Shawn walked along the path not far from the square.
He suddenly stopped: "Come out, everything is normal."
In the dark bushes, a few dark shapes moved, and Merle emerged from in front of Shawn, followed by Columbus.
Daryl came from the other side with Tallahassee, he brought his crossbow.
"How did they decide?"
Daryl used the faint light of the Community to see Shawn's face clearly.
"No matter what they decide, we're leaving here in two days. We've been away from the Prison long enough."
Shawn shook his head, not answering in detail, but directly telling Daryl what to do.
Then his gaze fell on Columbus behind Merle.
The boy was wearing a red top that didn't fit his body, and his feet were scuffing wet flip-flops, looking a bit comical.
He was also tightly clutching a wooden-handled, red-headed toilet plunger in both hands, seemingly intending to use it as a weapon.
Seeing this scene, a thought involuntarily popped into Shawn's mind.
'The spear is stained with blood, whoever it pokes dies!'
He shook his head, quickly breaking free from the bizarre image of Columbus wreaking havoc with a toilet plunger.
Shawn first led the group back into the villa.
He took a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard and poured about 40ml in front of Columbus.
Columbus held the glass and drank it all in one gulp, then took a breath and unceremoniously took the whiskey to pour and drink himself.
Shawn just watched him quietly, not rushing to ask, waiting for Columbus to calm down on his own.
Time passed minute by minute. When Columbus finished his fifth glass, a faint blush appeared on his face, and he was already slightly tipsy. Only then did he take a slight breath and look at Shawn.
"This wine is good, the best I've ever had... though I haven't had much wine."
Well, it seemed he wasn't just slightly tipsy; he was already starting to talk nonsense.
Shawn got up, originally intending to wait until Columbus sobered up tomorrow morning to ask him what had happened in the past few days, but as he passed Columbus, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.
Left with no choice, Shawn sat back down.
Columbus blinked and began to recount his experiences.
It turned out that Columbus, ever since that day, had traveled north but hadn't gone to 'Ohio.' He had merely made a circle in 'Tennessee' and then rushed back.
In Tennessee, he had immediately sensed that some people were following him, which scared him into rushing back without stopping.
But strangely, it seemed that later, two groups of people started following him.
It was only when they coincidentally ran into each other that Columbus was able to escape.
Originally, this feeling of being followed had disappeared after entering 'Virginia.'
But when Columbus started approaching Alexandria, it seemed to reappear.
Columbus carefully circled Alexandria City several times until he confirmed it was due to his own excessive stress and that no one was still following him, only then did he turn and come to the Community.
"Wait, you said you felt like you were being followed near Alexandria City?"
Shawn couldn't help but interrupt him at this point.
"Just an illusion." Columbus waved his hand: "I circled many times and found no problems."
Despite hearing Columbus say this, it did not cause Shawn to relax his brow. He exchanged a glance with Daryl, who was sitting on the opposite sofa.
Both of them stood up almost simultaneously. Merle was still holding a small, hard-won glass of whiskey, sipping it little by little.
He saw the two stand up and asked somewhat blankly, "What..."
Bang--!
Before Merle could finish speaking, a sound suddenly came from not far from the Community.
The first sound was like thunder in the night, followed by dense gunfire.
At this, not only Merle but even Columbus and the others instantly sobered up.
"No... it couldn't be me who brought them, could it?" Columbus asked nervously, stuttering.
"We'll talk about it later. Everyone except Columbus, follow me."
Shawn led the group to the Community entrance, where Diana had also appeared.
Shawn looked at the still intact Community gate, somewhat surprised.
At this moment, gunshots continuously came from outside the gate, without stopping.
Shawn looked at Diana: "What's going on?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but at least two groups are fighting outside right now."
"Shawn, they mean no good."
Diana narrowed her eyes; just hearing the gunshots, she could imagine how many people had arrived outside and how many hot weapons they had brought.
The two groups were fighting fiercely, seemingly having forgotten about the people of Alexandria.
Alexandria did not have an internal ladder. When Reggie designed the high walls, he didn't anticipate needing to fight'siege warfare' with other survivors, so they couldn't see outside from within.
Shawn tried to move the second layer of the inner gate's baffle and looked out.
It was blurry at night, and those people were in the jungle to the left of the gate.
The tall tree canopy blocked the faint moonlight, and Shawn could only vaguely see the fleeting flashes of fire when they fired their guns.
However, when he saw that the center of their firefight was not far from the 'forge' he had placed, Shawn could no longer remain calm.
The burning coal inside was what he intended to use to make gunpowder to fight the corpse tide; what if they destroyed it?
Shawn looked back; the search team members had only just arrived, realizing what was happening.
Seeing that some of them hadn't even buttoned their clothes properly, Shawn knew he couldn't rely on them.
Shawn looked at Diana: "Have Aaron and Heath bring weapons and follow me. I need to go out and check the situation."
Shawn was already considered half a leader of Alexandria, so how could Diana refuse?
Before long, two Fully Armed individuals appeared before Shawn. Among the people brought, Shawn only called Daryl.
As they left the Community in this situation, with the gate closed, they naturally had to leave their own people inside.
Shawn gave Merle a look before the gate closed, and Merle nodded subtly in understanding.
Those one or two sips of wine wouldn't cloud his mind; he had grown up with a bottle of wine as his pillow.
Taking the three, Shawn circled around, quietly moving from the road directly facing the gate to the jungle at the back.
This position was directly to the side of both groups, allowing Shawn to clearly see the situation on both sides.
With the 'helmet light mod' activated, it was almost like daytime for Shawn here.
Passing through the last patch of grass, Shawn gently pushed aside the weeds, first focusing his gaze on the group on the left.
This group looked somewhat chaotic, dressed in strange clothes, with men, women, old, and young.
His gaze fell on a corpse lying not far away, with a bullet hole in its cheek. Shawn narrowed his eyes.
Because on the forehead of this corpse, a large letter 'W' was written in blood.
Alexandria, W... Shawn could almost instantly associate it with that faction.
The reason for W was that it was the first letter of 'wolf.'
The Wolves
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