The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 171 Solution

The crowd shouted various slogans at the top of their lungs, much like a parade in peacetime. They shouted until their faces were red, and they carried various items, some even carrying small flags.

The leader of the group clearing out the zombies stood in front of the crowd, sweating profusely, occasionally scratching his head and frantically trying to persuade them.

The surrounding residents seemed to have the upper hand, constantly making noise and ignoring the piles of zombies outside. They only knew how to vent their emotions and demanded that the gate be opened so they could leave.

But that's impossible. There are so many walkers outside. Once the gate is opened, the walkers can just walk into Woodbury.

The boss had no idea what they were thinking, and his impatience grew even more pronounced as he faced the barrage of criticism.

Just then, a henchman climbed down from the wall and loudly reported to his superior, "Boss, there are too many zombies outside. We have to make them quiet, or they might come in."

The subordinate's words were like gasoline poured on a bonfire, instantly igniting the surrounding residents, who pointed at the subordinate and the leader and cursed.

The two men's faces turned red from the scolding, especially the leader, whose face grew increasingly red, and the veins on his head bulged, making him look like a gas cylinder under extreme pressure.

Sure enough, the next second, the boss exploded.

He fired three shots into the air, the sound of which immediately drowned out all other sounds, and the surroundings fell silent.

The boss yelled angrily, "Get back here, all of you! Don't cause trouble here. If you have any problems, go find someone else. The door isn't going to be opened. Get back here!"

To the boss's surprise, the warning only lasted for less than five seconds before the surroundings became noisy again, even more so than before.

The boss was stunned for a moment. His already ruddy face turned a deep purplish-red with anger, and his face became shiny with oil.

"Get out of here, or I'll shoot! I'll kill you all, you hear me?"

The leader extended his gun, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the crowd.

The residents who were coming towards them were stunned for a moment and did not dare to speak. Although they did not speak, they still looked at their leader with contempt.

The people in front of us didn't say anything, but the group behind us started talking, as if they had been encouraged, and they got more and more excited as they talked.

They knew that their boss would never fire a shot.

They went so far as to provoke their leader relentlessly, creating an extremely unsightly scene.

The boss's temples throbbed, he gritted his teeth, and looked unwell; his hands trembled slightly.

His men were struggling to deal with the customers on the wall.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you going to back out or not?"

The leader raised his head, and his complexion had returned to normal. However, his eyes had a sinister look that made the people nearby afraid to meet his gaze.

That's because the leader had murderous intent. He had followed the governor's men and killed at least several people, so he was naturally ruthless in killing.

The people in the crowd seemed oblivious to the threat and continued shouting as if nothing was amiss.

The leader sighed and raised his gun.

Just as he was about to fire, a gunshot rang out.

Everyone was startled and hunched over, looking around to see who had fired the shot.

The men closest to the leader screamed in agony, clutching their bodies and shouting, "I've been shot! I've been shot!"

However, when people around him looked at him, they could see that he didn't have a single wound on his body.

The leader was also stunned. He looked at the gun in his hand, but he didn't seem to have fired it.

A clear female voice rang out: "I fired the shot."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Andrea appear before them in a combat suit that allowed for easy movement.

Andrea strode over, brandishing the pistol in her hand, and announced loudly, "I have received orders from the Governor to have you all go home."

The governor's prestige was indeed very high, but compared to the lives of each person and their family, it was naturally incomparable.

The crowd remained, but they stopped talking, shrinking back like quails, pretending not to hear Andrea's words.

If you didn't hear it, pretend it didn't exist.

Seeing their reaction, the leader regained his senses and secretly regretted his impulsive actions, which included the idea of ​​shooting someone in public.

If you're tempted to kill, you should first deal with them, then at night, randomly pick a few annoying people, kill them, and report the specific reasons to the governor. The governor won't say anything.

Seeing that no one responded, Andrea was not annoyed. She stepped through the crowd and walked up to the leader.

"You go up and clear out the walkers first. I've already notified the others, and they'll be here to help clear out the walkers soon."

The boss paused slightly, then said, "Okay, I understand."

Then, he pulled his men up the wall and focused on clearing out the zombies.

Standing where her leader had just been, Andrea smiled and looked at the crowd. "I understand what you're thinking."

"You think Woodbury isn't safe, and there was an attack on us last night, so you want to move all your belongings to another neighborhood, right?"

Andrea pinpointed exactly what they were thinking, but no one responded.

The facts are one thing, but stating them directly is another.

Andrea raised an eyebrow. "I'm telling you, Woodbury is the best community for you. You can't even imagine how cruel the outside world is."

"You think there are communities everywhere that will accept you? Don't dream. What can you do? Can you kill zombies? Can you farm? Can you raise animals?"

"Or do you think you can build houses? No, you can't do anything, you're all a bunch of useless people, only Woodbury can provide you with food and drink."

Andrea's words were like knives, piercing everyone's hearts and leaving them bleeding.

How could they refute it? Andrea was telling the truth, so they could only rage at themselves.

Andrea continued, "Of course, there are vast spaces outside, expansive communities with grasslands, mountains, and streams, surrounded by high walls, heavily armed guards, and warriors who know how to survive—"

Andrea's description was like describing a very specific, delicious cake; everyone could smell its fragrant aroma and taste its sweet flavor, and their eyes lit up.

"But—are you worthy?" Andrea sneered, crossing her arms.

"You are just a bunch of rats who only know how to eat and not produce anything. Woodbury is your best choice. You should be thinking about how to build Woodbury properly instead of looking down on it."

"Yes, many people died yesterday; their fighting strength is insufficient. Don't you know you should join a combat team? You could go fight and improve Woodbury's fighting strength."

"And even if you go out, you won't survive. There are dozens of zombies surrounding you, maybe even hundreds by nightfall. They can easily kill you and eat every last bit of flesh from your bones."

Andrea dissects the cruel and bloody reality, telling them how the terrible forces she has seen outside treat their fellow human beings.

Gradually, no one shouted to leave anymore; they lowered their heads and returned to their own houses.