The Walking Dead Father and Son

Grandpa Evans and David Evans both let out muffled cries. To prevent them from saying anything they shouldn't, the Hayes Family Shadow Guards had cut out their tongues, leaving them only able to express their jealousy and resentment through these pitiful sounds.

Grandpa Evans looked utterly incredulous as he struggled to crawl toward the entrance of the alley.

David Evans stumbled and crawled after him, desperately trying to keep up.

It took all the strength the father and son had to reach the alley entrance, only to find the street outside packed with onlookers.

The wedding procession stretched as far as the eye could see. Every person carried lavish betrothal gifts—treasures so precious that Grandpa Evans and David Evans had never seen anything like them in their entire lives!

Wait—were these extravagant gifts really for Mrs. Margaret Wang, that widow?

Grandpa Evans and David Evans exchanged glances, seeing shock and disbelief reflected in each other's eyes.

All this misery—just because they tried to harm Margaret Evans. Now, they were reduced to living as wretched creatures, neither truly human nor ghost, faces lost, tongues cut out, trapped in Harmony Alley, eating garbage from the gutter, reeking to high heaven.

But Margaret Evans? She was marrying in style, causing a sensation throughout the Capital.

In that instant, Grandpa Evans and David Evans’s eyes went blank. They thought of their own miserable, mud-like existence—lives worse than a stray dog. Then they thought of Margaret Evans, living a life of luxury and honor.

But weren't they always the ones lording over Margaret Evans? Back in the Evans household, Margaret could only survive by watching their moods.

But now, everything had flipped upside down!

Grandpa Evans and David Evans had grown numb to their miserable, zombie-like existence in Harmony Alley. They were used to it by now.

But the spectacle of Margaret Evans’s wedding was a dagger to their hearts. The sheer contrast, the humiliation—it was enough to drive them mad!

Grandpa Evans clung to a nearby tree in hatred, digging his nails in so hard that blood began to drip.

David Evans slapped his own face, again and again, until his cheeks were bloody and swollen.

Just then, Dr. Rowan Lin and Alexander Hayes rode past the mouth of Harmony Alley.

Alexander Hayes glanced back and spotted the Evans father and son, wild-eyed and writhing in pain inside the alley.

The Evans father and son saw Alexander Hayes too. They shivered from head to toe, drenched in cold sweat.

Alexander Hayes merely shot them a cold look, then turned away and rode on past Harmony Alley without a second glance.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Evans and David Evans slumped to the ground, overcome by despair.

Only now did they truly realize that a normal life was forever out of reach—they could never go back.

Now, they had no name, no dignity, no voice—nothing at all.

For the rest of their long, miserable lives, they would remain in the shadows of Harmony Alley, eating scraps from filthy gutters, and anyone who disliked them could beat them at will.

They could only endure this wretched existence, like walking corpses—unable to die, because Alexander Hayes had ordered guards to watch them, forbidding them from ending their own lives.

Boundless despair and agony drowned the Evans father and son. Amid the joy of Margaret Evans’s wedding, they crawled back into the darkness of Harmony Alley, where endless torment awaited them—only death could set them free.

No descendants would ever honor their graves. Their greatest pride—the scholarly Evans heir, David Evans—had long since turned to ashes.

The rest of the Evans family had moved on, living their own lives, working hard and thriving. When they did think of Grandpa Evans and David Evans, it was only with disgust and contempt.

Some people are alive, but they are already dead. Grandpa Evans and David Evans were just like that.