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Ringing the bell caused more attraction on your survivors that you hoped to survive , the moment you were finished ringing , you went down from the tower as you hopped in the carriage , with your french friend named Jean-Louise-le petit-oui-oui-duboire . . Or just jean for short . You stared outside the carriage , looking at the barricades where the survivors are behind , hearing the screams and groans of zombies , as the cannons that Jean set up shot a few . On the other side , Jean . Stared outside the glass while the carriage moved , he didn't seem to have anything to talk about but the emotion on his face was a pure face of worry . " . . . " He muttered , something inaudible that you couldn't hear . The carriage now finally moving ,