Chapter 13 The Prophet Must Die
Glenn, Moore and Jim were moving at their fastest speed, but they were still slower than the zombies.
Jim refused to cooperate at all and remained silent. In the back, the group of zombies had already appeared in the sight of Moore and Glenn.
"Shit, you bastard." Moore shook off Jim's arm, and the sudden shift in gravity caused Jim to fall to the ground with Glenn.
Glenn said dissatisfiedly, "Moir, what are you doing!"
"I have to wake him up, slap!" Moore slapped Jim in the face, "Don't have a seizure at this time, slap!"
Another slap was given to him, and Glenn quickly got up and grabbed Moore, "What are you doing?"
Moore pushed Glenn away and said, "What am I doing? The zombies are coming soon. No one of us can escape with them! He's not a cripple and needs me to carry him. Bang!"
As he spoke, he slapped Jim on the face again. After only three slaps, Jim's face became red and swollen. Moore glanced at the group of zombies not far away and said quickly:
"Listen, Jim, I'm not your father. I have no obligation to die for you. Now, the zombies are coming soon. Do you choose to continue pretending to be crazy and waiting to die here, or come with us!"
Not sure if it was More's slap that worked, or what More said, but Jim shook his head vigorously, and his eyes finally regained some clarity.
Glenn quickly went to help Jim up. This time Jim took Glenn's hand and stood up. Glenn asked happily, "Are you okay, Jim?"
Jim shook his head, still looking a little dazed, "I don't know, my head hurts."
"Stop talking, let's go, the zombies are coming!" Moore had already taken out his pistol.
Moore was guarding the surroundings with a pistol in his hand, while Glenn supported Jim and walked towards the camp. Although Jim had regained consciousness now, he was still weak all over. However, with his cooperation, his speed was much faster.
"What a fucking shit. Today is such a hell. Can't you just give me a break?" Moore cursed unhappily.
"Hurry up, the zombies are catching up." Moore couldn't help but urge Glenn and Jim behind him.
The speed of the zombies is not that fast, it is just equivalent to the speed of an adult walking fast, but the really scary thing is that the zombies do not know how to get tired.
They will always follow you at this not-too-fast speed. You can either get rid of them or be exhausted by them and die in their mouths.
"Hurry up! Hurry up if you don't want to die."
"I want to hurry up, but..." Glenn was helpless. How could he hurry up with Jim? "Come and help me, don't just stand there and make fun of me."
"Shit, Korean guy, I'm on guard, do you understand? I'm crawling slowly with him with my head down like you, and I don't even know when my butt is bitten."
Glenn glared at Moore unhappily, and without saying anything else, he stroked Jim and quickened his pace.
"Bang!" Moore fired a shot, killing the nearest zombie. "Bang!" Another shot, and the two fallen corpses tripped up many zombies.
The zombies behind were tripped by the zombies that had fallen, and the speed of the zombie group suddenly slowed down a lot.
Moore smiled proudly and said, "Korean guy, see, this is the role of Uncle Moore. Without Uncle Moore, your butt would have been bitten long ago."
Glenn had no time to deal with Moore. Jim's body was getting heavier and heavier. The aftereffects of Jim's overexertion began to show, and he felt increasingly weak.
"Be careful!" Moore suddenly shouted, pointing the gun at Glenn, "Bang! Bang!"
A few zombies suddenly jumped out from the bushes nearby. Moore reacted quickly and shot two of them in the head instantly.
But there were more than two zombies that rushed out. Two of the remaining three zombies knocked down Jim, and one knocked down Glenn.
Glenn was pinned to the ground and he held the zombie's neck tightly with his hands to prevent it from biting him. But he couldn't hold on for long in this position. Besides, Glenn would get tired, but the zombie wouldn't.
"Bang!" With a gunshot, the zombie that pounced on Glenn had its head blown up. Dirty blood and brain matter flowed all over Glenn's body, and the zombie's body fell directly on Glenn.
Moore took two quick steps forward, grabbed Glenn by the collar and dragged him out, "You damn Korean guy, you owe me one, get up here now."
Glenn casually wiped the blood with his clothes and quickly got up. "Thank you, I owe you."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go, the zombies are coming." Moore pulled Glenn and ran towards the camp.
"Where's Jim?" Glenn asked hurriedly. It must be said that Glenn was indeed kind. He had just escaped from a life-and-death situation, and the first thing he thought of was the safety of others.
"It's too late to save him. The damn zombies bit him when they pounced on him. Go quickly, don't let Mr. Moore save you in vain."
Glenn looked back and saw that Jim had been surrounded by a group of zombies. Apart from the occasional splatter of blood, there was no sign of Jim at all.
Glenn did not hesitate and followed Moore running at full speed towards the camp. Without the burden, the two strong men ran very fast and soon returned to the camp.
Just at this time, Moore and Glenn met Sean and Lori who had just come out of the tent.
Sean saw that there were only Moore and Glenn, and with the blood on Glenn's body, he knew what was going on. Sean didn't waste any words and said directly, "Hurry up and get in the RV."
Moore asked hurriedly, "Where's my brother?"
"I didn't see him. He might be in the RV." Sean said uncertainly. Then he turned his head and whispered to Lori, "You go to the RV first and let Dale be ready to leave at any time."
"Bullshit," Moore cursed. "My brother will not get in that RV."
"Why are you still here? Come with me." Lori grabbed Sean's hand.
At this moment, the RV started. Sean and the others were shocked. Humanity is worthless in the end times. In an instant, they thought of a possibility that they were abandoned.
And Lori's reaction was to become excited instantly, and she grabbed Sean's hand tightly, "Sean, Carl, Carl is still in the RV, he is alone."
Sean frowned, not knowing what to say. What could he do now? Without the RV, it was even a question whether he could take Lori and escape.
At this time, Glenn, who was paying attention to the situation behind the camp, said hurriedly, "Zombies, zombies are coming!"
Dense zombies poured into the camp like a torrent. The wires stretched beside the camp were torn off and the tents were knocked down one after another.
Several people were filled with despair, but at this moment a shrill voice rang out.
"drop!"
Suddenly, the RV stopped at the intersection again and started honking its horn, as if urging the people to hurry up.
This time Sean didn't hesitate and directly pulled Lori towards the RV. Glenn was also about to run towards the RV, but when he saw Moore standing still, he couldn't help but urge him, "Morr, hurry up, why are you standing there?"
"Go ahead, I'll wait for my brother." Moore waved his hand nonchalantly, as if the zombies only a few dozen meters away from him did not exist.
Asshole More, there are times when he's not so much of an asshole.
Maybe God was touched by the fact that the bastard More was not an asshole, and a smaller but sharper whistle sounded.
Daryl rushed out of the woods on a modified motorcycle. Mor laughed arrogantly. Seeing that Glenn, the idiot, had not left yet, Mor slapped Glenn on the butt:
"Korean boy, why aren't you leaving yet? My brother is here to pick me up."
Glenn finally reacted and quickly ran towards the RV.
Moore laughed arrogantly, "Brother, you are really slow."
"Can you hide that shitty 'family bucket' of yours a little better?" Daryl stopped beside More on his motorcycle without turning off the engine.
Moore got on the back seat, shot a zombie in the head with his backhand, and shouted, "Charge, charge, charge!"
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