The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Caesar narrowed his eyes and said with a cold smile, "You're quite honest."

I haven't even felt the pressure yet, and I've already blurted it out so quickly.

Toby chuckled twice, looked around at the men standing nearby. They were all burly and tall, and their gun-holding postures were very standard. Just by looking at their spirit, you could tell they were no ordinary people.

For the sake of his life, Toby was willing to bend down.

Caesar asked, "Where did your cattle come from?"

Sure enough, Toby had a sudden realization and spoke up.

"We got these things from Green Farm. Heh heh, in this world, you have to be ruthless to survive."

"It just so happens that Randall is very familiar with this area. One of his high school classmates' families own a farm, and the farm should have a lot of food stored, so we came here by chance to take a look, but we didn't expect..."

Toby didn't say anything more; the matter was already clear.

A group of hungry men, not wanting to fight the zombies, naturally turned to their weaker kind for food.

They not only steal food, but they also want women.

Jimmy went to stop them, but they killed people and took the rest away.

Caesar nodded. "The address!"

Toby's eyes darted around. The camp address was their last chance to survive. If they just handed it over like that...

He might die soon.

Before Toby could figure it out, Caesar snapped his fingers.

T-boy behind him withdrew his arm, and Glenn, who had been blocked, rushed out with red eyes and tackled Toby to the ground.

"Eh, Fuck!"

Glenn straddled Toby, raining punches down on Toby's face. Glenn remained silent like a robot, frantically swinging his fists.

Every punch was heavy; Glenn held nothing back, and a heavy fist struck Toby's face.

Instantly, Toby's face swelled up, and a scream and a muffled thud came at the same time.

Dave, lying on the ground, looked at Toby, who was being beaten so badly he could only scream, and closed his eyes in fear.

She would occasionally open her eyes and glance at Glenn, her gaze filled with fear, as if to say: If you hit him, he can't hit me.

The speed of the punches slowed down, Toby stopped screaming, his body went limp, his limbs hung limply, and his face became blurred, almost unrecognizable.

The brow bone, nasal bone, chin, and facial bones are all twisted to varying degrees and have fractured, with blood flowing out.

Toby was breathing weakly.

"T-boy," Caesar called out.

T stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Glenn, and with a sudden effort, lifted Glenn up as if pulling him up from the ground.

Glenn's tireless punches stopped; his knuckles were bleeding, and thick blood dripped from his hands.

It's impossible to tell whether it's his blood or Toby's blood.

Caesar stepped forward, stepping on Dave, and kicked out, striking Toby squarely in the liver area.

The immense force caused Toby to slide sideways for two or three meters on the ground. Toby's eyes widened, and his unconscious state instantly returned. He opened his mouth to groan in pain, but no sound came out.

Caesar walked over to Toby, flipped him over with his foot, and pressed his heel against Toby's heart. "Toby, I don't have time for your small talk."

"Now tell me, where are your people?"

Caesar's voice was like a cold wind carrying the scent of death, making Toby shiver.

Toby mumbled, "In the town of Sharpburg, in a tavern."

Caesar nodded and took a step back. "Thank you for your honesty!"

After saying that, Caesar drew his gun from his waist and fired.

Morales also drew his gun and fired at Dave, who was lying on the ground.

A few minutes later, only two bodies remained on the ground.

After meeting up with Mohr, the group quickly headed to the town of Sharpburg.

The town is on the other side of the woods, and it's faster and more convenient to go directly through the woods than to drive back to the farm.

As for Randall and the cattle, they were handed over to Ford, who stayed on the farm.

Upon arriving in the town, the group headed straight for the tavern.

The tavern was very conspicuous, located on the main street of the town, and it was brightly lit inside with many candles.

The layout of the taverns in the town is very simple. They are usually open for business in the front and used for resting in the back. They often also have basements to store alcohol.

Caesar instructed Glenn, "Go in through the back door. Maggie is more likely to be there. Find Maggie as quickly as possible. Nothing else matters."

Hearing Caesar's words, Glenn nodded heavily, the anger in his eyes lessening considerably.

The anger didn't disappear; it was just hidden deeper, preventing emotions from controlling one's actions.

Glenn led Rick and the others and ran quickly to the back.

Caesar glanced at the Daryl More brothers and Morales and the others, their eyes meeting, Caesar's eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

Caesar looked at the tavern door in front of him, where laughter and cheerful voices drifted out through the doors and windows.

"kill!"

Caesar shouted and fired his gun at the tavern door.

The tavern door was made of thin wood, and bullets whizzed past, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Moore and the others also opened fire.

The bullet struck the hinge connecting the door to the wall, and the door creaked and crashed down.

The shooting continued; bullets flew rapidly into the room, hitting walls, planks, furniture, and flesh.

It splattered debris, wood chips, cotton, and even blood.

Bullets shoveled in like a plow, and the people in the room didn't even have time to make a sound before being bombarded with bullets, falling down with their eyes open.

Several screams rang out from inside the tavern, clearly startled by the burst of gunfire.

Caesar stepped into the house, which resembled ruins.

The warm fire in the room had long since died out, and the cold moonlight poured into the tavern. Blood slowly flowed on the ground, and several corpses lay among the broken furniture.

Several gunshots rang out, and each of the corpses had a bullet hole in its head.

Wearing masks, Caesar calmly led his men to probe the interior.

The front part of the tavern is for welcoming guests, while the back is a long corridor with several rooms on both sides.

At this moment, the door to the room closest to the front part opened a crack.

The gap was so narrow that it could only accommodate the view of one eye. Before the man could see what was happening outside, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying.

With a thud, the man fell to the ground, one eye a black hole, blood mixed with brain matter flowing out from the hole.

There was another woman in the room. She covered her mouth and nose, desperately trying not to make a sound, and prayed that the people outside would leave quickly.

The next moment, the door opened a crack and a gun peeked in.

The woman lowered her hand and opened her mouth to say, "No..."

boom--

The woman crashed into the wall, and the back of her head seemed to bloom, leaving a pattern of a blossoming flower on the wall.

"Safety!"

The room doors were pushed open one by one, and the people inside were also purged.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

After the smoke cleared, the gunfire gradually subsided.

Moore approached Caesar, gun in hand. "Boss, it's all cleaned up."