The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Caesar swiftly and cleanly annihilated all the zombies and sat down on the ground.

Exhausted, Moore lay on the ground, and when he turned to the side, he could see the head of a zombie with its mouth open. His chest heaved violently, and he had no mind to pay attention to the zombie next to him.

The mother, holding Ida, sat not far away, watching the newcomer with timid eyes.

Caesar removed his helmet, smiled, and extended his hand. "Hello, my name is Caesar, the leader of Yellowstone."

The mother's eyes widened, and she happily grasped Caesar's hand: "It is an honor to meet you, Leader Caesar. My name is Monica, and this is my daughter, Ida."

"Hello, Ida."

Caesar then reached out to Ida.

Like a little adult, Ida shook Caesar's hand, just like Monica did. "Hello, I'm Ida, and I'm five years old."

Caesar was amused by Ida's appearance.

"Leader Caesar, I have a question for you."

Monica mustered her courage and asked in a low voice.

"Just call me Caesar, or you can call me Boss, that's what people in Yellowstone call me." Caesar waved his hand, indicating that Monica didn't need to be so reserved.

Monica had no choice but to change her tune, "Sir, boss, I'd like to ask if Yellowstone would allow me and my daughter to join?"

Monica had encountered some friendly camps before, most of which had only a dozen or so people. She had asked to join, but they all refused.

It was all because of Monica's daughter, Ida. A five-year-old child was considered an unstable factor; they worried that if Ida joined, her disobedience would attract walkers, leading to the destruction of the camp.

Monica also knew that Moore had previously said that Yellowstone would let them join.

But when it came to her own and her daughter's survival, she couldn't rest easy and could only seek reassurance again and again.

Caesar looked at Monica seriously. "I have a few questions for you. Please answer them."

Monica nervously squeezed her daughter's little hand and nodded.

"How many walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed? Why?"

"Caesar asked."

Monica paused for a moment before replying.

"I've killed more than a dozen zombies."

"...I've only ever killed one person." Monica lowered her head, looking at her daughter's head, tears welling up in her eyes and falling onto Ida's head.

Amy touched her cool head, looked up at the crying Monica, and sensing her mother's low spirits, she hugged Monica tightly, burying her little head in her arms.

Hold Monica's hands and pat them gently, just like a mother would comfort her.

After a moment's pause, Monica continued, "I killed... my husband. He was bitten by a walker."

"He...he has a high fever, and I don't know what to do."

"People outside say that if you get a fever, you'll turn into a man-eating monster," Monica said, tilting her head back and sobbing as she continued.

"My husband and I have both seen other people turn into that horrible state."

Monica wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, forced a smile, and reached out to pat Ida's little head.

"My daughter is the apple of my husband's eye. He didn't want her to see him become like that, so he begged me, begged me to do it."

"Waaah..."

Monica could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Ida started crying along with her mother, pressing close to her and trying to stop her from crying.

Caesar sighed as he watched the mother and daughter embrace.

In this world, such things happen all the time.

I am just a lucky person.

"You can join Yellowstone now."

The basement remained quiet for a long time.

"Why did you come alone?" Moore asked.

Caesar glanced at him and scoffed, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll die?"

"Fuck." Moore's lips twitched. "If you hadn't come, I could have killed them all."

"Really? I just saw someone being bounced around like a bowling ball."

Caesar vividly described More's appearance just now.

Moor was furious and snapped.

After a while, Caesar explained, "There are too many walkers outside. We're drawing them away in waves, but we can't draw them too far."

"They will automatically return once they stray too far from the group."

"That's strange."

Caesar recalled that scene, his expression turning solemn.

"So we had no choice but to risk attracting a large number of zombies, and it worked very well, so I led my men in."

"This area has the most walkers in the area. Even though many walkers have been attracted away, there are still a lot left. I can barely make it through by myself, but I can't do it with them."

"They should be here soon."

Moore nodded, then, as if suddenly remembering something, said, "I suspect it's related to their migration."

"Migration?" Caesar narrowed his eyes, a flash of inspiration striking his mind.

Yes, migration.

Why didn't I think of that?

In the original series, Green Farm was completely destroyed by the horde of walkers that migrated from Atlanta.

That zombie horde was extremely terrifying; the mere entry of the front of the horde into Green Farm destroyed the entire farm.

If Rick's group hadn't retreated quickly enough, they would all have become part of the walkers.

That's true. Atlanta has a permanent population of 420,000. Even if we take a conservative estimate and 90% of them become zombies, that's still a whopping 370,000.

Although this may not sound like much, anyone who has witnessed a scene with tens of thousands of people knows how terrifying it is to see such a large number of people in front of them.

Not to mention the zombies that feel no pain and only know how to tear humans apart.

"Yes, migration, I think it's related to migration," Moore said.

"Okay, I understand what you mean. I'll talk to Dr. Jenner when I get back." Caesar patted Moore on the shoulder.

Not long after, a sound came from the entrance to the basement. The footsteps were quick and distinct from those of the zombies.

"Boss, boss, are you guys downstairs?"

"You've finally arrived, damn it, come and pull me up."

Upon hearing it, Moore knew it was his teammate's voice, so he stopped pretending and shouted loudly.

"Captain, Captain!"

Excited shouts echoed from the passageway as the members of Moore's squad eagerly entered the basement.

Several of the younger soldiers suddenly threw themselves on Mo'er and burst into tears.

"what!"

Moore cried out in pain, pushing and kicking as he cursed fiercely.

"Get out of here, all of you get out of here! What are you crying for? Are you a child?"

"The workers aren't dead yet, and they keep crying."

Mohr couldn't stand seeing his teammates acting like sissies, crying and whining incessantly.

Instantly, the entire basement was filled with joyful laughter.

The faces of the soldiers who had just looked miserable turned bright red. They had gotten used to Mo's way of expressing himself and helped him up to walk out.

After leaving the basement, the ground outside was bathed in moonlight, which looked like a pile of shattered silver from a distance.

Under the moonlight, the convoy quickly left Atlanta and returned to Yellowstone.