The side of the Prison.
Shawn led a carefully selected group of people to clear two recreation areas here.
Because the recreation areas were separated by metal railings, the entire cleaning process went particularly smoothly.
Compared to the entire day yesterday, today was much more comfortable.
After clearing these two small recreation areas, Shawn's level successfully increased by two levels.
Level Promotion, Lv28 → Lv30
Skill Points Gained: 2
You can now add points.
The group arrived at the rear left side of the Prison, which was the last recreation area on the left.
It was right next to Prison Block A, so this recreation area was almost more than three times larger than the previous two.
There was also a large grassy area behind the Prison, right next to this large recreation area.
Shawn, wearing a spare police-style protective suit over his upper body, approached the fence.
"Carol, it's your turn."
Coming back to his senses, Shawn looked at Carol, following the direction of everyone's gaze.
At this moment, Carol, like Shawn, was wearing a police protective suit over her tight long-sleeved shirt.
She tightly gripped a slender crowbar, about 60 centimeters long; the tip of the crowbar had been sharpened to a point, and a few dried bloodstains still clung to it.
"OK, OK."
Carol let out a nervous sigh and slowly approached the metal fence of the recreation area.
Although it was only through a fence, for Carol, this was a rare opportunity to directly face a Walker.
Earlier, Shawn had instructed them to clear the recreation area next to the Administrative Building.
At that time, Carol had used the excuse of preparing lunch to avoid Daryl's invitation.
There was no other reason; Carol herself was not yet ready to face the Walkers.
Since Ed's death, Carol, free from oppression, seemed to have gotten better.
However, in this apocalypse, getting better could not help her survive smoothly.
Carol still needed more stimulation; her potential also needed moderate crisis and stimulation to develop healthily.
"OK, OK…"
Carol kept muttering, but her grip on the crowbar tightened.
Three minutes passed, and Carol was still in place, holding the crowbar and trying to psych herself up.
Shawn helplessly looked back at the others; Shane and the others had the same expression.
"I say, Carol, do you want me to sew you a lace-edged apron, and you can wrap yourself in a butter knife?"
"I guarantee it'll be much more interesting than how you look now, haha."
Merle laughed heartlessly from behind.
The sudden sound made Carol's heart tremble for no reason, and she looked as if she was about to jump up on the spot.
"Merle…" Daryl looked at his brother disapprovingly, his voice drawn out.
"OK, OK, OK."
Merle raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.
But the constantly repeated 'OK' seemed to be subtly mocking Carol's reaction just now.
"Isn't it too rushed?"
"Going into the Prison with a riot shield earlier was already a big step for Carol."
"You know what I mean, maybe we can take it slow."
Shane pulled Shawn aside and whispered his suggestion to him.
However, in response to Shane's suggestion, Shawn just silently shook his head.
He had clearly heard Merle's mockery just now, but Shawn had no intention of stopping him.
If one wanted to be looked up to, one had to be tough oneself.
This was exactly what Carol needed most at this moment.
Furthermore, Shawn brought her out to participate in the plan to clear the Walkers, not for a vacation or camping trip.
Shouldn't everyone learn to endure pressure?
Carol was not a child; she had simply been overly suppressed by her husband, her personality had become weak, which was why she was so hesitant to act.
"Carol just needs some help."
Shawn patted Shane's shoulder, then came behind Carol and gently held her hand.
"Don't be nervous, they can't hurt you."
Shawn's sudden voice made Carol tremble all over again.
But it seemed she instantly realized the person behind her was Shawn, and Carol quickly adjusted her breathing, her voice tinged with a plea.
"I can't do it… I can't do it…"
If she were to stab the crowbar into a Walker's eye socket here, then pierce its brain, letting the brain matter slide out along the crowbar…
Carol felt she wouldn't even be able to face the food on the cutting board at night.
Because as soon as she saw meat, and thought of the viscous sound of chewing meat in her mouth, she would feel nauseous.
"No, you can do it."
Shawn's tone was not harsh, but it carried a hint of unquestionable authority and a touch of dominance.
As he spoke, Shawn's grip on Carol's hand tightened slightly.
Shawn could clearly feel that when this action occurred, Carol's breathing became a little calmer.
"All you have to do is help these still-walking husks stop."
"Just like killing an animal, piercing its weak point to make it stop resisting, that's our goal…"
Shawn taught Carol just as the master butcher had taught him in the slaughterhouse.
There was no impatience in his tone; he simply used concrete action steps to divert Carol's attention.
He compared the Walkers to wild animals, telling Carol that doing this required no guilt.
"Remember when Sophia went missing near the highway?"
Shawn gradually began to stir Carol's emotions.
"If it weren't for me, she would have been devoured alive by these mindless things."
"Finally, when you found her, she would also have become one of them."
"Yet at that time, seeing Rick and the others personally deal with Sophia, you would have started to constantly question yourself."
"Why didn't I grow up sooner and have the courage to face the Walkers?"
"Why, at a critical moment, was I unable to protect my family, protect the members of the Camp?"
"Why do these damned, mindless things take away my family again and again?"
"Carol…"
"We need you to do this."
"The others in the Camp want you to do this, Sophia wants you to do this… I, want you to do this."
Each time Shawn said 'I', Carol couldn't help but increase the force with which she gripped the crowbar.
Her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't let the tears fall.
When Shawn said the last 'I', Carol let out a sound that was indistinguishable between a wail and a roar.
She gripped the head of the crowbar tightly with her left hand, placed her right hand in the middle of the crowbar, and thrust the pointed end through the fence gap with force!
Splat—
Carol closed her eyes and stabbed the crowbar into the Walker's neck.
The Walkers tilted their heads, still not stopping their movements; they gathered towards the fence, emitting ugly growls.
Standing behind Carol, Shawn could clearly see the hairs on the back of Carol's neck standing up, almost perfectly straight at attention.
Carol, the Walker, and Daryl
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