Chapter 365: Chris's Whereabouts

Negan grabbed the knife not to deal with the current situation, but because he always carried a weapon with him.

No, it should be said that everyone from Ideal Town carries a weapon with them.

Travis, who was following behind, found his family after much difficulty. He thought he could rest for two days, but he didn't expect that something bad would happen again while he was just taking a shower.

He followed Negan into the house, but was bumped by someone who ran over. Just as he steadied himself, he saw Negan running behind the man lying in the middle of the hall with a machete in his hand.

There was an old man under this man. His eyes were as big as bells, his face was full of disbelief, and a horrible wound had been bitten on his neck.

Negan knew at a glance that the old man was dead. A puddle of blood had formed on the ground, and blood was still gushing out from the old man's neck, like a bloody fountain.

Negan's eyes focused, and he raised his knife and slashed. Whoosh!

There was a huge wound on the neck of the lying man, and the remaining flesh and blood could barely support his head from falling off. If it was a living person who received such a serious injury, he would definitely die.

However, the man in front of him had obviously turned into a zombie, and the wound on his neck was only slowly bleeding some dark red blood. His head had tilted to one side due to lack of support, but he still turned his head.

However, the machete with a cold glow had already chopped down again.

Poof, Kadang.

The blade collided with the bone with a cracking sound that gave people goose bumps. When the machete was raised again, the zombie's head and body were only connected by a piece of flesh and skin, barely hanging on the neck.

Plop.

The zombie fell on the old man. Even an undead creature like it couldn't continue to control its body after its neck was cut.

The head hanging on the neck was still opening its mouth, as if trying to tear some more meat from the old man in front of it.

Negan let out a long breath, loosened his grip, and the machete fell to the ground. He took out a sharp dagger and stabbed the zombie and the old man without hesitation.

After everything happened last night, he got up and looked around.

"Has anyone been bitten?"

No one spoke, and the hall was as quiet as if no one was there, but the silence was soon interrupted by a few sounds of retching.

Seeing this, Negan glanced at Travis, who also spread his hands helplessly.

Just when the two were at a loss, a series of hurried footsteps and shouts were finally heard outside the door.

"Let me go, I'm not bitten!"

"You can't do this, I have my rights!"

The next second, Madison walked in with a few people.

Negan quietly stepped aside, found a chair and sat down, watching how these people would solve the problem.

There were many other people who followed Madison in. In addition to the black man he had seen during the day, whose name seemed to be Victor, and Nick's sister, the rest seemed to be locals, all young men.

"What's going on?"

As soon as they entered the room, they saw a pool of blood on the ground and became alert immediately. They looked around and immediately saw Negan with blood on his body.

The man behind Madison rushed to the two bodies in two steps, took a quick look, and looked up and said.

"This guy has turned into a corpse."

"Close the door, keep everyone inside from going out, and check if they have any injuries."

While the whole house was in chaos, Moore came to the door at some point. Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he walked up to Negan with an interested look.

"What's wrong?"

"One of the people who came in turned into a corpse."

“What a bunch of rookies.”

…

After a lot of trouble, they finally checked all the newcomers. Madison gathered her hair anxiously and happened to see Negan sitting there as if nothing had happened.

She turned her head to look at her husband and whispered.

"Travis, go negotiate with them. These people also need to be checked. Although they saved Nick, this disease does not distinguish between friend and foe."

Travis had just helped carry out two bodies. After listening, he nodded and was about to walk over.

But the next second, he froze in place.

“They are…!”

Noticing that something was wrong with her husband, Madison followed his gaze and saw two young men sitting behind the crowd, communicating with their heads down.

"Hey! You guys!"

A loud shout exploded in her ears and Madison was startled. Before she could react, she saw Travis rushing out like a madman, then grabbed a young man and started yelling.

"Where is he? Speak! Where is he?"

The young man seemed to be startled as well. After he saw the person in front of him clearly, his expression immediately became a little strange, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The more he did this, the more Travis felt something was wrong. The strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, and the man he was holding also felt the pain in his chest.

"Let me go. He left on his own. How do we know where he went?"

The man pushed hard, trying to get rid of Travis, and kept shouting.

The already frantic Travis was not willing to believe him and kept asking questions, and he didn't know when a shiny dagger appeared in his hand.

Seeing that something was not right, several people rushed forward and tried to pull the two apart. The guy who was with the young man tried very hard but failed to pull the two apart. Suddenly, a fire of anger rose in his heart and he couldn't help but reach for his waist.

The clothes were lifted up, and Negan, who was not far away, saw at a glance what was inserted in the other person's belt.

He jumped up and covered the distance of several meters in just over a second thanks to his long legs.

Then there was a loud bang and the man flew out with a scream. At the same time, he threw the half-pulled gun out. When he stood up, holding his butt, he found that he was being pointed at by several people with guns.

The man was so scared that he nearly peed his pants. Suddenly he felt the pain in his buttocks gone, and his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground again.

Two people rushed over from the other side and tried to pull Travis away, but what they didn't expect was that no matter how hard they tried, this guy who looked insignificant before seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds and could not be pulled away at all!

Madison was also shouting to comfort him, but Travis had gone completely crazy, and the dagger in his hand was stabbing towards the man's eyes little by little.

This guy had never seen such a horrifying scene before. He didn't know where his previous energy had disappeared to. Seeing the blade getting closer and closer, he finally collapsed.

"I said, I said, if you let me go, I know where your son is!"

Travis seemed not to hear anything, and his strength did not decrease at all.

Madison saw this and shouted directly in his ear.

"Travis! Calm down, do you still want to know where Chris is?"

The shouting seemed to have an effect. Several people found that the force coming from Travis quickly faded away, and the blade was raised.

The young man on the ground was breathing heavily. At that moment he really felt that he was dead.

"Where the hell is Chris?"

The next second, he heard the man's question again, but his voice was less crazy and more hoarse.

The young man rolled his eyes and spoke haltingly.

"He, we…ah, anyway, after we separated, Chris became a little strange. After walking with us for about half a day, he took the initiative to ask to leave, and then he left on his own initiative."

"We also rushed over when we saw the lights were on here."

The young man spoke more and more fluently, and at the end he smiled at Travis, as if to show that he meant no harm.