The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 183 Closing the Net

This time, only an ordinary subordinate died, but he died a very gruesome death.

With plenty of time to work, Carol, who wasn't exactly a skilled worker, spent a day or two on it.

Afterwards, Carroll looked at his masterpiece, nodded in satisfaction, and then left the scene.

Humming a little tune, on her way home, Carol saw a woman standing by the street.

The woman looked worried and kept rubbing her fingers together.

Carol approached with a smile. "Hey, Eileen, what's wrong?"

Eileen looked at the seemingly harmless Carol, pouted, and whispered with tears welling in her eyes, "Carol, I want to leave Woodbury."

This was undoubtedly a taboo subject in Woodbury.

There are only those who enter Woodbury, and never those who escape.

The governor would occasionally have a moment of kindness and deliberately let a few people who were eager to leave go in front of the residents.

Then, his henchmen would chase after them like wolves, tearing the fleeing people to shreds.

Eileen's husband was one of the armed men, and through her daily interactions with him, she learned the true nature of the governor, but she never dared to tell anyone else.

Her husband passed away recently, and after losing him, Eileen no longer wanted to stay in Woodbury.

She feared that one day the governor would kill them all.

Carole was startled and pulled Eileen away, heading towards a nearby alley. Only after confirming that no one else could hear her did she ask why.

After hearing Eileen's words, Carol raised her head, pretended to be sad and shed tears, and gently hugged Eileen.

Feeling the warmth of the embrace, Eileen silently shed tears.

"Waaah—Carol, I really want to leave here."

Carol's tears fell onto Eileen's forehead, a cool sensation spreading through her. "Soon, very soon, we'll be able to leave."

After comforting Eileen, Carol went to see Andrea.

"Is that person dead?"

In the quiet room, Andrea placed the teapot on the coffee table and poured Carol a cup of tea.

Steam rose from the tea in the cup. Carol picked up the cup, blew on it, and took a small sip.

After a moment's hesitation, Carol finally spoke.

"He's dead. I dismembered him. He should be discovered soon."

"That's good."

The plan was proceeding smoothly, and Andrea smiled happily.

"Andrea".

"Um?"

"I want to speed things up," Carol said calmly, taking a sip of her tea.

Andrea looked at Carol curiously, not understanding what she meant. "Why?"

"We need these residents. They are under a lot of pressure right now, and once they reach a breaking point, they will definitely choose to sneak away. With the governor's current manpower, he simply cannot stop them."

Carroll explained simply.

She knew that what Caesar had always wanted was the population of Woodbury; if they could take over Woodbury, the population would increase by nearly a hundred.

"Yes, you're right."

Andrea nodded knowingly. "Then let's inform Caesar of our decision."

A day later, at Caesar's desk, Daryl recounted their decision.

Caesar didn't rush to reply to Daryl, but turned to Amy, asking, "Is the prison repaired?"

Amy immediately replied, "The prison was cleaned up yesterday, the missing walls were repaired, and in short, everything is ready."

"Tell Andrea that we have a plan for the next step."

Caesar took a big gulp of tea, and drops of tea dripped from the rim of the cup onto the ground.

The ground was covered in pools of blood; the scythe had struck a major artery, spurting out large amounts of blood.

Carol remained calm, stepping on the fallen man, she drew her scythe, and strolled around as if she were doing farm work, skilled and efficient.

Carole casually grabbed a few tissues from the side and wiped the blood off her face. As soon as she did, she sighed helplessly.

"Sigh~"

Carol walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed water on her face.

Through the mirror, Carol could see the figure in the living room struggle for a moment. She kindly advised, "Don't move around, or you'll make a mess of the floor with blood and get my shoes dirty."

After saying a few words, the other party clearly wouldn't listen to the advice.

Carol returned to the living room, raised her scythe, and slashed the man's face several times until he was completely still.

Back in the bathroom, Carol washed her face and looked at her skin in the mirror. "Ugh, I have so many wrinkles."

After wiping the water droplets off her face, Carol picked up her scythe, tossed aside a button, and leisurely left the room.

In the past few days, Carroll has killed two or three people.

The reason we didn't kill too many people is that killing has become increasingly difficult, and there aren't many left. As long as we arrange for people to guard them day and night, we definitely won't find an opportunity.

Unfortunately, it's not just the armed personnel who are afraid; the residents are also afraid, so how could they possibly help guard the armed personnel?

As a result, the armed personnel were very worried and kept a lot of guns in the room, remaining extremely vigilant.

Using her position as a chef, Carol prepared spiked meals for them. The food was not poisonous, but it would make them sleepy and lower their guard.

Having estimated the duration of the coma, Carol entered the room and reaped the lives.

That was the last one in Carol's recent killing plan.

We can close the net this afternoon.

Carol told Andrea the good news, and Andrea was so excited that she paced around the room several times.

Just as she was feeling happy, her assistant knocked on the door.

"Is something the matter?" Andrea opened the door, her face expressionless, and asked.

The assistant pursed his lips and whispered, "Another person has died."

Three people died in the last two days, and the whole of Woodbury was terrified, feeling that the killers had started again.

When they discovered that only armed personnel had died, the residents breathed a sigh of relief, clearly adopting an attitude of indifference.

The armed personnel in charge of the investigation were doing their best, because if they didn't find the killer, they might be the next ones to die.

No one suggested sticking together, because if the same thing happened again like at the last party, the situation would be even worse.

Andrea nodded seriously, turned around and went back into the house to get something, then walked out of the house excitedly and closed the door.

The assistant hurriedly followed Andrea, leaving only Carol leisurely drinking tea in the room.