The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 182 The Plan in Progress

Carol stepped out of the room, where a large crowd had already gathered.

The residents were initially somewhat apprehensive, but after seeing the patrol team and being invited a few times, they mustered their courage, picked up their weapons, and joined the patrol.

As the group grew larger, Carroll eventually blended into the crowd.

Andrea was inside too. She quickly approached Carol, lowered her head, and asked in a low voice, "You did it?"

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Carroll didn't speak, but simply shook his head almost imperceptibly.

Upon learning the situation, Andrea's emotions became even more complicated.

What's going on?

If it wasn't Carroll who did it, then who else could it be?

Doubts churned in my mind.

The crowd arrived at the small building, which appeared to be in good condition from the outside.

Click—

A figure crashed through the glass and fell headfirst to the ground, its head dented. It staggered and tried to get up.

Bang bang bang—

Everyone fired their guns simultaneously, and the zombie trembled a few times before collapsing.

Looking upstairs, I saw a shirtless man leaning out.

"Damn it, someone's been infected with the zombie virus, and several people have died."

The man said a few words and then withdrew, turning around to pick up a pistol from the bedside table. He glanced sideways at the woman on the bed, who was trembling and clutching the blanket.

The man raised an eyebrow, lit a cigarette, and said, "No problem, I'll be right back. I haven't had my fun yet. Don't run away, wait for me."

The man lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled smoke rings, and strode out of the room.

Bang bang bang—

The bullet collided with the zombie's skull, splattering out a torrent of brain matter.

After the zombies were cleaned up, fewer than ten people survived.

The governor had fewer than ten men left, and only one woman survived.

The governor had already gotten up.

Frequent nightmares made his sleep extremely restless, his mood irritable, and he would wake up in a fright from time to time, always appearing very gloomy.

The noise outside the window also caught his attention.

Without the governor needing to ask, Andrea arrived at their door with her patrol.

Knock, knock, knock. The governor stood by the blinds. He could sense that something was wrong, but he could only say, "Come in."

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With a creak, Andrea entered the room.

The man on patrol for the night followed behind her, two steps behind Andrea, his head bowed like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

"What happened outside?"

Andrea wanted the person in charge to speak, but when she glanced back, she could only see the back of the person in charge's head. He seemed to have noticed Andrea's gaze and refused to look up.

Andrea sighed inwardly and said, "The key members and subordinates you arranged are living in the same house. They took it upon themselves to find some women, bring in some drinks, and start a party."

"I don't know what happened, but some of them turned into zombies and suddenly attacked their unsuspecting companions. No one could react in time, and the casualties were heavy."

Andrea's description is very objective, without any embellishment or exaggeration.

But the objective description alone was enough to enrage the governor. He clenched his fist tightly, so tightly that his entire fist trembled.

As the governor looked out the window at the scene of many figures, a surge of anger rose within him. His face turned pale and then red, and his eyes became somewhat bloodshot.

After Andrea finished speaking, she didn't say anything more, keeping her gaze straight ahead, keeping her eyes down, and minimizing her presence.

The person in charge behind her was clearly frightened. He hadn't straightened his back since entering the room, and now he was trembling with fear.

"So, Jeff, did you know they were going to have a party?" The governor's voice came softly, seemingly calm, but Andrea and Jeff could hear the anger hidden beneath the calm words.

Jeff's throat tightened, and he opened his mouth as if to explain, but couldn't find any reason.

He knew, of course, that there would be a party. He even brought some of his own wine collection, intending to go in and have some fun after his patrol ended.

During the patrol, he was constantly distracted. Not only him, but also the other members of the patrol team were thinking about going to a party to have some fun.

Unexpectedly, instead of a fun-filled party, they received devastating news.

"Answer me, are you deaf?" The governor turned around angrily, his gaze fixed on Jeff.

The roar startled Jeff, causing his legs to buckle and he collapsed to his knees, pressing his head against the floor, his voice humble.

"I, I, I knew they were going to have a party."

Jeff was scared, but he eventually admitted it.

The governor was furious at the stupidity of his subordinates, and this anger almost burned him out of his mind.

"Andrea, get out!"

Without turning her head, Andrea hurriedly left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

She was kind-hearted and knew she couldn't bear to see the governor tormenting his subordinates like that, so she chose to stay away, out of sight, out of mind.

After leaving, Andrea turned and went home.

She kept thinking, who could have done this?

They managed to infiltrate Woodbury without Yellowstone's knowledge and infect its core members with the zombie virus.

With such tactics, the other party is clearly not a weak force.

Be puzzled.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, and if one ignored the corpses being carried in the streets, it would have been just as beautiful as any other day.

The task of moving the bodies was still done by armed men, their comrades.

The residents stood at their own doorsteps, watching the scene unfold with an air of indifference.

Their eyes held a hint of worry, not for any other reason than that Woodbury was becoming increasingly dangerous, and their hidden desire to escape was growing stronger.

Moreover, after losing an arm, the governor also became a tyrant.

Turning my head, I could see a corpse hanging at the main gate not far away.

The body was wrapped in strips of cloth, looking very much like a mummy. There were many strips of cloth around the mouth and nose, layer upon layer, which gave a suffocating feeling just by looking at it.

The governor placed all the blame for the incident on this person, and the residents no longer believed him, but he pretended to be very trusting.

Andrea took a deep breath, feeling the atmosphere of division in Woodbury growing stronger.

It's time for me to replace the governor.

She glanced up at the governor's office; the blinds weren't fully open, letting in a small amount of light, through which she could see the governor's silhouette.

Before the two could even make eye contact, the governor closed the blinds.

Andrea raised an eyebrow and murmured, "Governor, you should rest well. I'll gladly accept your position."

Her eyes were dark as she pondered and began to plan her next move.

For several days, Woodbury seemed to return to its usual calm, and nothing happened.

Even the residents, who are always overly anxious, were surprised.

That night, another incident occurred.