"All doors leading to the exercise yard must be locked."
"After a while, all these doors should be sealed off, preferably leaving only the main entrance we used."
"Also, these corpses cannot be ignored; long-term accumulation can easily lead to epidemics."
"The Prison is where we need to survive long-term, and it's also the guarantee for expanding the Camp's population in the future."
"If possible, I hope everyone can work a little harder and move the Walkers out of the Prison overnight."
"The entire operation will be conducted inside the Prison, so there's no need to worry about new Walkers appearing here."
Shawn chatted with Rick intermittently as he walked.
Now the generator inside the Prison had been turned on, and while other things couldn't be guaranteed, at least basic lighting could stay on indefinitely.
Coupled with the fact that the Walkers inside the Prison had been cleared, there was almost no danger.
Even if he didn't trust his own judgment, he had to trust the system's mission prompts, right?
The group walked out of the metal door in Block C, laughing and talking, and when the people in the Camp saw the expressions on their faces, they couldn't help but show surprise and joy.
Before Shawn could even announce it, they seemed to have vaguely guessed.
They suppressed their excitement and looked at Shawn, just like everyone else's reaction before.
When Shawn personally announced it, the entire Camp erupted!
They had taken the Prison!!
It meant that all the land beyond the fence was now their territory.
They no longer needed to live in fear day and night, nor did they need to constantly interact with Walkers and get themselves covered in blood.
Andrea touched her face, still feeling a bit unreal.
She was an old-timer from the Quarry Camp; from the day she saved Rick, she never expected happiness to come so quickly!
While she was in a daze, others were also celebrating the capture of the Prison in their own ways.
They jumped and ran around, disregarding their image.
Their voices, when talking to others, were filled with unconcealed joy.
Their mouths were always curved upwards, completely out of control.
Hershel walked up to Shawn, gave him another look, and patted Shawn on the shoulder.
It seemed to be relief, it seemed to be comfort, it seemed to be gratitude for Shawn's tireless efforts for the Camp…
In short.
Hershel was immensely grateful for Shawn's contributions, and he secretly reaffirmed—it was fortunate he hadn't stubbornly insisted back then.
From a long-term perspective, the Prison was indeed more suitable for survival in the apocalypse than the Farm.
Before, it was easy to get in but hard to get out; now, it was easy to get out but hard to get in.
Whether it was for defending against Walkers or other survivors, these were currently close to the top conditions in the apocalyptic environment.
What more could Hershel be dissatisfied with?
Not to mention seeing his two daughters flushed with happiness, Hershel felt he had finally done right by their deceased mother.
"Sigh~~"
Hershel let out a long sigh, his mood somewhat complex for a moment.
But before he could fully immerse himself in his emotions, his eldest daughter grabbed his arm and pulled him all the way into the Administrative Building.
The previous tea party was actually meant to alleviate the tense atmosphere at a critical moment.
Now that the Prison was completely taken, everyone decided to hold a party to release their stress.
And the moment they heard the news of capturing the Prison, things like moving corpses and cleaning the Prison were naturally thrown to the back of everyone's minds.
Shawn saw it all.
He couldn't help but give a wry smile and shake his head, sighing that this group of people was too immature.
…
"I can drink ten of these!!"
Before long, Shawn stood on a table, stripped off his police protective suit, swung it twice over his head, and threw it away with force.
Music from a cassette player filled the air, and Shawn swayed freely with the rhythm.
By the door, Merle, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other, leaned against Daryl, winking.
"I seem to remember someone saying they'd never party with Shawn again?"
"Drink your wine, Merle."
After speaking, Daryl sullenly took a gulp himself.
"Woohoo!!!!" Merle swayed along with the music and Shawn for a moment before looking back again.
"Don't be like that, everyone's having fun!"
Merle poured himself a glass of wine, clinked it with Daryl's, and drank it all in one go.
Daryl looked at Merle, then lowered his gaze to the wine in his glass.
His breath deepened, and he suddenly tilted his head back, downing the wine.
"That's right, just like that!" Merle swayed happily, as if already drunk.
"Hahahahaha!!"
Loud, unrestrained laughter echoed through the entire first-floor cafeteria.
Outside the Prison, the sky's darkening accelerated silently; the setting sun descended, the sky turned a deep blue, and then gradually transformed into absolute blackness.
It wasn't until late at night that the cafeteria lights finally flickered off.
The Prison once again fell into silence.
…
The next day, in the afternoon.
Shawn woke up groggily, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the grayish-white tent ceiling.
He subconsciously closed his eyes; the grogginess in his head wouldn't dissipate, and his mind felt even more tired than his body.
But the next moment.
Shawn seemed to realize something; his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and he suddenly reopened his eyes.
He looked straight up, blinking.
It was still the grayish-white tent ceiling.
But the strange thing was this: wasn't he supposed to be sleeping on the third floor of the Administrative Building?
What he should see when he opened his eyes was that flat ceiling.
Besides, there was no spot for him in this first-floor cafeteria…
Immediately, the faint breathing sound by his ear stiffened his face.
Shawn turned his head in surprise, the first thing he saw was Carl's small face.
"Good, good…"
Shawn patted his chest; it turned out he had just scared himself.
But when he picked up his clothes, propped himself up, and was about to leave the tent, he couldn't help but freeze again.
To Carl's left, there lay a strikingly fair face that could not be ignored.
Her sleeping face was still very captivating; from Shawn's perspective, he could perfectly see the smooth contours of her profile.
A tiny, translucent jewel-adorned earring was set in her delicate earlobe.
She was adorned like an exquisite work of art, making one reluctant to let go.
As Shawn looked at her, she was softly exhaling, sleeping peacefully.
Suppressing the urge to caress her profile, Shawn carefully got up, clutching his clothes, and walked out of the tent.
It wasn't until he saw that neither of them had woken up that Shawn secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and put on his clothes.
"My life has been wild and free, 'Sister Emily' couldn't even take me down, and I almost did some messy things while drunk."
"What a sin, what a sin."
Shawn muttered, putting on his clothes and shoes.
He hopped a few times in place like a golden rooster standing on one leg, but his heel didn't go into the shoe. Then Shawn saw another pair of shoes on the ground nearby.
Following the rounded toe of the dark bronze leather shoes upwards, there was a pair of gray overalls, followed by a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt…
"Uh haha… Good morning, Hershel."
Shawn looked at the old man, his face frozen.
In his heart, a strong sense of righteousness screamed loudly:
"It's not my fault, I didn't do anything!"
"I clearly let go of two opportunities; I am the true gentleman!"
But looking at the old man's expression, Shawn couldn't say anything when it came to it.
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