In This Life

Chapter 18

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After what seemed like an eternal trek, the men had finally led me back to their campsite - unknowingly of course. I crouched down behind a thick bush as the drunken men composed themselves before strolling casually into the small clearing where they had set up camp. A broad man sporting a large rifle sat on a log next to their small fire but soon looked up at the two men and watched them. As the lingering light of the tiny campfire flickered, I caught a glimpse of the face that belonged to the voice of the familiar Hispanic man.

"Where the hell've you two been?" The bulky man sitting on the log sneered.

The two glanced at each other and shrugged, before Martinez sarcastically replied, "Took a stroll through the park."

The man soared from the log as he closed the distance between himself and the drunken idiots. "Ya got no right nor brains to be wandering off in the woods in the middle of the night, ya narrow minded piss ant." He spat.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

The broad man was quickly tackled to the ground as Martinez began to slam his fists into any part of the larger man he could hit. But being wasted off his ass didn't improve his combat skills as the other man swung his legs around his attacker until he was on top, gaining the upper hand. They squabbled for several minutes before a spine tingling voice echoed among the trees.

"Enough!" He boomed.

The sounds of flesh connecting with flesh came to an abrupt stop at the fierce demand. The two fighting men pushed themselves away from each other as a dark figure stepped closer to them. It was still hard to see his face due to the lack of light, but I could never forget that chilling voice.

"I have had enough of this." The devilish man spoke slowly with a clenched jaw. "Get up and get out of my sight!" His voice was laced with fury as he boomed demands.

The two men didn't hesitate to pick themselves up from the ground and hastily walk in opposite directions. As they left, the smaller, much younger man who had been with Martinez, began to stumble towards the fire, alcohol bottle in hand. The tall, evil man cross-stepped him, swiping the bottle from his hand and reaching up to slap the back of his head. "Get outta here, you drunken fool." He sneered.

The kid slowly backed away before turning and running towards a tent.

The tall man stood with the bottle in his hand for a moment, before tipping it back and hungrily chugging the remains. Once he drained it completely, he tossed it into the woods and sat down on a log nearest to the fire. The flickering flames gave off a hint of light, shining onto the man's face, confirming my worst fears.

The Governor sat on the log as he gazed, exhausted, into the fire. My heart drummed wickedly as my eyes were transfixed upon the demonic man from my past. I never thought I would see him again - or maybe I knew all along I would. I knew deep down that he was never dead, I just tried so hard to push the possibility away. But seeing his face glowing by the night fire confirmed what I had been fearing since the day I left Woodbury.