The entire Guard Room was quite spacious.
It could basically accommodate over a dozen people walking around.
Inside, there were some warehouse shelves storing personal belongings of Prison guards and relevant documents.
In a corner, two sofas were pushed together to form a bed, serving as a temporary resting area.
To Shawn's pleasant surprise, leaning against the side wall of the Guard Room were several guns.
Next to the guns, in a translucent display cabinet, were several pieces of pure black riot gear.
These outfits were identical to those worn by the two Walkers Shawn had dealt with outside.
Besides these, there were also over a dozen hard rubber batons.
"Have you found the alarm switch?"
Shawn withdrew his gaze and turned to ask Shane, who had been scanning the main console.
"Found it."
Shane only relaxed once he saw a small slide switch, which he then moved to the off position.
"Now that the alarm is off, we can open the Power Generation Room in one go."
"Everyone probably hasn't seen the light of an incandescent bulb in a long time."
Shane seemed unaware that his description of the Camp now leaned more towards 'everyone'.
His words gradually began to show consideration for the entire Camp.
Shawn nodded: "On the way, we can make a stop at the cafeteria to see if there's any unspoiled food left inside."
"Recently, due to high consumption, food consumption has also been very high, so we need to stock up on more food as soon as possible."
"Relying solely on the seeds Hershel brought, we'd starve to death by the time they're harvested."
Shane agreed in response.
He turned and scanned the shelves where personal items were stored, finally settling his gaze on a manual razor.
Shawn walked over, followed Shane's gaze, and immediately chuckled.
"It's about time Rick shaved his beard."
"Looking at him, I can barely recognize him."
Before Shane's eyes, Rick seemed to appear with a full beard and a look of deep vicissitudes of life.
When Shane had last looked closely at him, he had only then realized how much Rick had changed.
It felt as if just a second ago, the two of them were sitting in the patrol car, cracking lame jokes only they found amusing.
But the next second, they were truly living in this apocalypse, living day to day with no guarantee of survival.
Fortunately, with Shawn now, everything was developing in a positive direction.
Even Shane was no longer stubborn, and the team was thriving.
Standing beside Shane, listening to his words, Shawn inexplicably recalled the blind fortune-teller who had once read his fortune.
'In this apocalypse, that dead blind man is truly making a fortune, because there's blood calamity every day.'
Shawn struggled to suppress his laughter.
"Let's leave the item for now; we'll come back for it later. Anyway, there's only one passage here, so it's on the way."
Afterward, the two rested in the Guard Room for a while, eating a few energy bars they had brought with them.
Feeling much better, they set off, heading towards the Power Generation Room.
The deeper they ventured into the Prison, the more Fork in the Road they encountered.
Fortunately, with the map in hand, Shawn could roughly determine the correct direction.
After walking for about 20 minutes, the two stopped at the entrance of a double door.
From other passages in all directions deep within the Prison, faint growls of Walkers could be heard.
These were the Walkers that had escaped from the three local areas, ABC; they roamed deep within the Prison, forming wave after wave of zombie hordes.
Fortunately, there were no signs of Walkers at the cafeteria entrance, and the two arrived here unhindered.
Looking at the cafeteria's double doors, Shane raised his hand to open them, but Shawn stopped him.
"Do you hear anything?"
Shawn frowned, feigning doubt.
Hearing Shawn's words, Shane lowered his hand, tilted his ear against the double doors, and listened intently.
"It sounds like... someone is talking?"
Now Shane also frowned; he never imagined that there could be other survivors in this eerie Prison, and they were in the cafeteria.
If they were to know where they were...
How would the Prison be divided?
How would the cafeteria be divided now?
Shane looked at Shawn, his eyes flickering several times.
He gripped his shotgun tightly, itching to act...
"Could it be surviving Prison guards or prisoners?" Shane suddenly asked.
Earlier, at the main entrance of the Prison, they had encountered a surviving team of Prison guards.
And in such a large Prison, it didn't seem hard to understand that a few of the incarcerated criminals could have survived.
After all, Rick had also survived with only a hospital bed blocking the door.
"What do we do?"
Having made up his mind, Shane looked at Shawn without hesitation, asking for his opinion.
Suppressing his temper and not acting on his own, Shane had already given Shawn enough respect.
"No rush, we both have shotguns in hand. Let's see who they are first."
"If they don't cooperate, I won't show mercy."
Shawn smiled and patted Shane's shoulder; he liked having such an action-oriented subordinate.
Shawn held the remington in his hand and planned.
"Two doors, one person opens each."
As his words fell, Shawn raised his hand to push the door, and Shane also kicked it open without hesitation.
The moment the double doors opened, the two immediately entered in single file.
Their gun barrels aimed in two different directions, tacitly leaving their backs to each other.
"FBI, drop your weapons!!"
Shawn roared, and several figures inside the cafeteria froze, seemingly still not understanding what was happening.
Noticing Shane's somewhat strange gaze, Shawn chuckled.
"What are you looking at? I've wanted to shout that for a long time."
As he spoke, the two moved closer into the cafeteria, dragging their shotguns.
The layout of the entire cafeteria was very clear; a quick glance was enough to confirm there were no extra survivors or Walkers.
Shane caught sight of the figures hiding in the kitchen, dressed in prisoner uniforms, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Ding ding ding--
Target automatically locked--
Ammunition ready, awaiting officer's command!
Clearly, in Shane's eyes, these former prisoners were the most unstable element.
Most of them were rotten people, beyond redemption.
They were even more rotten than the already decaying Walkers.
His finger rested on the trigger; a slight pull was all it would take to riddle them with holes.
Shane's gaze seemed to guide the gun barrel, never leaving them for a second.
As a police officer who had undergone professional training, Shane was well-versed in the shooting philosophy of emptying the magazine.
He consistently advocated for thorough harmless disposal!
He firmly defended the safety of everyone in the Camp!
He strongly supported waste classification and decomposition in the apocalypse!
"FBI?"
"But it seems we're not under your jurisdiction..."
A strange voice suddenly came.
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