The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

The governor suddenly turned around, glanced at the bushes in the distance, a look of suspicion flashing in his eyes, and stepped forward, his hand on the holster at his waist.

The men who were collecting the items nearby quickly followed, aiming their guns at the bushes.

With each step, the closer the governor got to the bush, the deeper his suspicion grew.

Just then, two zombies emerged from the bushes.

The moment the zombie appeared, the men relaxed, and one of them strode forward and killed the zombie with two slashes.

The governor frowned, but still walked over and parted the bushes.

There was nothing in the bushes except for a few signs of trampling.

It must have been those two zombies who stepped on it.

With this thought in mind, the governor's suspicions dissipated.

The governor looked up and glanced around. The wind was blowing and the trees were swaying, but there seemed to be no problem.

"ah--"

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the sky.

"Damn it, can't you just shut up?"

The governor cursed and immediately turned and walked back.

Ten meters away from this bush, in another bush, several faces could be seen through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

"This governor has a really keen sense."

"Just like the boss said, it's good that we hid the helicopter in advance."

"Heh, that one was done in a very secretive way. If it weren't for the other side releasing zombies to distract them, anyone with eyes could have seen that something was wrong."

As they spoke, they looked at the tall clump of tree branches that provided shade.

Even looking at it this way, you can clearly feel that something is wrong; I've never seen such tall bushes before.

Calling it a big tree isn't quite right either, because I've never seen a big tree with its trunk covered in branches.

The governor grabbed the screaming subordinate's mouth and plunged a dagger into his throat.

Fresh blood pumped by the heart gushed out from the throat.

The governor looked at his subordinate lying on the ground clutching his neck, his eyes cold, and casually ordered, "Deal with him."

Martin and his men quickly gathered up the scattered guns and ammunition and loaded them onto the vehicle.

The governor's expression improved considerably upon seeing these unexpected delights.

After getting into the vehicles, the convoy left the woods.

The body that was left behind had its throat slit and its head smashed.

The group of people hiding behind the bushes stepped out, and the leader took out a walkie-talkie and began to shout.

"This is Lieutenant Wells, calling the boss."

"Phew~ This is the boss, please speak."

Wells reported what had just happened.

At this time, on the outskirts of Woodbury.

Caesar, holding the walkie-talkie, said with satisfaction, "Well done, the plan is executing smoothly."

"An hour later, you will return to the valley in a helicopter."

"OK."

Caesar put down the walkie-talkie, stood up, and looked through binoculars at the main entrance of Woodbury.

Several guards carrying guns patrolled the main gate.

His expression was quite relaxed as he chatted with his companions while shooting at the zombies that appeared, giving off a carefree, childlike vibe.

Moore smacked his lips and muttered, "They're just a bunch of overgrown babies."

The disdain in his words was made without any attempt to conceal it.

Caesar did not deny More's statement; on the contrary, he affirmed, "That's right, they're a bunch of overgrown children."

Woodbury was a paradise the governor created for his daughter, fostering a superficial atmosphere of peacetime.

In reality, all the residents living there are like ostriches burying their heads in the sand, pretending that the apocalypse isn't so terrible.

Ironically, they ended up fooling themselves in the process.

Without struggling in the apocalypse and experiencing the trials of survival, they lack even the most basic survival skills.

Calling them giant babies is no exaggeration.

Daryl sat in a chair, picked up a bag of potato chips and ate them with relish, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Since you say they're giant babies, we can go find other teams."

"They will definitely join us as long as we extend an olive branch."

Daryl was confident in his words, and he often ventured out of the valley during the winter, frequently encountering survivors.

As a recruiter, Daryl has the authority to recruit people. After some questioning and investigation, he will bring these people back to Yellowstone.

When Daryl asked if they would like to join Yellowstone, all the survivors were extremely grateful, their faces practically overflowing with gratitude.

At this moment, Daryl would feel a sense of peace and warmth in his heart.

Therefore, Daryl did not understand why Caesar valued this force so much.

Caesar glanced at Daryl. "Daryl, I have a question for you."

Which is stronger, humanity's capacity for creation or its capacity for destruction?

Daryl paused slightly, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

"Hey bro, it's definitely a destructive ability." Mor sat casually next to Daryl, put his arm around Daryl's shoulder, and asked leisurely.

Caesar nodded. "That's right, it's destructive power. Not to mention it's the apocalypse now."

"The governor is no peaceful neighbor. If he knew of our existence, he would not hesitate to devise a war plan against us."

"Of course, we are very powerful, and he can play some tricks behind our backs. Although I am confident that Yellowstone will not be defeated by him."

"But if we can avoid losses and directly eliminate the enemy, why not do it?"

Daryl lowered his head, lost in thought.

He had investigated the governor and was naturally aware of the group's reputation in the area; they were notorious and belonged to the worst class of robbers.

Occasionally, some survivors who escaped their clutches would spread the word in the surrounding area, warning of the group's danger and ruthlessness.

Daryl didn't take the governor's group seriously; it was just a force of less than a hundred people.

But after hearing Caesar's words, Daryl realized that he was still not cautious enough.

Daryl looked up at Caesar with a sudden realization. "I understand what you mean."

"Yes, I understand." Caesar nodded with a smile.

Daryl is a good person, but not careful enough. He often helps others, which puts him in danger, often in perilous situations in the original series.

But reality is reality, and Caesar didn't think Daryl could weather every crisis unscathed; it was better to be cautious.

Boom—

The ground trembled slightly, and the roar of a car engine could be heard.

Caesar immediately went to the window and looked outside, followed closely by Daryl and Mor.

They were on the edge of town, with a view of Woodbury's gates and close to the main road, allowing them to see everything happening on the street.

A convoy of cars drove up and stopped in front of Woodbury's gate.

After the gates opened, the convoy drove in, and as soon as they entered, all the car doors were opened wide.

The governor stepped out of the car, his face beaming with smiles, and raised his hands to announce the day's achievements.