The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 217 Combination Punches

Caesar, carrying Neil, turned and ran.

The three of them, including Moore, took off running, not daring to look back.

As Daryl ran past a corpse, he casually pulled his arrow from the corpse's head.

The three ran wildly through the alley, pursued by howling zombies.

Every time he turned the corner and walked out of the alley, several zombies would run out in front of him. Caesar carried a large living person on his shoulder, and the axe in his right hand could not be put down.

They hacked their way from one end of the alley to the other, leaving behind a pile of corpses with their brains badly injured.

After running quite a distance, Caesar found a shop and rushed inside.

It was all dusty inside, and you couldn't see anything even in broad daylight. Caesar put Neil down and found a roll of duct tape in the shop.

With a tearing sound, the cord was wrapped around Neil's wrist and mouth several times. His fingers twitched, but he did not wake up.

Caesar dealt with Neil, throwing him into a shop cabinet to prevent some customer from coming out of nowhere and eating him.

Having done all this, Caesar walked out of the shop and waited for Daryl and the other two at the door.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps could be heard.

Caesar recognized the familiar footsteps immediately; it was the three of them.

"Caesar".

Glenn called out.

"Come on, let's go inside and rest."

"The helicopter should have already realized that the person is missing."

Caesar called the three of them, and they hid inside the shop, sealing the entrance from the inside with various furniture and items.

After a while, the pursuing zombies hurriedly walked past the door.

Their silhouettes were clearly visible through the glass doors of the shop.

Mohr chuckled hoarsely, and one could hear the joy in his laughter.

Glenn was in a good mood. He took out his gun, removed the magazine, checked the bullets, reloaded it, and chambered a new round.

Caesar wasn't holding back either; he sat down on the ground with a smile and chatted casually with the two of them for a few minutes.

Daryl sat alone on the high place, his eyes fixed on the doorway, counting his arrows, and gradually becoming worried about the number of arrows he had.

There were many zombies outside the door, walking past in an endless stream.

The group made very little noise, so they didn't attract the attention of the zombies at all.

Thump thump thump—

A soft knock sounded on the door, and Caesar and the others froze.

Caesar looked up and followed the sound.

It was the locker where the prisoner was kept; a clear, but not faint, knocking sound came from inside.

靠—

Moore cursed under his breath, bent down, opened the cupboard, and pulled out Neil, who had somehow regained consciousness.

Moore was no soft-hearted man; he pulled Neil out of the room, pinned him to the ground, and punched his broken leg.

Neil's eyes widened suddenly, filled with bloodshot veins, and his body arched up like a shrimp.

"Alright, Mor." Caesar calmly observed the few remaining zombies lingering outside the glass door and spoke to stop Mor's rampage.

"Pull him over here. We haven't gotten what we want to know yet, it would be a shame to kill him like this."

Caesar glanced at Neil on the ground, showing no sympathy for the man; he only had enough patience and mercy for his own people.

"Okay." Moore grabbed Neil by the collar, pulled him back, and placed him in a safe position before leaving him alone.

Mohr wasn't worried about him running away. With his leg broken by Caesar, it would be impressive if Mohr could even stand up.

The zombies at the door had already noticed that there were people inside. They opened their hideous mouths and roared at the glass door.

Daryl descended from the height, his crossbow already nocked. He stared silently at the glass door, poised to fire.

"Glen, go check the back for any other doors. If you find any, come and call us right away."

"We'll leave immediately."

Caesar didn't want to fight the group of zombies head-on; it would be neither wise nor beneficial.

There is no benefit to winning compared to the cost of death.

"Okay," Glenn replied, then walked behind him and disappeared into the darkness.

Their hope for survival rested on him.

Bang bang bang—

The walkers started banging on the door, but instead of stones, they used their heads, teeth, and paws to strike.

The best way to break glass is to use a blunt object with a sharp point, which transmits the force through the point.

Using a wide-reaching attack like a bare hand makes it difficult to break a glass door.

They banged on the glass door for ages, but it didn't budge, let alone the furniture and other clutter behind it.

Glenn also returned after exploring the rear.

Meeting Caesar's gaze, Glenn shook his head with difficulty and disheartened.

There was no blame, and no complaints.

There was only a soft laugh.

"It seems our fate today is to fight our way out."

Caesar said with a light laugh.

With a smile playing on his lips and a calm demeanor, he didn't believe the zombies in front of the glass door could take their lives; he genuinely felt that way.

Strong self-confidence and abundant personal charm.

This effect was felt by Daryl, Moore, and Glenn; a relaxed expression appeared on their faces, and their grip on their weapons tightened.

The number of zombies at the entrance kept increasing, but they still couldn't get in.

Caesar and his companions weren't in a hurry to fight their way out. They took the time to rest and eat, knowing that they needed to be well-rested and well-fed to have the strength to fight.

Not long after, the buzzing of a helicopter could be heard outside the shop.

The sound was enormous and extremely penetrating, seemingly flying at low altitude. Accompanied by a huge flight noise, the walkers instantly lost their attention to Caesar and the others.

They turned and walked into the street without looking back, joining another, larger horde of zombies.

The zombie horde followed the helicopter.

The person most excited upon hearing the sound of the helicopter was Neil on the ground.

Neil was like a fish out of water, thrashing about frantically, desperately wanting someone to rescue him.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The helicopter simply performed its duties. The team members on the mission went missing, and after a brief search, they found no obvious evidence and were allowed to leave.

After that, all that's needed is to wait for another squad to be assigned to destroy the identification items and other identifying materials of Neil and his team, and then continue the mission.

None of this concerns the helicopter pilot; he doesn't have the patience to carefully examine every corner of the city.

The helicopter circled in the sky for a while before flying away completely.

Neil's movements gradually subsided as he saw Moore turn around, and the smile on Moore's face frightened him.

Just as Moore approached with a sneer, Caesar grabbed him. "Don't kill him."

"it is good."

Neil was sure he hadn't misheard, and his expression showed a hint of despair.

Moore showed no mercy and immediately unleashed a series of punches.

Neil was beaten until his whole body convulsed.