I Come To Change the World of Walking Dead

Negan was the first to rush into the house. He immediately took out his weapon and pointed it at the strange man, while desperately waving everyone into the house.

The zombies appeared as expected, and they would rush out from around the corner within ten meters. As long as one of them discovered them, it would attract the rest of the zombies, and then more and more zombies would surround them, and they would Completely trapped here.

There was no time to worry about the group of guys who had attacked them out of nowhere. It was important to save their lives.

Almost at the same time as the first zombie appeared, the last person rushed into the house, then gently closed the door, then sealed the door and drew the curtains to block all places where they might be exposed.

Before the corpses swarmed outside the house, Negan quickly led people to quickly check each room.

It wasn't until they confirmed that there was really only one man in the room that everyone relaxed a little and put down their weapons.

Looking at the man standing in the corner with his hand raised, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Negan stretched out his hand and lowered his voice.

"Thanks, there's nothing we can do. We can't be too careful these days."

"Understood, I didn't take it seriously."

The man just spread his hands, looking at his expression as if he had done something insignificant.

The man was obviously not very interested. After saying that, he walked to the corner and sat down.

Negan wanted to say something else, but just as he was about to speak, he heard a scratching sound coming from the outer wall of the house, and then dense crashing sounds continued to sound.

The corpses are coming!

Making a silent gesture, Negan walked quietly to the window, stretched out his hand to open a small gap in the curtain, and carefully observed the situation outside.

Sure enough, a large number of walking corpses passed by on the other side of the house. This was probably related to the humid air at the seaside. Coupled with the exposure to the sun, these walking corpses seemed to be more rotten.

So several people were trapped in the house. They didn't dare to make a sound or move, for fear of making any noise and attracting the corpses outside.

There was a rotten smell floating in the room, which made several people couldn't help but frown.

Negan quietly observed the strange man. He found that the other man had an expressionless look from the moment they entered the room. Except for being slightly nervous when he was pointed at at first, he sat in the corner with his head lowered the rest of the time. Don't know what to think.

The man's skin is slightly dark, and his clothes are dirty and stained with a lot of black blood. If you get closer, you can smell a sour smell. His hair is like a chicken coop, with a few grasses hanging on it.

His hands were bleeding and seemed to be injured, but the wounds were not bite marks, but probably cuts with sharp objects.

The man's expression was slightly dull, and he had always been downcast. He must have been hit. Negan guessed that the man might have lost a relative or something.

Time passed like this little by little. After about ten minutes, the movement outside the house finally gradually became smaller. Negan went to the window and took a look again. The tide of corpses had passed, and only a few walking corpses were still following. Behind them, there was no threat to them.

He glanced at the man on the ground, then glanced at Franklin and pointed to his hand, who nodded knowingly.

And he quickly took out the walkie-talkie from his waist.

"Mor! Can you hear me?"

"Copy that...are you okay?"

Maul's voice sounded quickly. He had been calling Negan. These people must be in trouble, but he couldn't say what it was.

Now that the call was finally connected, he was finally relieved, but the voice on the intercom sounded a little urgent.

"Listen, there is a large group of zombies heading in your direction. Take the time to get out of there. We are still safe now. Don't come to us yet."

"Copy that, we'll contact you when we get to a safe place."

It seems that Moore and the others haven't encountered the zombie wave yet, which makes Negan slightly relieved. The next thing they have to do is to stay here and wait for Moore and the others to be safe before gathering again.

But before that he had one more thing to do.

The man who had been cowering in the corner just now finally made some movement. He carefully leaned against the window and observed for a while. Seeing that it was safe outside, he walked back to the corner and picked up a bloody machete from the ground.

"I'm sorry, the situation was critical just now, and I haven't thanked you for the shelter you provided. You can call me Negan, the temporary leader of this team."

As he spoke, Negan stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

The strange man looked at several people, stretched out his hand to shake Negan's hand, and finally spoke.

"Travis...you don't need to thank me. We are all survivors. It is normal to help each other, right? If there is nothing else, I have something urgent to do, so I will take the first step."

Travis was obviously distracted when he spoke, forcing a smile on his face, and Negan could tell almost instantly that he was really in a hurry.

"Can you tell us? Maybe we can help. You just saved us and gave us a chance to repay you."

Negan's expression is very sincere, and his social skills are really innate. Even though he is undoubtedly the villain in the original show, he still has a large number of fans just by virtue of his personality charm.

And this Travis is none other than Madison’s husband and Nick’s adoptive father.

He is a kind person. It can even be said that in the end of the world, he is a little too kind. He is kind like the Holy Mother.

It wasn't until he learned that his biological son Chris died tragically at the hands of two gangsters that he finally broke out. If he could survive, he would undoubtedly become a strong enough person to survive in the apocalypse, but He quickly received his lunch.

At this time, Travis didn't know that his biological son had been taken away from home. He only saw the hotel sign lit up two nights ago and knew that there were a group of survivors here.

He came here with a glimmer of hope, and since it was night, he could only find a local house to spend the night. When he woke up, he happened to save Negan and others.

Travis is now in a hurry to go to the hotel, where he may have a chance to meet his relatives. As for the guy named Negan in front of him, he is not interested.

"I'm sorry, I'm really anxious. There are so many of you, and you have such good weapons. I believe it doesn't matter if you have one more person or one less person. I don't want to cause trouble, so if you don't mind, I can leave. ?"

As he spoke, Travis also waved the machete in his hand, indicating that it was his only weapon and would not pose any threat to them.

Negan raised his brows, and an indifferent smile appeared on his face. He put the baseball bat on his shoulders and made an inviting gesture towards the door.

"Of course, we don't have any ill intentions, we just want to help."

"Thanks."

After thanking him, Travis picked up a shriveled backpack and left.

At this moment, there was another sound on Negan's walkie-talkie.

"Negan, how is Lucy?"