Bang--!!
A 20-gauge slug shot out, piercing straight through the 'centipede head'.
The entire 'Walking Corpse Centipede' instantly fell from the ceiling, kicking up clouds of dust.
Shawn advanced instead of retreating, holding the remington and continuously firing, literally turning the remaining parts of the 'Walking Corpse Centipede' into a puddle of mush.
Clatter--
The remington slipped from his grasp, and Shawn collapsed to the ground.
In a daze, he tremblingly took out two Antibiotics from his system backpack.
But just as he was about to put them in his mouth, his mind could no longer hold on.
Shawn's vision went black, and he fell into a coma.
… …
Splatter--!
Blood splattered!
Shane quickly motioned for the two behind him to enter Zone C, and he locked the iron door from inside Zone C.
When the three of them exited the main gate of Zone C along the path they came, the sun was already nearing its setting, and the sky was gradually growing dim.
"They're out!"
Someone shouted.
Then, within a few seconds, the team members surrounded the three, led by Shane, in a tight circle.
The noisy sounds from all around made Shane's vision blur for a moment, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
"Let me through, give Shane some space to breathe!"
Rick's voice came from behind the crowd; he squeezed a path through the people, then had the surrounding crowd step back a few paces before crouching down to look at Shane.
"Hey, buddy, can you tell us what happened inside?"
"We heard a scream outside earlier."
Rick's voice was gentle, quietly comforting Shane.
As he spoke, he looked up at Oscar and Big guy, who had followed closely behind.
"They're fine, Shawn said so himself."
Only when the crowd retreated could Shane breathe some fresh air, and his hazy mind immediately felt a little better.
Shane waved his hand at Rick, telling him everything Shawn had said.
"Then where is Shawn now?"
Shane looked up; the person speaking was Carol.
A scent of meat and spices wafted from her.
Discovering that Shawn was not among the three, her initial joy instantly froze on her face.
Upon hearing Carol's question, the crowd immediately fell silent, all staring at Shane, even Rick was no exception.
Shane lowered his head at the sound, sniffing softly.
He didn't dare to look at Carol.
"We're not together."
"We encountered a Walker horde in the Prison; our original plan was to lure the Walker horde away, but something unexpected happened halfway through the plan."
"Shawn… Shawn led most of the Walkers deeper into the Prison…"
Whoosh--!
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions instantly varied.
The color drained from Carol's face even more instantly, looking somewhat pale.
Her body uncontrollably lost strength; several people next to her quickly supported her, preventing Carol from collapsing to the ground.
Everyone's faces were not looking good.
Shawn's choices had always been correct along the way; he had always considered the team, considered everyone.
So, in everyone's eyes, Shawn had long been the recognized leader.
But now Shane was saying something had happened to Shawn…
This was undoubtedly a major blow to most people in the team.
'Could something happen to someone as powerful as Shawn?'
There were also a few people who were unwilling to believe, unwilling to believe that Shawn, who had always shown himself in a powerful stance, would fall here.
Rick looked up, and seeing everyone's expressions, he thought, 'This is not good.'
He quickly looked at Shane, patiently continuing to ask.
"Did you see Shawn get bitten with your own eyes?"
"No."
Shane met Rick's gaze.
Seeming to understand Rick's meaning, he shook his head and only gave a conclusion, never saying that sentence.
And upon hearing Shane say this, the expressions of everyone present improved slightly.
"Rick, we must save Shawn."
Carol recovered, holding Rick's hand and sobbing.
"Of course, this is non-negotiable," Daryl interjected decisively.
"It's already getting dark, it will be very troublesome for us to go in now."
T-Dog frowned and analyzed.
"Isn't darkness your protective color?"
"If you're scared, you can continue to be a good boy at the Camp, haha."
Merle let out a cold, dry laugh, showing no politeness to the others.
"Merle, T-Dog doesn't mean that, don't be an asshole at a time like this."
Maggie looked at Merle and retorted.
"Hmm?"
"I don't recall when people from the Farm also had a say in the Camp."
Merle took two steps forward, menacingly.
"Hershel and them were all personally invited by Shawn!"
Glenn stood in front of Maggie, blocking Merle's aggressive gaze, and emphasized at the same time.
"Tsk--"
Merle sneered, just about to make a move, but Rick's low growl came from his ear.
"Can you two shut up?!"
Rick stood up with a 'whoosh', blocking between Merle and Glenn.
"Confrontation is the beginning of team division, what do you think you're doing?"
Rick frowned, looking back and forth into the eyes of Merle and Glenn and the others.
"Merle, if you really want to save Shawn, then please shut your mouth and stop causing trouble!"
Rick's finger heavily tapped a few times towards Merle's feet.
As Rick spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Merle's.
Only after Merle shrugged and took a step back, no longer raising objections, did Rick look around and speak loudly.
"T-Dog is right, going into the Prison at night will be very disadvantageous for us."
"Shane just came out of there, he needs rest!"
"Tomorrow morning, we will depart Fully Armed, with Shane leading the way for us!"
"But now, everyone… listen carefully, I mean everyone!"
"All of you get away from this door!"
Rick pointed to the back door of Zone C, where Shawn had entered.
"Just imagine, if even Shawn fell inside, what would be the consequences if you went in?"
As the crowd fell silent, Rick first nodded at Hershel, then looked at Glenn.
"Glenn, please lock this door later, put three locks on it, no one is allowed to go in tonight."
"Eat well, drink well, and we'll enter the Prison as soon as it's light tomorrow."
After speaking, Rick helped Shane up.
Shane had recovered a little strength, and the two walked together to the side of the Administrative Building.
With no one around, Rick directly asked Shane.
"Is there anything else you didn't say just now?"
Shane's face was covered in sweat after taking off his 'heavy tank suit' helmet.
"…I heard Shawn's roar, coming from deep within the Prison."
As soon as Shane said this, both of them fell silent.
After a long while, Rick patted Shane's shoulder.
"No matter what, don't tell anyone else about this."
Extra information would only cause panic in the Camp.
Leaving this sentence, Rick and Shane walked shoulder to shoulder into the Administrative Building.
But neither of them noticed.
Just inside an office on the first floor, on the side of the Administrative Building, a person was lying on an expanded cot.
After Rick and Shane left, Jim pulled back the thin cotton blanket and suddenly sat up.
He looked straight ahead, muttering in a somewhat dazed expression.
"Is that how it is? So that's how it is… I know what's wrong…"
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