The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 173 Prison

Caesar understood.

When there are many people, social classes will naturally emerge.

Since its establishment, Huangshi has been constantly recruiting new people, and its number has now expanded to over a thousand, making it an absolute power.

It could even be said to be the leader of the Atlanta area, with no other force comparable to it.

Of course, this was the result of Caesar establishing certain rules for screening.

Those who joined later held a deep reverence for those who were already in the valley, a reverence stemming from their seniority and usually high status.

They were very grateful to Caesar for giving them a place to live and work in peace, so they were very respectful.

As a result, everyone gradually developed a sense of awe towards Caesar and kept their distance.

As a member of Glenn's squad, Rick had little contact with Caesar and maintained a certain distance from him.

Caesar waved his hand. "The reason I called you out is because I want to organize a new combat squad."

"This combat squad requires a high level of combat capability and strong survivability."

Rick thought for a moment, "Special forces?"

"Pretty much." Caesar did not deny Rick's guess. "Not just special forces, but more, at least with infiltration capabilities. I will send you to be internal spies."

Rick frowned, but before he could ask, Caesar interrupted him.

"I didn't ask you to go now, and your team isn't even organized yet. There's still training to come, so there's plenty of time."

Caesar glanced out the window and said in a melodious voice, "I'm just preparing for the worst."

"Okay, I understand." Since it wasn't now, Rick nodded in agreement.

"So, where are we headed today?"

"Our destination today is the prison!"

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The wheels rubbed against the gravel road, the brakes were slammed on, and the convoy came to a stop.

A group of personnel disembarked from the tall and imposing armored vehicle, fully armed and looking somewhat menacing.

With his steel lance in hand, Caesar strode in this direction.

"Set off!"

The group walked non-stop in one direction, with Caesar occasionally stopping by a nearby tree to check the marker.

Clearly, Caesar had already sent people to scout the location.

After confirming that their location was correct, the team quickened their pace.

Occasionally, zombies would appear along the way, but the battle-hardened operatives swiftly and skillfully dealt with them.

Stepping through the woods, the view suddenly opened up.

There were no trees obstructing the view ahead; a river separated the view, and on the other side lay an open area.

In the open field, there was a prison.

The prison is small, only a small one. The buildings are all dark gray, which looks dull and oppressive.

The outer perimeter is composed of various types of barbed wire, which are used to separate activity areas and passageways, etc.

Both inside and outside the outermost barbed wire fence, there were many zombies wandering around.

Most of the zombies inside were dressed in prisoner and prison guard uniforms, with a few in civilian clothes.

After observing for a while, the group heard some noises coming from the main part of the prison.

Caesar and the others immediately looked over, and of course, not only them, but the walkers also noticed.

Gunshots rang out from inside the main part of the prison.

The gunshots sounded extremely ominous, and the walkers rioted. The walkers inside the prison moved closer to the source of the sound, while the walkers outside shook their heads and pounded on the barbed wire.

"There are people inside."

Caesar narrowed his eyes.

Who else could be in the prison during this period besides Rick's group?

The prison five?

They should still be trapped in the canteen, but since there were gunshots, it means they may have been released.

Who else could it be but them?

No, there's also Sasha and Tersey's group.

Caesar's eyes widened. "Enter from the back of the prison, quickly!"

Seeing Caesar rushing toward the prison, the combatants didn't dare delay and followed closely behind, with Rick also in the crowd.

The atmosphere in the prison canteen was unusually heavy.

The roars of the walkers carried through the door into the cafeteria, and everyone inside wore a grim expression.

Tyrsey's broad back pressed tightly against the door, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

His sister, Sasha, pushed against the door with both hands, using all her strength to resist the power of the walkers outside.

A father and son were surrounding a woman, crying and sobbing.

The woman's face was deathly pale, her forehead burned like a furnace, and there was a bite mark on her arm, with the blood vessels around the wound appearing a deep purple.

She reached out and touched her son's face. "Ben, you have to be strong, okay?"

"That's how you can survive the end times."

Donna's voice reached Ben's ears, and tears welled up in his eyes. He nodded repeatedly in agreement, "I understand, Mom."

"Please don't leave me, okay? You'll definitely survive, what if you have antibodies?"

Ben, still clinging to the last glimmer of hope in his teenage years, forced a smile and said, "Mom, don't give up on me, don't leave me."

Donna's eyes began to glaze over, and her voice drifted off.

"Allen".

"I'm here—I'm here."

The middle-aged man next to him was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably, even more so than his son, as he held his wife's hand.

"Donna, I'm here."

"You, you must take good care of our child."

As she spoke, Donna's breathing grew weaker and weaker.

"Waaaaah————"

"mom!"

The heart-wrenching screams of pain echoed throughout the small cafeteria.

Sasha and Tersey, still bracing against the door, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with sorrow for their fallen comrade.

Just then, a voice came from the food serving area next door.

Why didn't you take her to the hospital?

Tersey, Sasha, and the father and son on the ground were all still in shock and looked over abruptly.

Who are you?

Tersey yelled, bracing himself against the door as he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at them.

Sasha was too busy to do anything at the moment.

The father and son just stared blankly, then glanced back at Tersey before belatedly raising their guns.

But the raised muzzle was still trembling slightly.

Looking at them, Tercy felt a sense of powerlessness, but now was not the time to argue. He roared angrily.

"Everyone step forward, now!"

With guns providing cover, the men raised their hands and slowly walked out of the food counter, appearing in the light.

The five men were all wearing prison uniforms, and they varied in height, weight, and build. The man in the lead had tied his prison uniform around his waist, revealing a white vest underneath, and had shoulder-length hair.

Her hair was tied up, and her eyes revealed a ruthless edge.

He swayed back and forth, glancing at the woman on the ground and Tersey with her gun raised. "Whoa, are you just going to watch her die?"

"Why don't you take her to the hospital?"

Are you kidding me?