章節 97: Chapter 95 Diary
September 23, sunny
Practice various skills throughout the day, among which horse riding has made the greatest progress.
By the way, Bucephalus is growing up very fast and is a very nice boy. I like him very much and maybe I will be able to ride him soon.
Maybe I should talk to Maggie or Hershel sometime?
Beth's attitude towards me seemed to have changed a little. I really enjoyed spending time with Miss Beth, even though it was only for more than an hour. After all, the most important thing now is her own growth. Since then, she has never refused my milk.
Sean and his team also had a good harvest.
Nice day.
Carl took his diary, put it away, picked up another notebook and pen, and left the camp.
It's almost sunrise, and Carl is going to wait for the first rays of sunshine.
Before this, Carl didn't have the habit of writing a diary, but Carl felt that he shouldn't live in a muddle.
So on that day, when Carl suppressed the beast in his heart, he went to Hershel's house.
I asked about the date and "borrowed" a notebook and a pen from Hershel.
That day was the 20th and today is the 24th.
As for Bucephalus, it was the name Carl gave to the black pony he met in the stable, and he liked him very much.
Of course, the name was chosen by Carl himself and he hasn't told anyone yet.
Bathed in the sunshine, Carl recalled some things.
These days, Sean takes people out almost every day, but he will never take all the elderly people in the camp away.
Moore, Daryl or T-boy, at least one of them will stay in the camp.
Then Sean will take Zack and the other two with him. After all, they can't just stay in the camp and eat and drink for free, but they will only be given knives.
Yesterday, Sean and his team brought back some weapons and bullets, as well as five survivors.
After the sunshine, it's time to get down to business.
Well, down to business.
Carl came to the barn alone. The door was ajar, so Carl pushed it open and walked in.
The barn had been cleaned up and simply converted into a place for newcomers to live. To be honest, this place was actually more comfortable and spacious than a tent.
If you want privacy, wouldn't it be enough to just pull a piece of cloth? It's the end of the world, can you still ask for so much?
But Carl didn't move in, and neither did the other elderly people.
The barn was divided into two floors. Their beds were on the second floor. The first floor was very empty, with a wooden table in the middle and a few benches that were not very balanced.
It's handmade, it's good enough to be able to sit on it.
The five people who came to the camp yesterday were already waiting behind the wooden table. Moore was also there. Carl had asked him to come as a form of protection for himself.
"Hey, brat, you're a lot late!"
More sat on a stool at an angle with his feet on the table. His posture was heroic, but if he didn't have some skills, he would easily fall.
The other five people behind the wooden table seemed much more reserved, three men and two women, because what was about to happen would determine their fate.
As for what was going on, it was already agreed upon yesterday. It had some kind of interview quality to it, but it's hard to explain in just a sentence or two.
Simply put, some questions need to be asked. This was proposed by Carl, and Sean certainly had no objection.
Carl put his notebook and pen on the table and looked at Moore.
"I'm not asking you to be more serious, but please don't affect me when I'm doing my job, okay? You need to do your job well, serving as a jury."
"Shit, is my Master more of an indecent person? You asked me to come here."
"Well, you are very serious, can you take your legs off first?"
"Damn it, just take it and don't look at me like that." Moore took his leg away unhappily.
"Thank you." Karl brought a stool, made it as flat as possible, and sat down. He looked at the five people standing opposite him and asked, "Who will go first?"
"Ah? Moore, is this the kid asking us?" one of the black men asked with some disbelief.
"Shit, can't you see this? Do you need to ask me? Don't disturb your uncle More's nap." More cursed unhappily.
"If you have any questions, you can leave. Now, please don't waste everyone's time, okay?" Carl frowned slightly.
Leave, these two words are very effective. Even if you are confused or dissatisfied, you dare not show it in the slightest.
Several people looked at each other, and the black man walked to the opposite side of Carl.
"Sit down." Carl opened his notebook and picked up a pen.
After hesitating for a moment, he sat down somewhat stiffly.
"Name." Carl asked calmly.
"Brent Garcia." Brent answered honestly.
Carl picked up his pen and wrote down the initials, CB
Then he asked, "Age."
"Thirty-two."
"Profession."
"Wait, occupation?" Brent was a little confused.
Karl explained calmly, "It's a career before the end of the world, please don't interrupt me, thank you."
"Okay, I was a football coach before the apocalypse."
"Can you use a gun?"
"meeting."
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"...No, no." He answered after a few seconds of hesitation.
"Do you like killing zombies?"
"Like? What does that mean?"
"Don't interrupt, thank you."
"Okay, sorry, sorry, I don't like it. If possible, I hope I won't see those ghost things in my life."
"Want to stay?"
"Of course! I'll do anything as long as I stay."
"What about murder?"
Odds,
This time, Carl didn't rush. After about a minute, Brandt glanced at Moore and said, "Okay."
"Well, next one," Carl said.
"Did I... did I pass?" Brent asked nervously.
He hesitated for so long, not about whether to tell the truth or a lie. What Brent was thinking about was what the correct answer was, and whether he said it on purpose or really meant it.
In the end, Moore helped Brandt make up his mind. Judging from the guy's appearance, he must have killed dozens of people.
So... the correct answer should be, is it true?
"At least you can stay temporarily, but it depends on your subsequent performance." Carl said lightly.
"Thank you, thank you!" Brent was very excited. He stood up and kept bowing.
"Don't waste time, next one."
"Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry."
Brent stepped back excitedly and gave several of his classmates an encouraging look.
The second person was still a black male, but he looked younger.
"Name."
"Brandi Garcia."
Carl raised his head slightly, "What is your relationship with Brent?"
"He is my brother."
Karl nodded and continued to ask, "Age."
"twenty two."
"Profession."
"Before the end of the world, I was studying in college, majoring in finance, but I had many hobbies and specialties, such as basketball, rap..."
"Just answer my questions, don't draw a snake and then add feet to it."
"What do you mean?" Brandi was confused.
"Don't do unnecessary things, and don't say unnecessary words."
"Okay, okay."
"Can you use a gun?"
"know a bit."
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