"Nonsense," Shawn muttered in a low voice.
"The housing clusters here are all designed; haven't you noticed that even the basic outline of the houses is almost identical?"
Shawn turned his head, but Tallahassee was nowhere to be seen.
His gaze swept around, and he saw that this fellow was actually like a black bear stealing honey, climbing through a window of a house and pilfering half a plate of baked pastries from inside.
Seeing this, Shawn went over and hit him on the back of the head, and only then did the guy finally behave.
Watching him put the pastries back, Shawn grumbled.
"Good-for-nothing!"
"Have I mistreated you normally, or what, that you have to steal even half a plate of pastries?"
"I was just tasting them for them!"
Tallahassee explained, his expression unchanged, even speaking with righteous indignation.
Shawn suddenly felt what a wise and brilliant decision it was to keep him by his side; otherwise, Daryl and the others would probably have been exposed long ago.
Tallahassee reluctantly watched the pastries as Shawn dragged him away.
The two walked through more than a dozen villa-level buildings, and Tallahassee grew more and more astonished.
"Damn it, these sour radishes and water chestnuts, their luck is really good."
"Their survival instincts are terrible, yet they can have a place like this to sleep, and not have to worry about Walkers."
Indeed, for now.
The Prison is definitely safer, but in terms of comfort, the Prison simply cannot compare to Alexandria.
The Administrative Building floors of the Prison are all 'dormitories,' while Alexandria mostly consists of detached villas, and as long as you come, you get one assigned.
"Yes," Shawn also sighed.
Rick and Diana had completely different fates, but it was precisely because of this that their different outcomes were forged.
Living too comfortably in the apocalypse is not necessarily a good thing.
Shawn needed Rick Sean and the others to remain vigilant and spirited; only then could they go further.
Passing a villa, Shawn, as he walked past the window, suddenly pulled Tallahassee down to squat.
And in the very next second, above their heads, the transparent glass window suddenly slid open.
The voices of a man and a woman talking came from inside.
"Olivia, maybe you should allocate me another gun and a knife. You don't know how dangerous it is out there. Only I can lead the team to tame those rough beasts."
The man's voice sounded somewhat young, with an undeniable arrogance in his words.
He seemed to be proud of his identity and felt smug.
But then, Olivia refused him without hesitation.
"No."
"Spencer, you know the rules."
"Your mother is Diana, so you should abide by the rules even more."
Olivia's words seemed to annoy Spencer somewhat; he knocked on the table.
"Don't! Don't use my mother as an excuse again!"
"She is her, and I am me. I have contributed no less to the Community than she has!"
"Even when facing a horde of more than 20 Walkers, I never retreated a single step!"
After speaking, Spencer suddenly turned and left.
Leaving only Olivia, who reclosed the window Spencer had just opened, and then quietly departed.
Alexandria Spencer
Under the window.
Tallahassee covered his mouth, looking at Shawn with some hesitation, the smile in his eyes impossible to hide.
Shawn's lips couldn't help but curl up.
He didn't know why, but seeing Tallahassee stifle a laugh, he also couldn't help himself.
What is a horde of more than 20 Walkers?
Can more than 20 Walkers be called a horde?
It seemed the first time Shawn encountered a horde was when Daryl and Merle were surrounded at the gas station.
Good heavens, that was at least three or four hundred.
However, the horde Shawn encountered seemed somewhat different from the horde Spencer encountered; it was more than ten times the number of Walkers Spencer encountered.
After confirming that Olivia had left, Shawn stood up and glanced inside through the glass window.
This was clearly where Alexandria stored all its weapons.
Unlike the Prison, within the Community, aside from the Guard, even the authority figure Diana had no right to possess weapons.
But Shawn didn't understand if they trusted their own people or what was going on.
The armory door was blocked with wooden boards and tightly locked with chains.
Yet, they specifically left this one glass window at the back of the armory. Were they afraid people wouldn't find the armory's location?
However, Shawn's target was not here, so he only glanced at the armory before withdrawing his gaze.
"I think I've found the first target."
Shawn looked at Tallahassee, who was laughing hysterically on the ground, and a smile spread across his face.
Three minutes later, Shawn caught up with Spencer.
At this moment, he was chatting and laughing with several members of the outdoor Search team.
"The entire Community's supplies depend on us, yet Olivia isn't even willing to add one gun."
Spencer was somewhat displeased.
"Then let's not go Search for supplies. How about we go 'have some fun'?"
Hearing the man next to him, Spencer showed a smile; he naturally knew what 'have some fun' referred to.
But then, Spencer shook his head, pointing a finger at the man.
"Forget it, this time I want to go by myself."
Spencer continued to idly boast to his companions for a few more sentences, the content all about how unfair Heaven and Earth were, and how he could do better if he were in charge...
Until finally, Shawn saw Spencer turn and walk towards them. Shawn retreated a bit, hiding between the walls of the houses.
"Get ready, he's coming."
Spencer took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. This was something he had secretly kept from the last time he went out to Search for supplies.
Although it somewhat violated the Community's rules, they worked so hard to Search for supplies, shouldn't they get some reward?
However, despite thinking this, Spencer usually still smoked behind people's backs.
He lit the cigarette, just about to put it in his mouth.
But he felt the fabric on his left shoulder being suddenly tugged. The cigarette hadn't even reached his mouth, and as Spencer unexpectedly let go, it spun in the air for a long time before landing.
Shawn extended his long leg from behind the house, covering the fallen cigarette butt, crushing it, and hiding it under the canopy of a short tree.
And behind Shawn, Spencer's eyes were wide, and a large hand was clamped over his mouth.
Tallahassee covered his mouth and nose, preventing him from making a sound.
Watching Spencer's eyes gradually fill with terror, Shawn said nothing, stepped forward, and with a hand to the side of his neck, made him pass out.
After exchanging glances with Tallahassee, the two dragged Spencer and moved towards the next area.
Upon reaching a courtyard, the two climbed over the wall, Tallahassee becoming increasingly skilled.
Only this time, the courtyard behind the villa was not as quiet as before.
A man in a beige jacket walked out angrily, his back to Shawn and Tallahassee.
Shawn looked at Tallahassee, who was making a strange grimacing expression at him, then narrowed his eyes and gestured towards the man not far away.
Shawn shook his head, raising his index and middle fingers, making a crisscross motion.
He indicated that this person was not an important character, and since they were carrying Spencer, it was inconvenient to act, so it was better to take a detour.
Tallahassee nodded, just about to turn, but the man in the beige jacket suddenly turned and looked over.
Making Shawn and Tallahassee, who were just about to leave, freeze.
-------------------------------
I've already uploaded 70 chapters of this story on Patreon!
If you enjoy it, come check out the latest chapters in advance.
Here's the link:
[email protected]/Rexlent
Thank you so much for your support!!!
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"