Glenn quickly grabbed Shawn, shaking his arm.
Seeing that Glenn had actually started to act spoiled with him, Shawn quickly pushed his hand away.
"For Maggie, you'd really do anything," Shawn conceded defeat.
Then, Shawn put away his smile and said seriously,
"I am officially informing both of you now."
"Effective immediately, you are not allowed to engage in any labor, nor are you allowed to participate in any outdoor missions, even if it's just a Search mission."
"Especially you, Glenn."
"From now on, you'll be on clerical and logistics duty."
"If I find you secretly following the army on a mission, you'll never wear this combat uniform again."
"No matter how you cope, you must personally witness the birth of the child before you are allowed to resume your original post."
"This rule applies to both of you, and there's no room for negotiation."
Shawn spoke earnestly.
There was also a reason why Rick was allowed to stay in the Camp for a long time back then.
Lori hadn't given birth yet, and Shawn would not force Rick to leave under any circumstances.
In the original plot, just one disappearance within the Prison meant eternal separation.
The same applied to Glenn and Maggie; Glenn didn't even get to witness the birth of his own child.
This was too cruel for Glenn.
Shawn had always been relatively lenient with his own people.
So, for Glenn and Maggie, Shawn could give them the greatest preferential treatment, aside from missions.
"Actually, I can do some simple work," Maggie offered.
During her pregnancy, she could still help Hershel with some things, and recently she heard that Shawn had entrusted all matters related to planting to Hershel.
"Don't forget who's in charge of the Camp. It's decided, and no appeals are allowed."
After speaking, Shawn turned and left.
Leaving the young couple looking at each other.
Glenn looked at his combat uniform, then at Maggie.
His pitiful gaze made Maggie couldn't help but let out a giggle.
Today, they had witnessed another side of Shawn's 'domineering' nature.
...
After leaving the floor where the Hospital was located, Shawn found Eastman.
He still asked him to assess the psychological state and criminal index of those guys just brought back from The Terminus.
However, this time, Shawn added a little something extra.
"Old Eastman, you've been at the Prison for so long, you must be used to it by now, right?" Shawn looked at him with a smile.
Seeing Shawn start this way, Eastman felt a sense of familiarity, then spoke helplessly,
"Everything is good here, much better than the stone house I used to live in, and there are many friendly companions..."
Eastman first praised for a while as usual, then directly asked,
"Is there anything else I can help with?"
Shawn snapped his fingers.
"I was waiting for you to say that."
Shawn said, "You were able to teach Morgan, so your close-quarters combat skills can't be bad. Teach me sometime."
Eastman looked at Shawn suspiciously.
"What stimulated you?"
"I've never seen a survivor more violent than you. I don't think you need these skills."
Eastman's words were both subtle and direct.
"No, I need them." Shawn stared intently at Eastman.
"Okay, you need them." Eastman was a bit helpless.
"If you have time, you can find me in the corner of the pasture tomorrow morning."
"Thanks. An old person in the family is like a treasure; it's really true."
Shawn patted his shoulder and turned to leave.
Watching Shawn's retreating figure, Eastman touched his bald head and murmured with a lost look in his eyes,
"But I'm only 39 this year."
...
Another night fell.
Facing the darkness again, people did not feel panicked.
The warm lights opened at the four corners of the pasture in front of the Prison made everyone feel at ease.
The Prison remained brightly lit at night.
This was not only a sign of abundant energy but also a display of the Prison's strength.
They were not afraid of the Walker's disturbances attracted by the lights.
Autumn mosquitoes seemed to have decreased, and even eating cross-legged on the grass would not result in bites.
People sat in groups, cross-legged, sharing interesting things they had encountered throughout the day.
Until Shawn's figure appeared in everyone's sight.
Like dominoes spreading out in a fan shape, people's voices quickly decreased in volume from near to far, until they disappeared.
The vast pasture was silent.
Looking from afar at this moment, one could see some people leaning against windows in the Administrative Building, holding a bottle of beer.
Others were leaning against the outer wire mesh corridor, standing on a high platform inside the high wall.
Their postures were varied, and their appearances differed, but at this moment, they all fell silent in unison, their gaze converged on Shawn, waiting for him to speak.
Shawn stood firm amidst everyone's gaze; it was a very peculiar feeling, even more so than during his last speech.
Shawn felt a sense of accomplishment, an intangible something that arose from the bottom of his heart.
Shawn raised his hand, and a 'loudspeaker' was handed to him from behind.
"I heard that everyone has missed me lately."
Shawn strolled through the pasture, actively walking into the crowd.
"I also miss the waffles we ate on Friday!"
A voice came from an unknown corner, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Then I'm really a bit sad."
Shawn came to the middle of the crowd and responded casually.
Under everyone's gaze, he raised his hand and pointed to the widely opened lights on all four sides.
"These lights are the original lights of the Prison. Jacob repaired them, and they can still be used. You should all know what it means for me to turn on the lights tonight, right?"
"We know." Everyone said in unison.
It meant that the Prison's energy was sufficient, and it meant that the message that had spread through the crowd earlier was not a rumor.
The Prison had truly achieved energy independence.
"That's good, electricity is a good thing."
"We all come from civilized society, but we are not barbarians born in primitive society. Electricity and light can make us feel at ease."
Shawn's words resonated with everyone, and they all agreed.
"It's just that I hope everyone doesn't feel too at ease." Shawn suddenly changed the subject.
"The old era has become the past; we are now living in a new era."
"Crisis and anxiety are reminders for us to always be aware of threats that may strike at any time."
Immediately, Shawn recounted the events of The Terminus.
He didn't go into all the details, only highlighting the nature of The Terminus.
After hearing what Shawn said, the entire place fell silent. Aside from the Zealots who seemed indifferent and looked around, most people were stunned.
They hadn't expected that in this world, there were still Cannibal Tribe who had degenerated to such an extent.
Even more unexpectedly, they would deliberately cultivate other survivors to become Cannibal Tribe like themselves.
Shawn observed the reactions of everyone present.
Originally, Shawn hadn't intended to let everyone know about The Terminus.
But the incident with the Reapers today served as a warning to Shawn; now he wanted to make everyone wake up together.
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