Capítulo 479: The Stain in Washington
"I'm alive, for God's sake, thank you for saving me."
As soon as the young man woke up, his expression immediately became too cooperative. He thanked everyone non-stop, but the more observant ones knew that this young man was anxious, wanting to understand everything that was happening around him.
Merle stepped forward and looked at the man with great interest. Although the other party's face was stained with blood and dust, he could still tell that he wasn't older than thirty. He had long blond hair, but the walker mask was something that caught his attention.
Nervous under Merle's intense gaze, the man smiled nervously and then said, "I was just passing by, now I have nothing and I don't know how I can help you... However, I will definitely help you if you need my assistance."
Originally, he wanted to ask if they were going to let him go, but when he saw Merle's face, he felt terrified, so he quickly changed his mind.
Seeing that people of all kinds were looking at him, the man also noticed that his behavior seemed a bit inappropriate, so he adjusted his posture and sat down.
"Tell me, what's your name and how did you learn to use a walker's face to escape from the undead?"
...
After some questioning, they finally uncovered the truth. This man's name was Mack. When the end of the world began, he joined a shelter where he basically survived the first few months, but then food started running out, which angered many civilians and led the soldiers to start killing them. Mack miraculously escaped the soldiers and soon began wandering outside, which eventually led him to join a group of nomadic survivors who used walker masks to survive, but everything changed for them when they were attacked as soon as they entered Washington DC.
Mack evaded the important parts and recounted his own experience, but he didn't mention some crucial things, and all of this was caught by Merle's eyes.
He realized that the man in front of them wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't intervene. He just smiled strangely to others, which made Mack a little uneasy.
"Since you have nowhere to go, come with us. You can go to the supply truck in the middle and help with moving things. Do you have any problem with that?"
Mack shook his head without the slightest hesitation. As for what he was thinking, no one knew.
Soon, several cars stopped by the side of the road, and Merle winked at Hanna, who nodded understandingly and followed Mack to the materials truck at the back.
Neither of the two who were behind spoke a word, but Merle wasn't as reserved and said in a warning tone, "I don't want you to get it wrong, I know what happened with the woman last time. Remember, before people earn my trust, you shouldn't do anything out of my sight."
Since he first arrived in Texas, Merle still didn't care that Negan almost let Marlett go, and since then, he hasn't shown him a good face and has kept him close in everything he does.
He could see that Negan was a person with a strong will. This type of person was suitable to be a team leader, which was also the case. Before joining the S.C.T., Negan was the leader of a team of twenty.
But what is known is that he is not suitable to be a subordinate. He has too many ideas and it is easy for him to find himself in a situation where he doesn't follow orders. Merle is very familiar with this type of person, so he doesn't trust him to make decisions that he believes are necessary.
Under Hanna's leadership, Mack headed towards the middle supply truck. As soon as he opened the door, he could see a large amount of food and medicine stacked behind it, along with the oil tanker truck following behind. Surprised to find this, he immediately knew that the group had a significant background. Looking at the items in this truck, he knew that even if the current group didn't collect supplies, they could survive for at least a month.
Mack calmly found a corner and sat down, only to see Hanna redirecting the path, closing the car door with the back of her hand, and sitting directly in front of him.
Before, there were only two people in the supply vehicle in the front seats and one in the back, but now there were double just as a precaution.
Seeing Hanna getting into the truck at that moment, T-dog started talking more, occasionally glancing at the girl and chatting about some trivial topics.
Mack secretly glanced at the three people in the truck. The girl on the opposite side was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She seemed to have almost no fighting ability.
But the person who caught his attention the most was a man who was the driver. After hearing Hanna's introduction, he knew that this man was Felipe.
Seeing that none of the three seemed like bad guys, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began thinking about how to escape from here.
That's right, he lied when he said he was alone before. Although most of his people had died, there was still a possibility that they were hiding in Texas and he might find them in the near future.
Those people who attacked them when they tried to enter Washington were truly aggressive and killed everyone in their path using walkers and military-level weaponry.
Naturally, he wouldn't admit that the original group was a very ruthless and merciless group of people who used the skins of the dead to disguise themselves.
Because he was surrounded by numerous well-armed people, he didn't want to expose the truth about who attacked them or what he was really doing.
"Do you think the world has died?"
"No..." Mack responded to the girl's question.
"God, you're the first one to answer me that way."
As she said that, Mack's gaze unconsciously went to the dagger on the girl's waist and then immediately looked at Hanna, trying to show a harmless smile.
At that moment, Felipe from the front said, "The world isn't really dead, since we can still make beer."
"Hey!"
"Don't hit me!"
...
Mack is an intelligent man. Through brief contact, he felt that he had already figured out Hanna's character and thoughts. So, as long as he has a good relationship with her, his chances of escaping from here will be much higher.
Thinking about this, he hesitated no more, looked at the little girl who still had an angry face, and said, "How many walkers have you killed?"
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