The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 225 Terrible

The man with the rosacea was terrified. He took a step forward, stepped into the blood, and charged forward.

He immediately slipped and fell uncontrollably downwards, his double-barreled shotgun already discarded. He stretched out his hands, trying to grab his two companions outside the door.

The next second, the door moved and was pushed to close.

The man with the bulbous nose looked up in horror. It was pitch black, and all he could see was a pair of cold eyes filled with an extreme indifference and murderous intent.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

The loud bang was both the sound of the door closing and the sound of his heart breaking.

No, no, no, I don't want to, I don't want to die here.

I can still live, I can still live. I can't just die here like this, this isn't my destiny.

He got up on all fours, scrambling to his feet, his body covered in blood.

The man with the bulbous nose turned and ran in a panic, fearing that the man would make a move, glancing left and right as he ran.

You can see a dimly lit stairwell on the right, which leads to the second floor.

A joyful smile spread across his rosacea-covered face.

I can still live, hahaha, I knew I could still live.

I'll jump from the second floor and survive. Just wait, I'll get my revenge.

With his red nose, he tumbled and crawled up the stairs, perhaps because his hands and feet were covered in blood, he fell several times.

He roared inwardly as he climbed.

Damn it, hurry up! That bastard is catching up! Hurry!

Get moving, get moving, climb faster, climb faster.

"We're up."

He struggled to climb to the second floor, his bulbous nose panting as he looked back.

A figure stood at the bottom of the stairs, cold eyes fixed on his vulnerable neck, as a massive crossbow was slowly raised.

Oh no, I'm going to die!

Grass!

The man with the bulbous nose suddenly knelt down, and with a whoosh, a crossbow bolt was firmly embedded in the ceiling.

The rosacea, with no hope left, crawled inwards, its nose streaked with tears and snot.

Two furtive figures were seen outside the living room window on the first floor.

"Let's go, I don't want to go any faster. Didn't you see how Miss Tooth died? That huge crossbow bolt was stuck in his throat, and the blood was splattering everywhere, it was terrifying."

A man dressed in West Coast-style overalls gestured wildly, mimicking the look of someone who had just been hit by a crossbow bolt, his face filled with terror.

Another one-eyed man wearing an eyepatch, his face grim, went up and slapped him. "Are you going or not?"

"Not going?"

*Slap* "Are you going or not?"

"No, I'm not going."

*Smack* "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, alright? Stop hitting me."

The man in overalls gave the one-eyed man a few resentful looks before finally nodding in agreement.

The one-eyed man looked up at the broken living room window. The remaining shards of glass reflected a little moonlight, making the inside appear dark and gaping, like the open mouth of a wild beast.

A nameless fear gripped his heart, but when the one-eyed man glanced at the man in overalls and saw the cowering look on his face, he was instantly enraged.

If I back down, won't he laugh at me?

The one-eyed man thought to himself, and immediately decided that he couldn't delay any longer. If the bulbous-nosed man died, there would be no one to draw fire, and they would not only fail to retrieve anything but might also die inside.

"Let's go." Suppressing his voice, the one-eyed man kicked the man in overalls.

He couldn't let the man in the jumpsuit stay behind him; what if the man ran away?

The man in overalls frowned, rubbed his buttocks, stepped forward, jumped lightly, and grabbed the window.

He didn't even notice the shards on the broken window; those shards pierced the man's palm, and blood instantly gushed out.

In his anxiety, One-Eyed could only lift up the pantyhose leg and push it upwards with all his might, "Hurry up, it won't hurt anymore once it's up."

"hurry up."

Urged on by One-Eye's repressive demands, Lianku gritted his teeth and struggled to climb into the house, collapsing to the ground with a thud, his hands trembling as he opened them.

There are several shards of glass of varying sizes embedded in my palm, some even tiny fragments sunk deep within.

A few seconds later, One-Eye climbed up the window, glanced at Panty, and gave it a light kick.

"Get up quickly, don't sit there, or that person might turn around and look for us."

Recalling the terrifying figure he'd seen before closing the door, the man in overalls scrambled to his feet, hunching his shoulders, and asked, "What do we do next?"

"What are you doing? Of course, we're looking for something to eat. Aren't you hungry?"

The one-eyed creature glared with its remaining eye and stepped inside.

The living room has two or three windows, is not very large, has only one long sofa and two single sofas, and the coffee table has been moved to the wall.

There are two beds for sleeping, one on the sofa and one on the floor.

Some odds and ends and food were piled up next to the sofa.

When One-Eye approached the sofa and saw the food, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickened his pace to walk forward.

Squatting down in front of the food, I quickly picked up a grain bar, and used my hands and teeth to tear open the packaging, spilling out quite a bit of grain.

But One-Eye didn't care about wasting anything. He opened his mouth and stuffed the grain stick into it, chewing it with his mouth bulging.

Seeing this, the man in overalls who was watching from the side became anxious. He quickly came over, grabbed a small snack, tore off the packaging, and shoved it into his mouth.

Because he ate too quickly, food entered his trachea, causing him to cough violently.

After eating two, One-Eyed turned to look at the stairwell. Seeing that no one was coming down, he felt relieved and was about to turn around to remind the man in overalls to keep it down.

But as soon as he turned his head, a tall, slender, and agile figure stood behind him, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.

The man in the overalls was completely focused on the food in his hand, oblivious to the approaching death.

Before the one-eyed man could warn him, the figure stretched out his hair and danced, his samurai sword gleaming coldly as he drew a circle like a full moon.

With a whooshing sound, the blood from the katana was flung out in an arc.

The headless corpse knelt on the ground, blood gushing from the ceiling like a fountain, staining it red and even causing a fine rain to fall.

Blood rain.

One-Eyed was soaked from head to toe. His pupils dilated, his eyes became unfocused, and his mouth opened slightly as he froze.

Michonne had no intention of humiliating him. She stepped forward and thrust her sword forward, the hot blade slicing through the one-eyed man's neck with the smoothness of a hot knife through butter.

Using the force of his body to press down, the blade sliced ​​open the one-eyed man's jaw, neck, and chest cavity, and blood gushed out like a flood, instantly forming a pool of blood.

To prevent the one-eyed creature from becoming a zombie, Michonne, before sheathing her sword, slashed open the one-eyed creature's scalp and plunged the blade into its pupil, ending its life without eyes.

Wiping the blood from the blade, Michonne looked at the bed on the floor, which was soaked in blood and completely unsuitable for sleeping.

"Oops."