"Carl, you've never fired a gun, right?" Sean asked incredulously.
"It had not been opened before, but it has been opened after."
Carl held out his hand. "Sean, do you have any more 9mm bullets? Give me three more. I'll reload them. Add the two spare magazines you gave me, and that'll make fifty-three bullets. There can't be fifty-three people on the other side."
"Carl!" Sean's tone became more serious. "This is not a game. Don't think you are invincible just because you kill a few zombies."
"I never said that. Well, there's only one thing I want to say. We have to take the police station's weapons!"
"That's right! We must take it. Take the son of a bitch, the stinky boy. It suits Mr. Moore's taste."
Sean rubbed his temple helplessly, it really gave him a headache.
"Go on." Moore threw a handful of bullets to Carl. "If you run out, just tell your uncle Moore. Follow your uncle Moore and you will get plenty of bullets."
Carl took the bullets. There were a few bullets left in the car, and Carl picked them up one by one. These things were scarce supplies and could not be wasted.
Unloading the Glock's magazine, there were still four empty spots and one round in the chamber, Carl reloaded it and replaced the magazine.
It seems that it is not fifty-three, but fifty-four.
"Sean, we should act now. No matter what, we have to go and take a look. If things really can't be done, it won't be too late to leave."
"Sheriff, what this brat said is right. We have too few weapons and cannot withstand a large-scale firefight. Are you willing to give up the weapons you have obtained to others?"
Finally, Sean nodded, but still a little worriedly reminded, "Let's take a look at the situation first. Don't do anything rash. If it doesn't work, we will retreat."
"Of course! Hurry up, or you won't be able to drink the soup if you go too late."
Moore picked up the bottle of water and took a sip, then gave the remaining half bottle to Daryl, opened the car door and jumped out.
Everyone started checking their weapons, and got out of the car after confirming they were correct. Carl also followed Moore's example and took a big sip of water before getting out of the car.
The route was the same alley they came from, with Sean in the front, followed by Moore, Daryl, Carl, T-boy, and Glenn.
Carl is in the middle, the safest position.
The group's speed was neither fast nor slow, almost the same as normal full speed walking, so it would not consume too much physical energy.
Except for Carl, who had to jog slightly to avoid slowing down the pace.
The alley is not a straight one, but is interconnected, and there are occasionally back doors in the alley.
The zombies always suddenly appear from behind a door or around a corner. There are not many of them, but the biggest threat posed by the scattered zombies is the unexpected threat.
But with Sean and Moore, the two strongest fighters, leading the way in front, the scattered zombies were nothing more than real corpses.
Not long after, Sean stopped. Although he took a detour, the police station was not far away, and he wouldn't get much further away.
The exit of the alley is in front, and after the exit is a wide road. The police station is just across the road.
The police station is an independent building, surrounded by a circle of barbed wire, and there is almost no other cover around it.
But the barbed wire can directly block people and zombies, but it cannot block bullets. If you go out rashly, you will not only attract zombies, but you may also be shot.
The middle section of the barbed wire, which is also the gate section, is surrounded by a lot of zombies, who are crowded together densely.
The barbed wire has shown obvious deformation and it is obvious that it will not last much longer.
There were also intensive gunshots coming from the police station building, which were caused by the zombies that were already in the police station.
When the disaster occurred, the world was in chaos and many residents living near the police station subconsciously flocked to the police station to seek protection.
But obviously, the police station cannot protect them, and even the police themselves cannot protect themselves.
Among those zombies, there are also some wearing police uniforms.
"What's going on? There are too many damn zombies." Moore cursed.
Carl reminded, "Don't shoot, at least don't shoot before entering the police station. There are more zombies behind that street."
Sean lowered his voice and said, "Let's go around and see if there are any flaws in the barbed wire. If not, we have to create one."
"It's hard to destroy the barbed wire without wire cutters. Dale has some, but unfortunately I didn't bring them with me." Glenn was a little annoyed.
"Who knew we would need that thing? Besides, it's so heavy that it would be a burden to carry with us. Let's go around to the back of the police station and take a look." Carl said.
Sean said, "Okay, everyone, get ready. Let's run to the back of the police station. Don't make too much noise to attract zombies. Carl, follow me closely."
"Don't worry." Carl agreed.
Sean bent down slightly, looked around, and then waved his hand violently.
The group ran out of the alley in an instant. Carl didn't look at the zombies. He had to run as fast as he could to keep up with the others.
Even if others have deliberately slowed down, the gap between adults and children is too big.
Carl's eyes were fixed on the road beneath his feet. He couldn't afford to have any accidents and become a burden to them.
As for the zombies, there are naturally other people observing them.
Sean said, "Some zombies have noticed us, ignore them and keep running!"
Finally, everyone ran diagonally across the road and came to the street behind the police station. The street was very empty, and there were no zombies except some abandoned cars.
There were also some zombies lying on the barbed wire behind the police station, but their number was much smaller, just a few scattered zombies.
The gunshots from this location were much quieter than those from the front of the police station. The people lying on this side were the zombies living nearby.
Sean and Moore took the initiative to step forward, holding daggers, and stabbed them into the heads of the zombies lying on the barbed wire one by one.
Those zombies seemed to be lined up to be killed. Most of their arms were stuck in the barbed wire and they had no power to fight back.
There weren't many zombies on this side, and Morshawn and the other two quickly cleared them all out.
At this moment, two zombies suddenly came from behind the crowd.
The zombies were attracted by the noise of a group of people, but there were more than two of them.
When Sean and his group disappeared from their sight, the other zombies turned back to their starting point, and continued to scratch the barbed wire with their arms and bite it with their teeth.
These two might be in a hurry to reincarnate, so they actually followed us all the way here.
No need to tell anyone, in the end Glenn and T-boy pulled out their knives, one each, and solved the problem easily.
Carl held his knees and breathed heavily. This kid's body is prone to physical exhaustion. It seems that he needs to exercise more when he has the chance in the future.
In this zombie apocalypse, physical strength is very important.
"So, how are we going to get in now? Even zombies can't bite through this damn barbed wire. We can't let Mr. Moore bite it with his teeth."
Moore kicked the barbed wire, which was very complete and had no gaps.
"Hey guys, you have to come over and take a look. Maybe you don't really want to, but this is the only way."
Glenn waved to the crowd from a bush outside a barbed wire fence.
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