Bang!
Boom!
On some floor of a building, a huge figure moved in the darkness, filled with anger upon hearing those distant noises. He stood a little over two meters tall, his right arm was nearly half the size of his lower body, and his claws were like sharp blades.
The massive deformation on his right shoulder, arm, and head made him an extremely dangerous creature—one no one had ever faced before. His enormous weight made the ground creak as he walked slowly toward the noise that so irritated him.
Roaaarrr!!!
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Meanwhile, on the other side, after quickly fixing the rope, the rest of the people also slid down with the things Abraham carried in his backpack.
After everyone safely arrived, Jason looked at the rope tied on the other end, and after thinking about how to retrieve it, he began shaking it over and over again. After some effort, Jason was able to completely recover the rope.
The women who didn't know Jason very well were surprised, but now wasn't the right time to talk about unnecessary things. Jason, who wasn't wearing his mask, noticed their stares, as did the others.
"Training to become a Class 2 authority soldier can make you do that and more. It's nothing out of the ordinary."
When everyone reached the building, they felt a wave of relief run through their bodies, and then they all moved toward the rooftop door to try to get inside the building.
As a result, they only heard a creak, but the door didn't move at all—it was locked!
Michonne, the expert at picking locks, wasn't there, but they had T-dog, who had learned that skill, and everyone silently turned to look at him.
T-dog quickly realized that everyone was staring at him without saying a word, and he felt a bit awkward before saying, "It's not like I know how to pick locks because I'm Black, I just happen to be good at it since it's a skill I learned…"
The more T-dog talked, the more the people who didn't know him thought he had a dark past. But T-dog, who noticed this right away, changed his words quickly: "Well, back then I had to enter elderly people's homes since the doors were locked, and because I didn't know how to open them, I'd go through the windows… it's actually a good skill you all should learn…"
"T-dog, stop talking…" Daryl looked at the big man and told him to just focus on opening the door.
"This always happens to me, damn it."
Under everyone's gaze, T-dog approached the door with some special tools to open it easily.
Rick couldn't help but remember old times. He stepped aside and gestured for everyone to back T-dog up, watching the big man fiddle with the door for a while.
Click!
When T-dog opened the door in less than a minute, he turned his head toward the others and said, "I've never opened a door that fast. That's my record time."
Everyone smiled with a sigh of relief, but as soon as T-dog tried to push the door open, a cracking sound echoed.
Boom!
The scene in front of them once again left everyone slightly surprised. The inside of the door was actually locked with a thick iron chain.
"Damn it!"
Seeing nothing, Daryl hit the door in frustration, causing another creaking sound.
Then, from the dark shadow behind the door, a walker suddenly jumped out, half of its face pressed against the door's opening.
Soon after, one, two, and finally more than a dozen walkers slowly gathered behind the door, their fingers twisting through the crack as they tried to grab the food just a step away from them.
Except for Jason, everyone was a little disheartened—they hadn't expected to be trapped up here after working so hard on their perfect escape.
"Why don't we go back?"
Carol seemed worried about something and stepped back, but Jason continued to observe the building across from them.
"Jason, don't even think about it—it's a dead end!"
Daryl looked at the building next to them, which was obviously much taller than the one they were on, and reminded him in a deep voice.
In his opinion, it was impossible to repeat what they had done just now. The only way out was to go back into the building, kill all the walkers, and return the same way.
"Does anyone remember the people outside?" Jason turned his head and looked at the group, then grabbed his radio and said, "Zz… George, climb up the building—you'll see us on the rooftop."
"Zz… We're on our way. Some annoying walkers slowed us down, but we're almost there."
After a few seconds, the door of the smaller building connected to the one they had jumped from suddenly opened. George, Michonne, Rosita, and two more soldiers arrived with special equipment.
"Zz… I don't think the shot will reach the building you're in. If I'm right, you jumped from the building right next to it, so the taller building should be the right one for you to jump to."
When George said this, he pulled out a homemade grappling gun and aimed at the taller building Jason planned to jump to. After pulling the trigger, gas was expelled and a hook shot out at high speed.
Once the hook secured itself on the tall building, George told Rosita to shoot at the glass that hadn't completely shattered so there would be no problem getting through.
"Zz… Sir, I'll jump to that building, and then use the grappling gun to shoot toward the one you're in."
Jason watched how everything was being handled easily and calmly waited for George to reach the building he wanted to jump to, so they could escape the one filled with runner-class walkers.
…
"My God, that tool is just like in the movies. I was always sure a grappling gun didn't really exist. This is so exciting."
Everyone watched as George broke the glass on a lower floor where he landed and signaled to Jason to move so they wouldn't be hit by the hook.
Bang!
"Perfect, it's hooked, George!" Rick shouted as he secured the rope, then grabbed some tools to slide down.
"Start going down, we can't waste time—we have to get out of here!"
Jason signaled everyone to begin descending, while he walked through the building, observing the large area around them. They hadn't found anything useful—the purpose of this trip was to restore power to the prison since it had been cut off after the world went downhill.
Abraham walked beside him and said, "This trip's been full of interesting events. I don't know why the hell you take so many risks, but I like it."
Jason smiled and said, "At least we've got that in common—we like the thrill."
But just as Abraham was about to laugh, a vibration could be felt beneath their feet, as if strong blows were being struck from below.
"What's that?" Abraham asked, his expression turning cold.
"Give me your magazines—I need them all." Jason looked at Abraham, who was also staring at the door from which the walkers' hands were sticking out.
The door was in perfect condition—solid and strong, and it shouldn't have been able to fall. But the wall holding the door was cracking, as if it were about to break.
"No, we have to hold on while the others go down!" Abraham rejected Jason's idea.
"I need time. If I have to face those walkers while also protecting those inexperienced people, we'll end up in a really bad situation."
Being a tough man, Abraham understood what Jason was doing and handed him the P90 magazines while watching as fewer and fewer people remained to jump.