Life in the Prison was too easygoing.
But no high wall can stand forever.
People need a sense of crisis; being prepared for danger is never a bad thing.
Shawn did not continue speaking, but instead gave them time to accept reality.
It wasn't until the discussions on the field began to rise, and the entire crowd was in an uproar, that Shawn raised his right hand and gently pressed it down, and the discussions gradually ceased.
Shawn's gaze swept across the faces of the survivors present.
Looking into their eyes, Shawn knew that his goal had been achieved.
A greasy light gleamed in people's eyes; Shawn saw fear in them.
This was different from the Governor's reign of terror over the Community residents in the past.
Shawn did not paint them a picture of a utopia, but instead built a truly solid fortress.
Shawn made them constantly remember fear, simply by truthfully informing them of everything that actually existed, nothing more.
Just as Shawn had patiently taught the Quarry Camp members before, he was now teaching the Prison members.
Compared to idealistic romanticism that only seeks the present and disregards tomorrow, Shawn hoped that everyone would be more practical.
"If there are still people who don't understand what I'm saying, then everyone might as well think about it."
"How many people's corpses did you have to step on to get here, to enter within these high walls?"
That's right.
The members now gathered in the Prison.
Whether they were from scattered survival Camps or large Communities, how many ill-intentioned people did they encounter on their journey?
If the person they met wasn't Shawn, they might not have arrived smoothly and would have died along the way long ago.
Dawn's authoritarian oppression at the Hospital...
The Wolf Pack's mad plunder during night raids...
The Cult's fanatical and tyrannical death charge...
Such situations are all too common in this world now.
It was only upon sudden reflection that everyone suddenly realized how much they had unknowingly experienced.
'The Warden is right.'
Many people nodded secretly, thinking to themselves.
A buzzing sound came from the megaphone, drawing everyone's attention back again.
"Perhaps some people will ask, what exactly should we do then? What should we do to avoid all this?!"
People's gazes moved as Shawn moved.
"Look at your feet!"
"Less than three months ago, this was just a Walker's paradise."
"But now, I can proudly announce that there are no more Walkers behind these high walls!"
As Shawn's tone rose, people on the field gradually stood up, their eyes only on Shawn's figure, softly echoing his words.
"This is our home, this is the sanctuary we rely on for survival!"
"So you ask me what to do?"
"Get moving! You are all a part of the Prison! Let the wind blowing from the north quicken your steps!"
"Show the restless survivors outside with your actions that we are not to be trifled with!"
"Pierce the heads of Walkers with weapons steeped in the tears of your loved ones, and clear out a pure land that belongs only to us!"
"If one day in the future, a more powerful force comes to us."
"If they want to divide our territory, take our families, and plunder our supplies, then we will only tell them with our actions..."
Shawn suddenly paused, and the entire field fell silent.
Suddenly!
"An eye for an eye, we will never give up!!"
As his words fell, Shawn raised his right arm high, his hand clenched into a fist at its highest point!
At this instant, the flame in everyone's hearts was completely ignited!
Everyone stood up directly, their faces flushed, their neck veins bulging, their voices hoarse!
At this moment, they seemed to have truly found a sense of belonging. Shawn's inspiring words made them feel that they and the Prison had become a Community of shared destiny, firmly bound together!
They not only had hope for the future.
Shawn seemed to transform into the last never-extinguishing Prometheus's sacred fire in the human world, vowing to lead people towards a correct future and embrace the light!
"Never give up!!!!"
Someone was roaring.
Someone was crying.
Their mouths seemed to be whispering to loved ones they had lost.
They were happy to have found a survivor Camp like the Prison and to have met a leader like Shawn.
Yet, they also felt sorrow and regret that their loved ones had not persevered to this point and had died too soon.
Someone proudly raised their head, eyes reddened at the corners.
It was as if they were speaking to everyone in the world: Look, this is our leader!
Someone trembled with excitement, their nails digging into their forearm, unable to say anything.
It seemed even they themselves hadn't realized that their eyes were already brimming with tears!
The unsettled people no longer feared in their hearts.
The wavering people firmed up their choice.
The lost people determined their goal.
The people with vacant eyes now had light in them.
This was a speech worthy of being recorded in the Prison's history.
Even later, many believed that this speech laid the foundation for the Prison's unshakeable dominant position.
This speech did not contain many flowery words.
But precisely because of this, it was simple, unadorned, and deeply moving!
Everyone that night clarified their core motivation for joining the Prison.
Just one speech united all the current members of the Prison!
This night was destined to be great.
Because on this night, the sparks ignited by humanity's fervent unity surpassed the terrifying low growls of the Walkers, and from then on, there was no more fear!
Seeing everyone's emotions rise, Shawn knew it was time.
Without letting them fully vent all their excitement and thrill, Shawn directly interrupted their revelry, pressing all their emotions down and keeping them suppressed in their hearts.
The field was silent; Shawn's control over the Prison reached an extremely terrifying level.
Shawn's tone softened, and he spoke in a voice just loud enough for everyone to hear.
"There's a discovery I've often observed while active outside."
"From the very beginning when corpses transformed into Walkers, until now, they seem to be gradually decaying."
"The speed isn't too fast, but it is indeed happening."
"This is how it is now; consider what if, after several years, Walkers are nothing more than brittle bones and rotten husks? No longer able to pose much of a threat to humans."
"Of course, these are just my speculations; everyone can observe it for themselves later."
"But if this is true, does it mean that as long as we endure this difficult period, we can be reborn?"
"So, strive to survive, strive to survive with us."
Whether in sighing or intentionally admonishing, Shawn spoke his last sentence, then turned off the megaphone and left the field.
But even after Shawn left, the people did not leave.
Having been abruptly interrupted by Shawn earlier, they felt as if something was missing.
It was as if a surge of passion was sealed within their bodies, and they constantly wanted to do something for the Prison, for Shawn, to release it.
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