Shawn suddenly understood, sniffing out the meaning behind Michonne's words.
"So you were already here, but just stayed outside and didn't come in?"
The sound of the bell ringing happened when Shawn was facing countless raging Walkers.
According to Michonne, she had already approached this place while Shawn was unconscious.
Michonne certainly didn't just see the Walker corpses; perhaps it was precisely because she saw the piled-up Walker corpses that Michonne didn't rush into the church.
"Yes," Michonne nodded.
She was able to live alone in the apocalypse until now precisely because of this caution.
Michonne just hadn't expected that amidst such a large number of Walkers besieging him, and in this inescapable church, Shawn could actually carve out a bloody path to survival?
Unbelievable!
Coupled with the strength Shawn displayed just now, Michonne immediately put away her katana.
Because if Shawn truly wanted to kill her, any resistance would be futile.
The gap between them was too great.
However, what Michonne didn't know was that if Shawn hadn't just equipped three pieces of equipment-grade sets, he probably wouldn't have been able to react to that blow.
Michonne was agile, and she swung her blade too fast.
To some extent, it could be said that Michonne countered Shawn.
Unless it was an all-out bloodbath, just like facing the Blood Moon, the person who would die would definitely be Michonne.
Michonne could hit Shawn five or ten times, but Shawn only needed to hit her once.
Once was enough to end the battle.
Shawn had that confidence!
Shawn looked at Michonne, immediately reining in his chill, and looked at her with a smile.
"Don't look, it's just me here, no one else."
"Did you kill all these Walkers? You, alone?"
Michonne looked at the simple'splint' on Shawn's right hand, and the moment she asked, she already knew the answer.
Shawn spread his hands: "As you can see."
Shawn, covered in Walker blood, stood in front of the church with his arms spread, behind him a mountain of Walker corpses.
Seeing this scene, even Michonne couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Taking advantage of Michonne's momentary dazed, Shawn circled behind her, looking with interest at the two Walkers she had bound.
"With their arms and jaws removed, Walkers lose their ability to attack, and even their basic bloodlust; this is only the second time I've seen such quiet Walkers."
Shawn smacked his lips, the first time he saw them was the old lady at the motel.
"A good idea, and excellent courage."
"This is much more elegant than those who smear Walker entrails on themselves."
In Michonne's eyes, Shawn did not hesitate to praise her.
He wondered if, in the future, when he was operating alone, he could also get two such 'Heng Ha Generals' to protect himself.
But after thinking about it, Shawn decided against it.
Firstly, with his strength, there was no need.
Secondly, Shawn felt that no matter how many Walkers he killed, it was still not enough, so how could he raise two Walkers?
Facing Shawn's praise, Michonne said nothing, just quietly looked at Shawn.
After a while, she re-leashed her 'Heng Ha Generals' and turned to walk into the distance.
"If you don't mind what just happened, we can part ways here."
Michonne left decisively.
Shawn didn't stop Michonne, he just said loudly.
"It looks like you don't have a team. If you want to find a place to rest in the future, you can come to the Prison in the south. I'll be there."
In response to Shawn's words, Michonne just waved her hand with her back to him, without stopping her steps.
It wasn't until she was gradually out of sight that Shawn hoisted his Hammer and sighed.
"Given Michonne's personality, if she doesn't observe the Camp herself and truly approve, she probably won't join easily."
"Forget it, forget it, we'll talk about this later. Now that things are settled here, it's time to find Daryl and Merle."
Shawn wasn't worried about Michonne at all; fighting alone was her normal state, and precisely because of this, she wouldn't easily trust anyone.
If she couldn't adapt to the apocalypse, Michonne would have died long ago, and wouldn't have waited until now.
But if she really died... then she died, what else could he do?
Turning and walking into the woods, Shawn cut down a tree, and casually found some plant fibers and stones, upgrading the Stone Hammer in his hand to Lv5.
As for the weapon's Lv6, it required a special component—Legendary Shard—to continue upgrading.
However, even at Lv5, the improvement for Shawn was already significant.
[Great Hammer Lv5]
[Description: This Hammer is the best weapon for smashing skulls!]
[Melee Damage / Power Attack Damage: 25.1 / 47.1]
[Stamina Consumption: 22]
Stone Hammer
And before, the Lv2 Stone Hammer's melee damage was only 18.
Returning to the village, he pushed an old motorcycle and rode away, Shawn heading into the distance.
"My current location should be to the west of the original convoy."
"I didn't make it back in time before dawn, and I don't know how long I was unconscious. Rick should have already taken them to the Prison."
"According to the direction Daryl and the others left in, I just need to keep heading north from my current position."
"So much time has passed, if they're not dead, they definitely won't be circling in place. As long as they left, they'll definitely try to get to the Prison to reunite with everyone."
"So I can search to the north, if I can't find them, I'll go directly to the Prison. If Daryl and the others are fine, they've most likely arrived there."
Shawn held the motorcycle handle with one hand, his other hand hanging freely, looking quite dashing.
He rode north from his position.
At this point, the countdown for the fractured lower left arm was already halfway over, with only about two hours remaining.
In just two more hours, Shawn would be able to return to his peak condition.
Shawn rode through grasslands and plains, finally finding a straight asphalt road.
After riding for about another 2 kilometers, the motorcycle suddenly roared unwillingly twice, and its speed drastically decreased.
Shawn frowned and twisted the handle a few times, but still couldn't speed up.
"Looks like it's out of gas."
It was an abandoned village to begin with, and Shawn hadn't held much hope, but he also didn't expect to run out of gas after riding less than 8 kilometers.
But thankfully, Shawn looked up and gazed ahead; a large gas station sign in the distance suddenly became prominent.
Even from a kilometer away, he could get a general idea.
Shawn pushed the motorcycle forward with one hand; beneath the large gas station sign was a public restroom.
Shawn pushed the bike around the restroom, but after only two seconds, he backed up again.
He saw his face stiffen, leaning against the wall, his heart uncooperatively thumping twice.
Behind the wall Shawn was leaning against, there was an entire horde of Walkers wandering there!
They weren't moving, just swaying and occupying the gas station, as if something was attracting them.
"Fighting a hundred or eighty is already enough for me; how am I going to deal with hundreds here...?"
Shawn was a bit conflicted.