The group stopped by the road outside the motel ahead.
Before they could even come to a complete stop, they saw seven or eight Walkers slowly approaching them, their gait distorted.
Shawn snatched the handheld radio from Rick's hand and opened the team channel.
"Only after the Walkers are dealt with can the women, elderly, and children get out of the car."
"Do not use hot weapons, repeat, do not use hot weapons!"
Hot weapons should only be used in emergencies.
Even in this suburban area, the sound of hot weapons would attract a large number of Walkers.
Shawn dragged his Stone Hammer, jumped out of the car, and swung it from bottom to top, gripping the handle with both hands.
The Stone Hammer slammed directly into the Walker's jaw, and with the force, the Walker was actually sent flying half a meter high!
The Walker fell backward onto the ground, struggling to move its limbs for a moment, then deflated and collapsed again onto the ground.
Just that one hammer blow from Shawn had broken the upper part of the Walker's spine at the neck.
Even though the Walker had not died from a brain penetration, it was now paralyzed and unable to move.
"Holy crap!"
"Has Shawn's strength increased again?!"
T-Dog exclaimed in an exaggerated manner.
Then he looked at the Stone Hammer in Shawn's hand, and then at the much smaller crowbar in his own hand, which was only about half a meter long.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to make a move or not.
Swoosh—!
An arc streaked across, directly embedding itself into the brain of the incapacitated Walker.
Shawn raised an eyebrow at the sight, looked back, and Daryl, that kid, even gave Shawn a chin-raise, as if to say, 'You're welcome.'
"Daryl, you bastard."
Shawn really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood; sometimes, having a teammate who is too strong isn't necessarily a good thing.
Watching the brain matter flow out along the arrow, Shawn shook his head and dragged the Stone Hammer towards the remaining Walkers.
Meanwhile, in the 'red overlord'.
Carl, seeing that both Shawn and Rick had gotten out, picked up his traditional bow and wanted to follow them to kill Walkers.
But he was grabbed by the back of his neck by his mother, seizing his fate.
"Mum—"
"I want to help everyone kill Walkers!"
Carl struggled continuously.
"Shawn promised me he wouldn't let you participate in such things again."
"Otherwise, you can go ask Shawn later and see if he helps you… or helps me."
Lori pulled Carl into her arms, poked Carl's little cheek with her finger, and said triumphantly.
A heart ailment requires heart medicine.
Upon learning that Shawn had returned safely with Carl, Lori's state was like the weather today; she had improved significantly overnight.
After several days of continuous rain, today the sky was cloudless, with only an endless expanse of clear blue sky.
Thanks to Shawn's frank apology, the relationship between Shawn and Lori had eased considerably, even becoming better than before.
At least Lori, seeing the changes in little Carl, had recognized Shawn as his 'master' from the bottom of her heart.
When Lori looked up, she saw Rick already standing outside the rear car door, waving to her.
"That fast?"
Lori was a little surprised; had everything been resolved in the time it took her to say a few words to little Carl?
"Don't you see who my master is?"
Carl laughed at Lori's surprised expression, broke free from Lori's embrace, and got out of the car with his traditional bow on his back.
Lori was then carried out of the car by Rick, and only when she saw the Walkers sprawled on the ground did she gradually believe it.
The impact of Shawn, who had long been active in the apocalypse, on Lori, who had long been active around the Camp, was not ordinary.
Especially when she saw that most of the Walkers had their skulls smashed to pieces.
Lori felt that the Walkers' skulls were almost ground into fine dust by Shawn.
Imperceptibly, Lori developed a new sense of awe towards Shawn.
And this reverence was completely different from the feeling she had previously when facing Shawn's direct threats.
Lori was grateful, thankfully… thankfully, a powerful survivor like Shawn was her teammate.
She was even more grateful that Shawn, as her teammate, was not just a powerful, brainless, brawny idiot.
Purposeful, planned, unhurried, steadily progressing…
Shawn's presence made the Camp better.
Lori's good feelings towards Shawn increased by several points.
Watching Shawn's figure approach, carrying his hammer, Lori suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of security.
Following Shawn, perhaps Rick and Carl's safety could also be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
Suddenly.
Lori cast aside the matter of Shawn taking Carl away for an entire week, even though it had only ended yesterday.
Shawn dealt with the last Walker, picked up his hammer again, shook off the blood, and slung it over his shoulder.
As Shawn approached, everyone gathered again by the convoy.
Those who had been observing the situation from inside the cars also breathed a sigh of relief and helped each other out of the vehicles.
After Shawn approached, he exchanged glances and nodded with Rick, then scanned the group to ensure no abnormalities before speaking loudly.
"Rest time is half an hour; it's best not to stray more than 10 meters from the convoy."
"You can rest inside the car with the doors and windows closed, but you cannot lean against the outside of the car."
"You can go refuel, but at least three people must accompany you."
"If there are no problems, everyone can have something to eat."
"We'll continue on the road in 30 minutes. We'll rotate driving in the afternoon, so make sure to maintain your energy."
Not being able to lean against the car was naturally because cars, while seemingly safe, are also ubiquitous and themselves a significant visual obstruction; the undercarriage, windows, and chassis could all be infiltrated by Walkers.
Although the probability is small, life is only once, and opportunity is only once, so it's better to be safe than sorry.
Shawn believed that the people in front of him were all intelligent and wouldn't be foolish enough to deliver themselves to the Walkers' mouths.
After speaking, Shawn looked up and exchanged glances with Daryl beside him.
Daryl nodded silently.
Both turned and walked towards the motel behind them.
"The number of Walkers wandering in this area is not small, which at least means no one has been here yet, and the supplies haven't been scavenged. Let's find something useful."
Shawn said softly.
"Got it, you be careful too." Daryl nodded, his voice muffled.
Just by his tone, if someone unfamiliar spoke to him, they might even think Daryl was a little annoyed.
But Shawn knew that this was just a manifestation of his cold exterior and warm heart; Daryl had always been a strong person.
His existence was extremely special, even among all survivors.
The entire motel had two floors, totaling at least 40 to 50 rooms.
Shawn went to room 101, while Daryl stood at the door of 102.
They exchanged glances. Such a distance allowed them to look out for each other if anything unexpected happened, so they decided to open their doors simultaneously.
Bang, bang, bang—
Shawn first knocked heavily on the door a few times, then suddenly kicked it open, and the door to 101 swung wide.
Shawn unhurriedly held up his Stone Hammer, not entering immediately, but standing just to the side of the door frame.
He heard a low growl, and then a tattered Walker almost scurried out, its head appearing.
Splat—
Just as it saw the sunlight, a hammer suddenly enlarged in its face.
One hammer, headshot!
[Experience + 300]
The Walker fell lifelessly.
And at the same time, Daryl had also finished his side.
The sound made by the crossbow bolt was smaller than that of the Stone Hammer, and with Daryl's accuracy, the Walker's forehead was pierced through in an instant.