Happy Sneak-iversary! This marks 4 (or 6; if you count the time before I was publishing it) years since Sneaky began.
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The Governor's forces pushed inside the complex, following their group leaders and fanned out when a hand signal was given, most of them just following those in front of them into the dim gray concrete box these unfriendly neighbors call home, but it didn't matter how far inside they went, they didn't find anything.
The cellblock was completely empty, like it's inhabitants had cleared out hours ago, and many of them started to think they scared them off; they probably left in the middle of the night.
With the way they've been coming at them the last few days, nobody could blame them for running away, in fact most of them assumed that was the Governor's intention; Better to scare them off than to kill people. Only a few here knew he had no such intentions and those few were watching the man closely enough to know that he wasn't happy about finding an empty nest.
As the tall grim man wandered through the cell block, he himself was beginning to think they really fled, until he came upon a cell.
Dull clicks against the concrete came to a halt and then echoed again as he took slow steps into the cramped cell, towards the steel table with a single familiar book sitting open in the center; as if deliberate.
A ruthless cold spread through his face, extending all the way through his body right down to the fingertips, his pupil shrinking as he stared at book.
The tenseness of his rigid ramrod back could be seen by the naked eye, like living ice, as he lifted the book from the table.
His eye fixated like a predator on a single highlighted scripture of the worn bible and slowly dragged across the words on the page.
'And shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation.'
The Governor all but threw the book into the corner, his face twisted into an ugly snarl as he turned his back to the door.
A tremble of amalgamated anger and unease slithered under his skin like a parasite as he wiped the sweat from his throat with the back of his hand before turning around.
One piercing eye threw a dagger-like gaze at his second in command outside the cell, startling Martinez into nearly taking a step back.
He's seen The Governor do a lot of things — downright psychopathic stuff — it didn't take much imagination to figure out what might have happened if he'd let slip his wariness of the man.
Thankfully, he was distracted by whatever he'd just read, but Martinez has never seen him so openly furious before.
Not even when the hand-off/ambush the other day was reversed back on them, and not only did they not manage to kill anyone, they even lost a few people and were forced to retreat.
