The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Daryl's eyelids twitched, and he lightly applied the brakes, instantly narrowing the distance between the motorcycle and the off-road vehicle.

boom--

"ah--"

As Daryl slammed on the brakes, Caesar fired, hitting the driver's hand precisely.

The driver screamed and dropped his pistol.

"Let's catch up now!" Caesar urged.

Mohr slammed on the gas pedal, almost touching the fuel tank, and the armored vehicle emitted a dull thud as its speed increased once again.

The speed of that SUV did decrease considerably.

With one car decreasing and the other increasing, the two vehicles quickly drew closer.

"Just stick to it, don't crash into it!" Caesar said calmly, keeping a watchful eye on the driver's seat of the SUV to prevent the other driver from pulling out a pistol and firing again.

Without hesitation, Moore gently turned the steering wheel.

The armored vehicle and the off-road vehicle drove side by side, with the co-driver of the armored vehicle sitting directly next to the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle.

The SUV driver, seeing Caesar appear beside him, yelled in horror, "Fuck!"

He shouted while searching for a weapon.

Caesar's fist shattered the SUV's window, its force undiminished, striking the driver squarely in the face.

The driver's eyes rolled back, showing signs of fainting.

Caesar grabbed the driver's collar with his left hand and yanked him out.

He was hanging in mid-air, the wind howling past, when he woke up screaming, "Fuck fuck, put me down!"

"Put me down quickly."

He kept struggling.

Caesar smiled slightly: "Alright, I'll release you!"

With that, Caesar released his grip with ease.

The driver crashed directly into a roadside bollard, his face hitting the bollard squarely, his head exploding into a bloody mess.

The SUV lost its driver, its speed gradually decreased, and it eventually came to a stop on the highway.

The armored vehicle also stopped, and Daryl's motorcycle approached.

Caesar and Daryl stood on either side of the SUV, approaching it. "One, two, three, go!"

The two opened the car door at the same time.

Inside the car, the driver was naturally not there. The person in the passenger seat was restrained by the seatbelt, with a bullet hole in his chest, and had become a zombie.

Daryl put away his gun, pulled out his dagger, and gave the walker a quick death!

"Drain the oil and check if there's anything good in it."

Caesar and his men began to search the body and inspect the entire vehicle.

……

"We...we only found two empty cars; everything inside, including the gasoline, was gone."

A subordinate stood timidly in the governor's office, head bowed, reporting.

The governor exhaled a breath of stale air, raised a hand to rub his temples, and asked, "Where are they? Where are our men? Are they dead?"

"Uh...they, they're all dead, yes, dead," the subordinate stammered.

"Hmm?" The governor opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on his subordinate, making the subordinate tense. "What else did you discover?"

The subordinate's pupils contracted slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "They used the corpses of our comrades to... to make a stupid scene."

After saying that, the subordinate closed his eyes in fear.

Unexpectedly, the governor simply said, "Alright, I understand. You may leave."

His tone was flat, and his expression remained unchanged.

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, then quickly left the office.

Soon after, the office was filled with the sounds of things being smashed and various curses.

There was not a trace of his former refined demeanor in the cursing.

Shortly after the governor stopped venting, there was a knock on the office door, and he wearily called out, "Come in."

creak-

The blond, blue-eyed secretary pushed open the office door and looked at the governor, who was sitting dejectedly behind his desk. "Governor, Martinez is awake."

The governor looked up. "Okay, I understand."

The governor straightened his somewhat disheveled hair, stood up, casually took a piece of clothing from the clothes rack next to him, and draped it over his shoulders.

Just as the governor was about to leave his office, his secretary called him back.

"Wait a moment."

"What..." Before the governor could ask, the secretary reached out and straightened the governor's collar, then smiled.

"When visiting subordinates, it's always better to be properly dressed."

The governor's weariness lessened considerably, and he nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Andrea."

After expressing his gratitude, the governor left the office.

Andrea's lips curled into a sneer. "Fuck, you pervert."

Closing the office door behind her, Andrea strode to the governor's desk in her high heels and began searching carefully.

Soon, Andrea found a notebook.

Andrea's eyes lit up. "Hey, look what I found!"

Andrea immediately opened her notebook.

The notebook had fairly normal names at the beginning, but when you flipped to the back, there was only one name: Penny.

Then there are a lot of dense diagonal scratches, and in addition to these, there are many random graffiti and lines.

Andrea frowned slightly and murmured, "What do these things mean?"

"Penny? Is she his wife or his child?"

"Uh, maybe it's his mother."

After putting the notebook back, Andrea continued searching through the office.

……

Woodbury, Medical Room.

Martin lay on the hospital bed, a few drops of IV fluid hanging on his skin, looking very listless.

The governor entered the room.

Upon seeing the governor, Martin immediately straightened up.

The governor quickly stepped forward, pressed Martin down, and said in a considerate tone, "Martin, you don't need to be so polite with me."

"Just lie there and rest."

After exchanging a few words, the governor asked, "What did that man say to you?"

Martinez's eyes trembled, and his hands gripped the blanket so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"He, they are the group that attacked me in Atlanta."

"What? It's them!" The governor suddenly realized, his eyes turning grim.

"So, they knew about our existence from that time onwards and started monitoring us?"

The governor's eyelids twitched; a terrible thought had occurred to him.

Why would the enemy suddenly jump out if they could monitor us for months?

Are they going to attack us?

After months of surveillance, they finally gathered all their intelligence on us and concluded that we posed no threat. So they started provoking and angering us!

The more the governor thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.

At the same time, the governor also felt excited; killing and torturing such people would be much more satisfying.

To take revenge and kill them, the most important thing is to find out the location of their camp.

The location of a camp is the lifeblood of a faction; once you know the location of a camp, you can use a variety of tactics.

For example, luring zombies or provoking other forces to attack are all methods of using one enemy to devour another or achieving great results with a small investment.

A greedy fire ignited in the governor's eyes, his fingers gripping Martinez's arm tightly. "Martin, do you know their camp?"

The governor pinched Martinez hard, but Martinez didn't dare to resist and simply shook his head: "I don't know."