Inside the passage, there was the sound of ten people's labored breathing.
Shawn casually wiped the cold blood from his hand, reversed his grip on the machete, and turned the blade's back outwards.
"Old rule, finish them off."
"Give every Walker a finishing blow to the head, then we'll rest for 20 minutes before continuing."
There were too many Walker corpses piled up in the passage now.
If they weren't careful, when they passed by again, one or two might quietly grab someone's ankle and bite them.
Anyway, what they had most of right now was time, so it was better to take it slow.
The team members, holding small knives or machetes, stabbed into the Walkers' heads through their eyes, which was both labor-saving and efficient.
Shawn was more brutal.
He grabbed his Stone Hammer and delivered two resounding blows, directly splitting open their heads, splattering brains everywhere, leaving no possibility of them getting back up.
Twenty minutes wasn't a long time.
After resting for a while in a clean area and replenishing some water, they continued forward.
Passing through the metal door of Area A, the group maintained their formation and continued to press forward.
Upon reaching a relatively open area, Daryl and Merle, positioned at the rear, became particularly important.
They gripped their respective weapons tightly, their backs pressed against Shawn and Rick, and their eyes vigilantly scanned their surroundings.
"This is even more nerve-wracking than my first robbery."
Merle wiped the sweat from his palms and couldn't help but speak.
"You'd better pray you don't turn into a Walker, or I'll cut out your tongue."
Shane spoke from the first row.
"Oh really?"
"Then it'd be even better if Carol could cook it. What do you say we call it 'Stir-fried Your Dad's Big Tongue'?"
Merle wasn't annoyed; instead, he continued to joke with Shane.
Shane turned back in surprise, then glanced sideways at Rick, his expression serious.
"I swear, I really want to cut out his tongue."
Shawn couldn't help but chuckle from the second row.
He even began to anticipate what it would be like when this group officially formed a combat team in the future.
"Guys, seriously? Can't you be a little more serious?"
"We might be facing an entire horde of Walkers, or some damned Mutated Corpses launching a sneak attack."
Glenn looked behind him, then in front, then at Shawn, who was chuckling beside him, and couldn't help but lower his voice and quietly admonish them.
No sooner had Glenn's words fallen than Otis, standing in the first row, involuntarily cursed.
"Shit…"
Otis's mouth was slightly agape.
He watched as a 'Walking Corpse Centipede' made up of 10 Walkers clung to the prison bars in the third cell area of Area A, far off in the distance, twisting its head to look at their group.
The formation instinctively halted, and all the members who saw a 'Walking Corpse Centipede' for the first time couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.
"Glenn, how about I cut your tongue out first?"
Shane turned to Glenn the moment he saw the centipede.
What kind of insightful American jinx was this?
Hiss hiss—
The next moment, a slightly sharp 'hissing' sound emanated from one of their organs.
The sound echoed through the cells of Area A, sounding as if it were right by their ears.
The Walking Corpse Centipede used both its hands and feet, crawling askew on the countless metal bars, making heavy thudding sounds.
In just a blink of an eye, it had already appeared before the team.
Shane gritted his teeth; facing the Walking Corpse Centipede head-on for the second time, he reacted the fastest.
"Hold the line!"
With Shane's startled shout!
The three people beside him belatedly reacted, quickly pressing their riot shields together with Shane's to form a solid wall.
"They are more agile than ordinary Walkers; they can use both their hands and feet, attacking with their mouths at the same time."
"Their bodies aren't fixed; they can split apart; their tails lash with considerable force, I suffered a great loss before!"
Shawn immediately shouted a warning, relaying every attack method he had witnessed.
"I can see that too, do they have any weaknesses?!"
Glenn swallowed, looking at the Walking Corpse Centipede standing upright, almost touching the ceiling, and forced down his fear to retort.
"Their bodies are a bit tougher than Walkers, but you can attack the dangling abdomen, that's where they connect, and it's also the head of the Walker that serves as the 'torso'!"
Shawn put away his machete, hoisted the Stone Hammer onto his shoulder, ready to swing and counterattack at any moment.
This time, facing the Walking Corpse Centipede, Shawn's sanity value hardly fluctuated.
Aside from this being the third time he had seen it, and he was already mentally prepared.
It was also because he was now among a group of humans, and the presence of most of his kind suppressed this terrifying sense of déjà vu to the lowest level.
Hearing Shawn's words, Shane, with the three people in the first row, shield in left hand, knife in right, hardened his heart and pressed forward quickly!
The four of them simultaneously crashed into the lowest two segments of the Walking Corpse Centipede.
On the outer side of the transparent riot shields, the human faces struggling beneath the soft abdominal skin gave them an urge to immediately drop their shields and run.
But fortunately, Shane delivered the first strike.
Dark blood began to gush out, a large gash opened in the abdomen of the dangling Walker.
Seeing that even such a monster would bleed and get injured, the other three suppressed their nausea, their faces pressed tightly against the back of their shields, and wildly stabbed forward with the knives in their right hands.
Blood stained the entire shield red.
Perhaps someone inadvertently hit its head, and the Walking Corpse Centipede completely collapsed.
"Scatter!"
Seeing the Walking Corpse Centipede fall down, flailing its limbs, Rick roared, and he himself tumbled and jumped to the side.
As everyone scattered, Shawn, however, shouldered his Stone Hammer and actively moved towards it.
Looking at the Walking Corpse Centipede falling straight down, his face showed an indescribable disgust.
"That's for 'kissing' me last time!"
Shawn gripped the very end of the Stone Hammer's handle with both hands.
Using the momentum from his shoulder, he swung it violently at the Walking Corpse Centipede's frontmost head!
The hammerhead collided with the Walking Corpse Centipede's foremost head, and with a crisp crack, it shattered with a crash.
Fragments of skull mixed with gray-white brain matter flowed all over the ground.
Shawn then paused the upward swing of the Stone Hammer, and using the momentum, swung it downwards!
The Walking Corpse Centipede, whose body was still in mid-air, was forcibly smashed down by Shawn's hammer!
The hammerhead landed on the body of the head, and its spine broke into several pieces with a 'crack, crack, crack'.
Shawn pressed down with both hands, forcibly pinning the entire centipede to the ground.
"Come on, lend a hand!"
The remaining eight Walkers, hampered by their intertwined bodies, struggled fiercely but remained motionless.
Seeing that he had completely gained control, Shawn immediately let out a loud roar!
His voice echoed throughout Area A, even completely drowning out the Walking Corpse Centipede's wails.
Rick shook his head twice, then followed the others back to press in again.
Facing the remaining eight segments of its body, they directly pulled out their guns and fired wildly downwards.
They only ceased fire after about a minute.
Shawn released the Stone Hammer and looked along the elongated body before him.
At this moment, the Walking Corpse Centipede was covered in deep bullet holes.
The liquid that flowed out after its head was pierced seeped from every connecting part.
It was unclear if it was everyone's illusion.
After the Walking Corpse Centipede died, the stench emanating from its body became even more intense; just smelling it caused an urge to vomit.
"Shit—!"
"If I find out which son of a bitch spread this virus and created such monsters, I'll f***ing %$%#$%#@%#$!"
T-Dog snapped out of his daze, opening his eyes wide in disbelief, completely disregarding his own earlier, frantic shooting.
Still not satisfied after cursing, he quickly walked to the Walking Corpse Centipede.
With each additional stab of his short knife, he raised a middle finger.
"I fuck you!"
"Fuck you… fuck you…"
"And fuck you!"
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