Chapter 362: Acquaintance

Negan was the first one to rush into the house. He immediately drew his weapon and pointed it at the strange man, while desperately waving for everyone to come in.

The horde of zombies had already emerged, and they were only a dozen meters away from rushing out from the corner. By then, as long as one of them discovered them, it would attract the rest of the zombies, and then more and more zombies would surround them, and they would be completely trapped here.

Now there is no time to worry about the group of guys who attacked them for no reason. What matters is saving their lives.

Almost at the same time as the first zombie appeared, the last person rushed into the house and gently closed the door. Then he sealed the door, drew the curtains, and covered all places that might expose them.

Before the zombies rushed out of the house, Negan took his men to quickly check each room.

Only after they confirmed that there was really only one man in the room did everyone breathe a sigh of relief and put down their weapons.

Looking at the man standing in the corner with his hand raised, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Negan stretched out his hand and spoke in a low voice.

"Thanks, we can't help it. You can never be too careful these days."

"I understand. I didn't take it personally."

The man just spread his hands, and his expression looked like he had done something insignificant.

The man was obviously not in a good mood. After he finished speaking, he walked to the corner and sat down.

Negan wanted to say something, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard a scratching sound coming from the outer wall of the house, followed by a series of dense collision sounds.

The zombies are coming!

After making a gesture to keep quiet, Negan tiptoed to the window, reached out to open the curtains a little, and carefully observed the situation outside.

Sure enough, a large number of zombies swarmed past from the other side of the house. Perhaps it was due to the humid air at the seaside, coupled with the exposure to the sun, the zombies seemed to be rotting more rapidly.

So several people were trapped in the house. They dared not make a sound or move, for fear that any noise would attract the horde of zombies outside.

There was a rotten smell in the room, which made everyone frown.

Negan quietly observed the strange man. He found that he had a blank expression on his face since they entered the room. Except for the initial nervousness when he was pointed at, he just sat in the corner with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

The man had a slightly dark skin and his clothes were dirty and stained with a lot of black blood. If you got closer, you could smell a sour odor. His hair was like a chicken coop with a few strands of grass hanging on it.

There was blood on his hands, and he seemed to be injured, but the wound did not look like a bite mark, but a cut by a sharp weapon.

The man's expression was a little dull and he was always dejected. He must have suffered a blow. Negan guessed that maybe he had lost a loved one or something.

Time passed by little by little. After about ten minutes, the noise outside the house finally died down. Negan walked to the window again and took a look. The tide of zombies had passed, with only a few scattered zombies following behind, which no longer posed a threat to them.

He glanced at the man on the ground, then gave Franklin a look and pointed at his hand, who nodded in understanding.

He quickly took out the walkie-talkie from his waist.

"Moir! Can you hear me?"

"Roger that...are you guys okay?"

Maul's voice soon rang out, he had been calling Negan, these guys must have been in trouble, but he couldn't say what exactly.

Now that the call was finally connected, he was finally relieved, but the voice on the intercom sounded a little anxious.

"Listen, there's a large group of zombies heading your way. Get out of there as soon as possible. We are still safe now. Don't come looking for us yet."

"Got it. We'll contact you when we get to a safe place."

It seems that Maul and his team have not encountered the zombie tide yet, which makes Negan feel slightly relieved. What they have to do next is to stay here honestly and gather again after Maul and his team are safe.

But before that he had one more thing to do.

The man who had just been hiding in the corner finally moved. He carefully lay on the window and observed for a while. Seeing that it was safe outside, he walked back to the corner and picked up a bloodstained machete from the ground.

"I'm sorry, the situation was critical just now, and I haven't thanked you for the shelter you provided. You can call me Negan. I'm the temporary leader of this team."

As he spoke, Negan stepped forward and extended his hand.

The strange man looked at several people, stretched out his hand to shake Negan's, and finally spoke.

"Travis...you don't have to thank me. We are all survivors. It's normal to help each other, right? If there's nothing else, I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first."

Travis was obviously absent-minded when he spoke, and he forced a smile on his face. Negan could tell almost instantly that he was really in a hurry.

"Can you tell me? Maybe we can help. You just saved us. Let us have a chance to return the favor."

Negan's expression is very sincere, and his social skills are truly innate. Even though he is undoubtedly a villain in the original drama, he still has a large number of fans simply by virtue of his personal charm.

And this Travis is none other than Madison's husband and Nick's godfather.

He is a kind person. One can even say that in the last days, he is too kind, a little too saintly.

It was not until he learned that his own son Chris had been brutally killed by two gangsters that he finally exploded. If he could survive, he would undoubtedly become a strong man capable of surviving the apocalypse, but he soon died.

At this time, Travis didn't know that his biological son had died. He just saw the hotel sign lit up two nights ago and knew that there was a group of survivors here.

He came here with a glimmer of hope, and because it was night, he could only find a house to stay for the night. When he woke up, he just saved Negan and his men.

Travis is now in a hurry to go to the hotel, where he might have a chance to meet his relatives. As for the guy named Negan in front of him, he is not interested in him.

"I'm sorry, I'm really in a hurry. You have a lot of people and such good weapons. I believe one more or one less won't matter. I don't want to cause trouble, so if you don't mind, can I leave?"

As he spoke, Travis deliberately shook the machete in his hand to indicate that it was his only weapon and it would not pose any threat to them.

Negan raised his eyebrows and a nonchalant smile appeared on his face. He put the baseball bat on his shoulder and made a please gesture towards the door.

"Of course, we have no ill intentions, we just simply want to help."

"Thanks."

After saying thank you, Travis picked up a shriveled backpack and was about to leave.

Just then, a voice came from Negan's intercom again.

"Negan, how's Lucy?"