The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

　　"Buzz buzz buzz…"

　　After lifting the quilt, a few flies flew out, followed by a strong stench.

　　Because he was covered with a quilt, and the room smelled strongly of disinfectant, Karl didn't smell anything.

　　But now, with the quilt lifted, the stench could no longer be blocked.

　　There was a dead body on the bed.

　　No,

　　It's not a corpse, he's still alive, it's still alive, it's a living zombie.

　　It is very quiet in bed, but not because it wants to be quiet.

　　Its limbs were tied up with belts, but if only the limbs were tied, there was no way the zombie would stay still and not make any noise.

　　Its eyes and nose had been dug out, and fat maggots were happily wriggling in the exposed, disgusting flesh.

　　The jaw was also removed, and the tongue was broken very deeply, leaving only a very short half.

　　Even the neck was opened.

　　That's right, open it.

　　The skin and flesh were made of glass. The trachea was cut open, the Adam's apple was taken out, and the vocal cords were gone, but the cervical vertebrae were still intact.

　　It was this cervical vertebra that supported the zombie and allowed it to slightly twist its head, letting Carl know that it was still alive.

　　Well, other than the head, the rest is worse, so I won't go into details here.

　　Because Carl couldn't bear it anymore.

　　Karl thought that his psychological endurance was already very good, but now...

　　Carl service.

　　I can only say, whose talent is this masterpiece?

　　Yes, he is a talent, and if he were still alive, Carl would admire him very much.

　　Because he probably wasn't torturing the corpse. No one would be so boring.

　　He was studying zombies, and even this method was very similar to Carl's imagination.

　　But Carl hadn't thought it was that deep...

　　At the same time, Carl also found several different kinds of vascular clamps. One was in the zombie's chest cavity, and the others were beside the bed.

　　At this time, Carl finally understood what those surgical tools were used for.

　　It was actually used on a zombie. Now, not only the hemostat, but everything else is unusable.

　　Not to mention whether it can be completely disinfected, even if it can be, Carl would not dare to let Glenn use the mobile phone tools used by the zombies.

　　This damn zombie virus is not any known virus. If it were a known virus, the world wouldn't be in such a mess.

　　"Karl, what's wrong?"

　　Seeing that Karl had been standing by the bed for so long, Sean came over to take a look with some concern, and then,

　　Then Sean was also stunned.

　　"Have you found any other tools?" Carl asked.

　　Sean shook his head, "Not yet, what's going on?"

　　"It doesn't matter. Let's find a set of surgical equipment as soon as possible, and then we can leave as soon as possible. The one we just used is useless."

　　"Okay." Sean frowned, but knew the occasion was inappropriate, so he didn't say much.

　　The two searched the room carefully but found no other surgical instruments.

　　In desperation, Sean and Carl left the room and prepared to look somewhere else.

　　When leaving the room, Carl looked back at the zombie. What kind of person could do such a thing?

　　Being able to calmly remove most of the body parts of a zombie means that he is at least calmer and braver than most people.

　　Such people, if their luck is not too bad, should be able to survive in this doomsday.

　　But none of the wounds were fresh; all of them had rotted into a mess.

　　Considering the zombies' resistance to decay, that person may have done it nearly a month ago.

　　But the original drama did not have any information about that unknown existence, not even this corpse.

　　But this is also normal.

　　Anything can happen where the camera doesn't capture it.

　　In the corridor, Sean and Carl continued to move forward slowly. They had passed several doors, but they did not go in.

　　Some rooms obviously don't have surgical equipment, or the chance of having one is almost zero.

　　After all, everything is possible and we cannot make absolute judgments.

　　For example, is it normal for there to be surgical equipment in that "smoking room"?

　　impossible.

　　But what if someone happens to bring it in?

　　There is such a chance, but it is very small. Carl understands that, but there is no need to waste time on such a small chance.

　　Finally, Carl stopped.

　　"Prop Room"

　　Although I don't know whether this prop refers to a surgical instrument, the probability of it being so is much higher.

　　Sean pushed open the door, with Carl standing guard behind him.

　　The beam of light from the flashlight shone into the room. Suddenly, the two of them were stunned for a moment. Then, Sean pulled Carl up and turned to run.

　　"Uh uh uh..."

　　The roars of the zombies came from the room, very densely.

　　"Bang!"

　　The sound of the object falling to the ground was so harsh. It wasn't Sean and Carl, but the zombies in the house who knocked something over.

　　This time, Sean and Carl were very sure that there was no chance of luck. The noise would definitely attract the attention of many zombies.

　　Carl suddenly stopped, took a few steps back to the "prop room", grabbed the door and slammed it shut.

　　"Carl, we have to go, quickly!" Sean became anxious.

　　The roars of zombies could be heard everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where they were.

　　"No! I saw it, Sean, it's the third door on the right in front of you, open it!" Carl spoke quickly.

　　Sean hesitated for only 0.01 seconds, then ran to the door, opened it, and shone the flashlight into it.

　　There were no zombies. It was then that Sean noticed the sign on the door frame out of the corner of his eye.

　　"equipment room"

　　At this moment, the roar of zombies could be heard from the corridor where the two came from, and it was particularly obvious.

　　"Sean, hold them off, give me a minute!"

　　Carl greeted him and ran into the equipment room without looking back.

　　"Of course!" Sean smiled bitterly, took out a dagger, and was about to step forward when he saw the zombies in the corridor.

　　There were a lot of them, at least not ones that could be solved with a dagger. This time Sean did not hesitate, put the dagger back and pulled out the Beretta.

　　Flashlight in left hand, Beretta in right hand, left hand under right hand, standard Harris technique, without much hesitation, pull the trigger.

　　"Bang!"

　　When Carl heard the gunshots, he knew the situation had become extremely urgent and he didn't dare to delay at all.

　　The flashlight beam quickly swept across the room. There were many large equipment here. It was a treasure trove.

　　But what Carl needs now is not them. They are useful, but he can't take them away.

　　Finally, the beam of light swept to the side of the wall, where there was an iron rack leaning against the wall, and on the iron rack were what he needed.

　　A complete set of unopened surgical instruments, medicines, syringes, and other various gadgets.

　　Carl didn't take anything extra, just a complete set of surgical tools and quickly ran out of the room.

　　It's not that Carl didn't want to take it, it's just that there was no time. The gun had already fired six times.

　　"Bang!"

　　This is the seventh tone.

　　At this moment, Sean was very grateful to the designer of this school for not designing the corridor to be very wide.

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