Chapter 100: Patricia, Where Are You Going
Early in the morning, the town burst with powerful vitality. The streets were bustling with voices.
On the streets, Jacqui led people inspecting each house's situation. They were installing security doors on every door in the houses.
That is, doors made from several iron bars, able to prevent people inside the house from attacking others after turning into walkers, while not hindering personnel outside from attacking with weapons.
This was also one of the methods Caesar proposed after Dr. Jenner's explanation, able to effectively reduce accidents.
Caesar pulled the armored vehicle's door and shut it tightly.
Morales sat in the driver's seat, T-Dog sat in the passenger seat. The two were now like Caesar's Hum-Ha generals, always at Caesar's side keeping busy.
After waiting only a moment, Morales turned his head and said to Caesar: "Boss, the other vehicles have all been inspected. We can depart."
Caesar nodded. The convoy started.
Daryl still drove at the very front of the convoy. His hair had gradually grown longer. His entire person looked rather unkempt.
Caesar always suggested to Daryl to bathe more. Daryl turned a deaf ear.
The convoy mainly consisted of Glenn's squad and Caesar's squad members.
In the vehicle, Caesar opened his notebook. It recorded various affairs, including the town's food reserves, weapons reserves, and the most urgently needed things right now.
Caesar flipped through the notebook, thinking in his heart about the town's planting situation.
The town's member composition was mostly people from the valley. Valley people hadn't previously planted farmland, mainly focusing on animal husbandry, so very few people in town knew how to farm.
Caesar himself didn't know either. He could only seek help from outside.
Atlanta had libraries where he could find corresponding books, but that still couldn't compare to having teachers provide hands-on instruction.
The nearest target was naturally Hershel and his family. They were generations of farmers. Their planting techniques were sufficient for the town people to learn.
Moreover, they also had seed grain and various fruit trees.
Bringing these things back to the valley and relocating Hershel's family there, Caesar believed the town's planting techniques would undergo a qualitative leap in a very short time.
Thinking about it, Caesar's smile slightly receded.
You had to know, Hershel was a stubborn old man. If walkers hadn't destroyed the farm, Hershel absolutely wouldn't leave the farm. He'd even wanted to live and die with the farm at that time.
As for the current time point...
Caesar glanced outside the window. The scenery was rapidly retreating. The towering Black Pine cliffs were getting closer and closer.
Well, Hershel should still be dreaming his beautiful dream that the walker virus could be cured.
Perhaps this goal could be achieved in the future. However, at most it could only prevent people from being infected and turning into walkers. It couldn't convert walkers back into humans.
Dead was dead. They couldn't be revived.
"Boss, we've reached Buffalo Pass." Morales's voice was deep, calling back Caesar's wandering thoughts.
Caesar looked at the windshield. A mountain peak that looked like it had a section broken from the middle appeared before him, along with those out-of-place abandoned vehicles at the gap.
No one was guarding the surroundings. It looked extremely desolate.
Caesar furrowed his brows. "Buffalo Pass hasn't had anyone guarding it this period?"
Morales thought for a moment and answered: "Since Leon's ranch was destroyed, their people joined the town. No one came to guard the pass."
"As for Merle, he and his squad have been clearing walkers in the valley recently. The other squads are the same, so the pass guard position became vacant."
Caesar nodded, his brows gradually relaxing.
This was indeed his decision. Having finally occupied the entire valley, Caesar needed to quickly stabilize the valley's situation, clearing out unstable factors like walkers.
"Morales, in a bit, call a member to stay behind and notify Merle. Have Merle bring people to guard the pass for a period of time."
Caesar gave the order. Morales nodded.
The convoy stopped behind Buffalo Pass. Everyone got out of their vehicles.
Morales walked toward the pickups behind to complete the task Caesar had assigned.
Other combat squad members used several pickup trucks to push against the pile of abandoned vehicles from behind, slowly backing outward.
The abandoned vehicles moved forward slightly and automatically rolled down. Very quickly a road was cleared.
Caesar sat in the vehicle, driving out through Buffalo Pass.
"Morales, in a couple days when you go find construction sites to search for road-building materials, remember to find more concrete, steel reinforcement, steel plates and such."
Morales had no confusion, calmly agreeing: "Alright, boss."
"Searching for these things is to build a new gate, much more convenient and safe than the current abandoned vehicle pile."
"Afterward, go notify Jacqui. Have Jacqui and her subordinates come up with a proposal for me—how to build it, what materials to use. Make it as detailed as possible."
After Caesar finished explaining, he let out a long breath.
Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish.
Caesar's current territory only had two hundred-plus people, yet Caesar could already feel the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. This made Caesar start worrying whether his decisions had errors, whether they were the best methods, whether he'd considered everything comprehensively.
Such thoughts constantly circled in Caesar's mind. He could never shake them off.
After the convoy re-sealed Buffalo Pass, it went forward onto Route 85, driving straight ahead.
Beside Route 85, Greene Farm.
At Greene Farm's center was a huge old house. Smoke rose from the tall chimney. Someone was cooking food in the kitchen.
Patricia washed her hands, took a cloth to wipe the water from her hands, walked out of the kitchen, and shouted loudly toward the stairs: "Beth, the soup in my pot is still cooking. If it boils, turn down the heat."
From the stairs came Beth's crisp bird-like voice: "I know~"
Seeing Beth had heard, Patricia showed an indulgent smile, shook her head, and walked out of the house.
She walked toward the nearby chicken coop, picking out eggs from inside and selecting several old hens.
Patricia tensed her face, took a deep breath, imprisoned the old hens' feet with both hands, and exerted force.
Accompanied by the chickens' miserable cries, Patricia broke the old hens' legs.
After breaking all the old hens' legs in succession, she placed them in a burlap sack and pushed them toward the farm's barn on a wheelbarrow.
Patricia's face was somewhat unnatural. The diligent Jimmy jogged over from the stable area, smiling as he approached Patricia.
"Patricia, where are you going?"
Jimmy's smile was full of youthful vitality, carrying young people's enthusiasm and ease.
Patricia averted her eyes, shifting to the side. "Uh... I'm..."
Jimmy listened to Patricia's vague words and looked in the direction Patricia was heading.
In the middle of the grassland were two small paths worn by walking. At the path's end was a red barn.
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