized that the zombies above them had stopped moving.

Only then did they realize that there was a crossbow bolt stuck in the zombie's head, and their faces immediately turned red with embarrassment.

Caesar casually grabbed a zombie and tossed it into a nearby area where there were fewer zombies.

The walkers, like little chicks, clung to the bomb suits without leaving a trace, baring their fangs and claws.

Caesar turned his head and saw the Andrea sisters.

Andrea, focused and splattered with black blood, lunged forward and chopped off the head of a zombie.

The zombie's head rolled on the ground. Seeing this, Amy crouched down and inserted the tip of her knife into the zombie's brain.

However, when she tried to pull out the machete, she found that she couldn't remove the zombie's head.

Amy suppressed her nausea, pressing down on the zombie's head with one hand and pulling out her cleaver with the other.

Andrea didn't step forward to help, but looked at her sister with a furrowed brow: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine!"

Amy knew she was gentle and not as strong as her sister, but she didn't want to hold her sister back.

Amy's face was a little pale, but she still smiled weakly: "Oh, it's nothing."

Andrea could only nod.

"Next one, my turn."

After Andrea killed two more walkers, Amy suggested.

As per Caesar's orders, everyone must have the ability to hunt zombies. Amy felt that, as the boss's secretary, she should strictly carry out any orders from the boss.

Andrea hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Holding a machete, she stood two meters away from Amy, ready to protect her at any moment.

Amy took two deep breaths, looked at the walker who had been released, her heart began to pound, and her limbs went weak.

As the walkers drew closer, Andrea's heart pounded. She wanted to urge Amy to act quickly, but she was afraid of distracting Amy.

Amy took two steps back, then sprinted forward, mimicking her sister's attack.

Amy aimed her knife at the walker's profile, but the next moment, the walker tilted its head, and the blade grazed its neck.

As black blood splattered, Amy could clearly see the zombie's horrifying face, its foul-smelling mouth wide open, lunging at her.

Amy had no time to turn to the side or dodge, and could only watch helplessly as she crashed into the walker.

"Amy!" Andrea screamed, rushing forward.

Amy could hear her shouts clearly.

Before Amy could feel the pain, the walker was lifted up like a helpless child and thrown aside.

Instead, it was Caesar's imposing figure.

"Next time, aim carefully before attacking, use seven-tenths of your strength, and hold back three-tenths."

After saying this, Caesar turned and left without looking back, heading back to his post.

"Amy, Amy." Andrea came to Amy, hugged her, and checked her condition.

After confirming that everything was alright, Andrea noticed that Amy was still in a daze, so she quickly shook her body. "Amy, are you alright?"

Amy snapped out of her daze, a blush spreading across her face. "I'm fine."

"You... be careful." Seeing Amy's absent-minded appearance, Andrea thought that the zombies had frightened Amy, and wanted to scold her, but couldn't bear to.

"Are you still going to do it? You can take a break."

Seeing Amy stand up, eagerly looking for her next opponent, Andrea asked in confusion.

"Oh, I'm really fine." Amy pulled Andrea up so she could stay by her side.

Actually, Andrea could have saved Amy, but she didn't expect Caesar to appear so quickly.

It seems... well, it's like they've been keeping an eye on Amy.

"Come quick, come quick!" Amy's shout pulled Andrea out of her thoughts and made her walk toward Amy.

Andrea glanced at Caesar and saw that he was watching the other members' battle, occasionally lending a helping hand and pointing out their mistakes.

Yeah, I was overthinking it.

This time, there were no surprises. With Andrea's support, Amy killed three zombies in a row.

The aura of a gentle rabbit suddenly turned fierce and aggressive.

For two consecutive days, everyone in the team was able to easily kill several zombies without shouting or yelling, showing a significant improvement in adaptability.

With the CDC, a highly ironic entity, destroyed, the number of walkers in the surrounding area dwindled. The walkers that appeared the following day were all captured by Caesar and his men from the shops for practice.

There wasn't a single wandering zombie in sight anymore.

Early on the third day, at our temporary residence in Atlanta.

The tents that had been placed on the ground had all been packed up, and the cots, camping chairs, and other items that had been set up on the ground had all been taken away.

The convoy was also arranged in order.

Caesar stood on top of the truck, with Jenner and several other senior team members beside him.

"Time's almost up, should we leave Atlanta quickly?" Jenner asked, glancing at her watch.

Caesar shook his head: "The commotion over the past three days has already attracted all the walkers in Atlanta."

"An explosion will attract the attention of the zombies in the surrounding area, but their movement is scattered and will only last for a short time, so there is no need to worry about these zombies."

Glenn looked at the towering building with its blackened exterior in the distance and asked with some concern, "Was the explosion at the CDC powerful? Did it blow up everything around there?"

"If the explosion hits a power plant or something, wouldn't it cause a chain reaction of explosions?"

In response to Glenn's question, Jenner smiled and shook his head: "The purpose of the CDC's self-destruction was to destroy the viruses stored inside, not to attack any living beings outside."

"Therefore, the explosion will not have a large range, but it will be powerful, generating temperatures and overpressures exceeding 1,000 degrees Celsius, which can destroy almost anything."

"Hey, Pizza Boy." Moore grinned and climbed onto Glenn's shoulder, baring his teeth as he leaned in. "If the pizzas you used to deliver were made with zombie meat, they'd be cooked by now."

"Wait a minute, minced meat will definitely fall from the sky. You can pick it up and deliver the pizzas directly."

Moore described the imagery as very vivid, and Glenn immediately gagged a few times, his face turning pale.

Mohr burst into laughter, and even Daryl, Morales, Guillermo and the others looked rather grim.

Daryl stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Moore's neck, and pulled him back. "Shut up."

Seemingly worried that Moore might speak again, Daryl said fiercely, "If you speak again, I'll shove a cooked zombie Dick into your mouth later."

Moore immediately feigned fear, raising his hands high: "I can eat it!"

"Depend on!!!"

"Hahahaha!" Mo's hoarse laughter echoed in the air.

"They're here!"

Jenner, who had been looking at his watch, suddenly spoke up.

On the bright horizon, it seemed as if a new sun had risen.