"But even so…"
Shawn's face was filled with a strong sense of satisfaction.
The surging power from within his body coursed through his limbs and meridians.
At that moment, Shawn even had the illusion that he was number one and the world was number two.
However, an illusion was just an illusion.
As Shawn gradually got used to this power, the illusion slowly faded away.
Facing a Walker, the current Shawn had a high probability of taking it down with one hammer, but against a large group of Walkers, Shawn's current strength was still not enough.
Not to mention facing survivors who could flexibly use firearms.
Firearms were still a troublesome issue that Shawn couldn't avoid for now.
Being able to wipe out the survivor Camp in the eastern town was also thanks to the first Blood Moon Berserkers Walkers.
But the good news was that there were currently no survivor groups that Shawn needed to fight against.
As for the Blood Moon… Shawn looked at the top center of the system interface, where a row of numbers was counting down.
[06:02:33:17]
Days, hours, minutes, seconds.
The time had doubled since the last Blood Moon, and it was still counting down, with less than a week remaining.
This meant that even if Shawn arranged for the Camp members to set off for the Prison now, they would not be able to reach the Prison before the Blood Moon arrived.
"Using the Prison to withstand the second wave of Blood Moon is no longer possible."
"Moreover, with the state of the Berserkers, the Prison's fences might not be able to withstand them. It would be bad if the Prison fences were accidentally destroyed then."
"Nor can we face the Blood Moon within the team; they are not like me and cannot clear the virus from their bodies."
"So, the only option is to find an opportunity to leave along the way, split into two groups to find a chance to face this wave of Berserkers, and then head to the Prison to rendezvous with them…"
As he thought, Shawn felt his eyelids growing heavier. He wasn't the only one who felt tired these past seven days.
The symmetrical three-seater in the back could be laid flat to serve as a bed, and Shawn fell into a deep sleep.
He slept until 1 AM before waking up.
By the time Shawn arrived at the Camp with his giant hammer, everyone had already been waiting there for a long time.
However, none of them were in a hurry to wake Shawn; they just waited in silent understanding.
"Sorry, I overslept."
Shawn rubbed the back of his head and yawned.
"Maggie said you had something to discuss with us?"
Hershel asked, representing the five people behind him, who were all from the Farm.
"Mhm." Shawn nodded in response, finding a spot next to the bonfire and sitting down.
Although it was just a casually chosen spot, the moment Shawn sat down, everyone subconsciously centered themselves around him.
A plain little log seemed to instantly transform into the main seat of a chief's meeting.
"Rick, you must have already guessed what I want to say, right?"
Shawn looked at Rick, who nodded.
"The relocation of the Camp is urgent."
"These past few days, Daryl and Merle went to the vicinity of the jungle to look for Carl and your tracks, and also to scout the Walker gathering situation near the Farm."
"You all should know that the Farm's situation is not good."
"The defenses here are too weak, and the few traps and wooden barricades were temporarily made when Shawn arrived at the Farm; they won't be of much use against a Walker horde."
"And a week of training has passed. I think it's time to prepare to relocate to the Prison."
Rick almost didn't hesitate, directly stating the Farm's current flaws. It was clear that Rick had been thinking about this problem for a long time.
"Exactly." Shawn took over.
"We need to relocate, and it will be this morning."
It was already 1 AM, and they would probably set off in about 5 hours.
"For the remaining time, those who haven't slept well can catch up on sleep. Others can start packing the Camp's supplies."
"Now that Dale has fixed the RV, it should be no problem to drive it to the Prison."
"With two motorcycles, plus the two cars you drove here, this time we will travel as a convoy towards the main road in the suburbs to the Prison."
"This way, we won't encounter a large number of abandoned vehicles blocking the way."
"Food, water, and other basic supplies are available in the Camp. We will travel continuously during the day, rest in the vehicles at night, and depart at dawn, trying to reach our destination as early as possible."
After speaking, Shawn waved to Daryl, who pulled a map from his bag.
Spreading out the map, an urban suburban planning map appeared before their eyes — this was Atlanta's urban planning map, which he had picked up casually in a department store in Atlanta and never thrown away.
Shawn traced his finger down the Atlanta map, bypassing the Quarry, passing through the Farm, and then reaching the very bottom.
"It's not marked on the map, but the Prison is in the southern jungle beyond the map."
"Our journey won't necessarily be smooth, so everyone needs to be prepared for any sudden situations."
"Remember not to be careless. Even when sleeping, I hope at least one person in each vehicle remains awake at night."
Shawn repeatedly emphasized, speaking very seriously.
The upcoming Prison would also be a fierce battle, and Shawn did not want to suffer any losses before reaching the Prison.
He talked a lot until his throat felt a bit dry, then Shawn finally stopped.
Taking a bottle of water from Carol and taking a sip, Shawn looked at everyone.
"Alright, that's the specific plan. If you have any questions, you can raise them now."
"Once we're on the road, I hope you all travel quietly."
Shawn's gaze swept across everyone's faces; the warm glow of the bonfire made their faces appear somewhat flushed.
"Is there no specific location for the Prison?" Glenn frowned.
"Unfortunately, I only have a general understanding of that Prison. I know it exists and is in a remote location, likely not yet overrun, but beyond that, I can't give you more certain information."
Shawn shrugged. Who knew how Rick's team back then had meandered around and discovered the Prison?
"However, that Prison is not small, covering a vast area. It's built on a gently sloping hill, and the overall structure is taller than the surrounding trees."
"So when we get there, I'll have to trouble Daryl and Merle. They'll each lead a team to search; it shouldn't be too difficult to find."
Glenn nodded upon hearing this, no longer speaking.
As for the others, following Shawn's gaze, they all shook their heads.
Since Shawn had already planned it out, there was nothing more to say; they just needed to execute it.
Would Shawn really harm them?
Finally, only Hershel stood out.
Without asking a question, he just looked at Shawn and pondered for a moment.
"I still need time… I need to think it over more…"
Hershel was old; he couldn't be as decisive as Shawn, leaving at a moment's notice.
Of course, the main reason was that the Walkers hadn't attacked yet, and might not attack in the future.
Hershel was thinking: Was leaving so hastily a bit impulsive?
And this was Hershel who had already changed somewhat due to Shawn.
If it were the old Hershel, he would probably have blurted out something like 'I swear to live and die with the Farm.'
Then he would stubbornly continue to clear the nearby Walkers with his shotgun.