Outside The Terminus.
T-Dog pulled down his mask, blood constantly coughing from the corner of his mouth.
He fell backward, lying flat on the ground, his strength diminishing with the loss of blood.
There was a straggler just now, and he had gone after him alone; at the moment he killed the opponent, he was also ambushed and severely wounded.
Seeing Shane quickly run over with the army, he helped T-Dog sit up and held him in his arms.
T-Dog forced a smile.
"This is really embarrassing. My first time going out… on a mission, and I'm already laid out."
"T-Dog…"
Someone lifted his armor and felt the wound on his abdomen.
However, the moment they touched the hole, their hearts immediately sank.
T-Dog was a good person.
So, after the cold night wind blew away the smell of blood, many people's eyes turned red.
"Do you have anything to say?"
Compared to the others, Shane appeared much calmer.
After instructing someone to call Shawn, he looked back at T-Dog and asked in a deep voice.
Shane had always been very clear about who was one of his own and who was an outsider.
T-Dog had come all the way from Quarry Camp, and although he always liked to cause trouble with Merle, to Shane, he was undoubtedly one of his own.
Looking at his dark face, and the hint of naivety in his final stubbornness, Shane seemed to see T-Dog when he first came to the Camp.
Memories began to rewind automatically.
"Thanks, Man, those lunatics almost scared me to death. Luckily, you guys were here."
"…"
"Hey, I'm not like those guys who set a bad example. I never steal or snatch other people's things."
"…"
"I didn't mean to provoke Merle, but he's just so annoying."
"…"
"Hey… Shane? Shane?"
Hearing the faint call in his ear, Shane came back to his senses. He subconsciously hugged T-Dog tighter in his arms.
"I'm still listening, buddy."
Shane always thought that he would only do this on some future day, when Rick fell into his arms.
Yet, unexpectedly, when facing the dying T-Dog at this very moment, he couldn't help but utter that "buddy."
"Don't be like that, I'm… I'm much better than them."
"They are… eating people, while I'm… saving people."
"Although… the process was a bit bumpy, only one of me died. It can still be considered… a great victory."
"We won, Shane. What are you still sad about? This isn't like you."
Shane was silent, looking at T-Dog's gradually paling face, and spoke.
"Don't say that, take a deep breath, T-Dog, we'll take you back now."
Shane, holding T-Dog, was about to get up, but T-Dog, with a burst of unknown strength, directly grabbed his armor collar, forcing Shane to put him back down.
T-Dog looked at Shane, his eyes shining.
"Tell me, we… are different from them, right?"
"We're not Walkers… As long as we… are still willing to sacrifice for each other… it means we're still alive, right?"
Shane knew that "them" in T-Dog's mouth referred to the Cannibal Tribe that had just been wiped out.
T-Dog needed an acknowledgment, an acknowledgment that their actions were fundamentally different from those man-eating Cannibal Tribe.
Meeting T-Dog's increasingly bright eyes, Shane nodded heavily.
"Of course, buddy."
T-Dog felt his eyelids growing heavier and couldn't help but blink more frequently, his speech slowing down.
"Yeah… buddy… we are right…"
"Don't stop… keep moving forward… that place needs you… Prison is worth fighting for…"
"I won't wait for you guys, I'm going back first. See you."
A smile appeared on T-Dog's lips. He seemed to no longer be able to see Shane's face, his vision completely dark.
He closed his eyes.
Everyone was immersed in a sad atmosphere when Shane pulled out his pistol from his waist.
T-Dog suddenly opened his eyes. Shane held his neck tightly, the muzzle pointed at his temple.
But the next second, T-Dog's voice came again.
"Wait, I'm not dead yet."
..
T-Dog
After saying that, T-Dog himself found it strange.
He had just felt like he was dying, but no matter what, he just couldn't die.
He tried to touch the wound, feeling as if all his blood had drained out.
But he just wouldn't die.
Shane was startled and moved the gun away.
The next moment, he saw Shawn rushing over with his men from a distance.
"You still have time to say goodbye to him."
Kenny patted Shawn's shoulder.
But before the army brought by Shawn could fall into a sad atmosphere, Shawn strode forward and pushed Shane's hand away.
"Get out of the way quickly, if you keep strangling him like this, he'll really die."
After speaking, Shawn smiled at T-Dog.
"How do I feel like you can still be saved?"
Facing the sudden change in tone, T-Dog was still a bit slow to react.
"Is… is that so??"
With an upward inflection, even T-Dog himself was now a bit unsure.
He carefully felt it, and it seemed to be true.
He was currently in a state of being on the verge of death, as if he was about to die, but also as if he could still be saved.
Shawn looked at the Honor Badge on his left index finger—blood moon survivor.
With this equipment, T-Dog would have to drag on for a while longer even if he was in a hurry to commit suicide.
Grim Reaper: Brother, it's time to go.
blood moon survivor: Go your mother, you f***ing %#…%…%…
Grim Reaper: Why are you cursing? Dead people nowadays really have no manners.
blood moon survivor: My manners your mother, your whole family @#5…%…!!@#!@#
Grim Reaper: Chilled and trembling, may misfortune befall you!
blood moon survivor: Your mother your mother your mother your mother your mother your mother!!!!!!
…
Just like that.
Even if the Grim Reaper came, he would first be hard-controlled for 5 minutes.
Shawn looked at the wound on T-Dog's abdomen, pressing it lightly, but there was no sign of the bleeding stopping.
So Shawn simply pulled out a 'bandage' and wrapped it around him 20 times, literally turning it into a corset.
Conceptual God 'Bandage' stops bleeding in 3 minutes, regardless of injury.
Then Shawn directly shoved a painkiller into his mouth.
And then he watched T-Dog's health bar, which was at a single drop on the execution line, directly shoot up to one-third of the way.
Although he still had negative status effects, compared to his previous state, he was much better.
Looking at T-Dog, who was still staring blankly at the sky, Shawn impatiently patted him.
"Anything else?"
"If not, get up and walk a bit."
"Making a fuss all day, what's the big deal."
T-Dog carefully supported himself up, looking at the wound on his abdomen in disbelief.
"That's it? It's fine?"
"Do you think I gave you this armor for nothing?"
"Your wound only looks scary; in reality, it's not a big deal."
Shawn answered half-truthfully.
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