Chapitre 446: Merle's Group

As Daryl looked back, Merle's eyes shifted to one side and his brother's machete attacked to the side of his shoulder.

"Rrrr!"

At some point, a walker appeared from the other side of the front of the car, and Merle's knife was firmly embedded in its head. The arms that wanted to hold Daryl fell to the ground, and after Merle withdrew his machete, he kicked this walker with his right foot.

Daryl also realized that something was wrong, so he immediately stepped aside and then saw the situation behind him clearly. Just as he was about to thank him, he saw the corner of Merle's mouth curve, and a somewhat mocking tone sounded in his ears: "Wow little brother, what's the problem? Does living in the city make your joints rusty?"

"Hey, you have to take good care of yourself. I don't want to hear that my brother died while I wasn't paying attention, bastard."

"Don't worry, if a walker manages to bite me, you'll never know."

At this moment, the rest of the people also finished cleaning up all the walkers and were standing to the side listening to the disputes between the Dixon brothers.

Daryl exhaled again, then got on his motorcycle, started the engine, and drove down the side street.

Watching his brother's figure leave, Merle smiled. He wasn't worried about Daryl's safety. He was very aware of his younger brother's combat effectiveness. What he said a moment ago was just a way they understood each other.

Looking at the other people staring at him, Merle waved his hand irritably: "Hurry up, get on the modified RV. We have to continue down the road."

Negan followed behind the crowd with a baseball bat over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the situation on both sides of the road back and forth, but his eyes landed on a slim figure next to Merle.

Hanna had come out of the modified RV at some point and was cleaning her machete with a piece of used newspaper at the moment. She followed Merle's movement a moment ago and decided to follow him.

Merle hasn't been at the base for a long time until recently, so Hanna had never been in contact with the other two.

In addition, Merle and Negan didn't know each other, but Airon had recommended this man's help. He soon found out that Negan knows how to defend himself and is a smart man, making him very suitable to go with them.

And Airon is very confident that the current Negan is not the self-centered type of person, and even now he still has the enthusiasm and sincerity of a teacher.

Although there were only a dozen people in the group, they were fully equipped as when they went to Washington. Airon didn't send many special people, but the group that went out this time had good skills.

It can be said that even though there were no military personnel in this group, they could be considered very dangerous with the equipment they carried.

Along with the large amount of supplies and ammunition equipped on the RV, it can be said that they are well-prepared this time.

Negan silently followed the little Hanna to the modified RV, and after a while, the motorhome began to slowly accelerate and continued westward.

Inside the vehicle, Negan sat calmly not too far from Merle, looked at the little Hanna next to him with great interest, and suddenly turned to Merle and asked a question: "Why bring a child? Wouldn't it be better to leave her in the city?"

Merle wasn't very enthusiastic about this man. He didn't know him at all and felt very strange about him.

"I'm not a child!"

But before Merle could say anything, Hanna, who was playing with the machete on the side, answered Negan's question.

The corner of Negan's mouth curved, instead of arguing with her, he changed the subject and asked, "A man named Glenn told me a lot about you. Let me introduce myself, I'm Negan, and before the end of the world, I was a physical education teacher."

Upon hearing his introduction, Merle didn't express any of his feelings. After a few minutes, he gruffly said, "Listen, I don't know you, physical education teacher! If you want to get close to me, you need to show trust first. There are strong communities out there that want everything we have, you understand what I'm saying?"

"Of course, and that's why Airon gave me a vote of confidence." Negan didn't say much. He could see that Merle was a little suspicious of him. He knew it was useless to deal with a man like him who, from what he knew, connected more with men of that character.

Except for Negan, the people in the RV are more or less familiar, even Aarón and Eric, who have never met Merle, at least won't feel excluded as they travel together.

In this strange environment, the RV headed southwest, what awaited them?

Negan's group was heading to Texas, but they could find much more interesting things along the way.

There are many survivors in Texas, and these large and small survivor groups are scattered all over, from a small team of a dozen people to a large organization of thousands of people.

Airon knew this, but he didn't want to expand his dominance too much, so he decided to take the territories around the central base that connected with Atlanta.

At this moment, two cars were parked in an open space on the border in east Texas to rest. The roof and both sides of the car were guarded, while someone else was in charge of making food.

The dishes were common, simple but perfectly filled the stomach.

No one in the group was an expert cook, so they couldn't work miracles with the food.

There were more than a dozen walkers lying around the temporary camp, and all of them had a hole in their forehead except for the guards and cooks, other people moved these walkers that exuded a slightly rancid smell away.

"Eric, help us bring some water to wash our hands."

Aarón had been helping move the walkers, so he asked Eric for help with this task.

"Okay, wait a moment." Without saying another word, Eric walked to the side of the modified RV, picked up a container and filled it with water, and all the people had gathered to eat.