Very sorry guys, I tried literally every day this week to post this chp on Sneaky but it crashed the website every time I clicked 'new part' or just showed a blank screen eternally, so aheheh, apparently 189+ chps is too many lol.
Honestly I probably should have split it at the 100/150 chp mark but whatever, better late than never right? Anyway, enjoy!
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Eve glanced at the watch on her wrist, staring at it tick as the minutes went by one after another; the silence filled only with the morning lights of a cold dawn nipping at her warm skin and the sounds of voices through her walkie talkie interspersing the static sound of one of their many stolen radios.
Her fingers found a tiny riveted knob on the side and turned it slowly, winding the watch, just how she used to watch Dale doing. It seems you're never more aware of time than when you're waiting.
She sighed and turned her eyes from the time peace to the yard from the tower above; looking down with watchful eyes as the group worked together. A handful of them drove the cars out one by one and led away most of the walkers filling the field like dogs chasing treats. Quickly followed by more of them reopening the gate and rushing the field to deal with the rest and protect the others while they dragged hand-made tire spiker boards — built from nothing but old wooden boards, nails, and some barbed wire fence painstakingly taken from the top of the fences in the inner yards, where it wasn't needed anymore — and various other traps into the yard to prevent their opposition from driving trucks straight into the heart of their home.
While she listened to Woodbury's radio she couldn't help pitying the people of Woodbury; still using their compromised radio channels unaware — despite having every opportunity to realize — that the prison has gotten a hold of them, and has several in their possession.
The range of these things is incredible. Much better than the prison's own walkies which were just found in the local area, unlike these military grade radios. She's a little envious.
