Sneaky || Volume 2

Chapter 191

In the mad scramble people also ran the wrong directions and there was the sound of sloshing as someone's foot caught on another wire and a bucket of some putrid smelling oily liquid spilled across the floor and caused several people to fall and slide.

As if that wasn't enough, that's when the screeching growls and a stampede of a different nature came from down the hall like an omen of horror and it rapidly grew closer, causing several people who had yet to run like startled deer to raise their guns — if they weren't already.

The previously disorganized group descended into further chaos but regained at least a little bit of structure as people nearest to the impending threat formed makeshift staggered ranks as they all shuffled backwards trying to get out while the corridor behind them was clogged by chaos; most of them simply following whoever was directly in front of them to get out.

The Governor found himself amidst pure disarray. Despite shouting for people to hold their ground, few of them did and he gave up on trying to get this herd to stay put, focusing instead on getting ahead of them to bring them back under control.

However, even somehow managing to follow the flow, the group had already made it out and were starting to pour out the door.

Merle slammed the door behind him, blocking the few walkers that had come after him after he opened the gate in the tombs, and went to the back of the room and pushed the dusty industrial switch. As the switch was flipped, a loud obnoxious alarm blared through the prison and the banging on the door ceased as the walkers lost interest in him in favor of all the excitement and noise in the tunnels.

Everyone hidden outside the building tensed as the alarms flared, getting their weapons ready and not a moment later, their walkie talkies beeped to life and Merle's voice rang through, "Get ready, they're coming out!"

Seconds after the alert, the prison door slammed open and people poured out from the building.

The hidden gunmen stepped out of their hiding places almost in sync and sporadically fired at the ground in front of the crowd, raining bullets all around them to effectively control where they went and funneled them towards the front yard.

Bullets pelted the concrete in front of the group causing everyone in the front to violently flinch and abruptly stop, some even falling over as the group sporadically ran without even thinking about where they were headed, their only drive was to get away from the bullets.

Glenn's angry voice came through the beat between the fray of bullets as he shouted, "Get the Hell out of here!"

Even if it came to mind there was nowhere to take cover from the bullets, and no one had any time to consider the fact that no one had actually been hit despite them all being out in the open.

The corralling was so effective that even without wasting more ammunition the people followed those who had already been scared into running the direction they wanted them to.

Eve and Daryl peered through their scopes scanning the haphazard crowd for the one person they were looking for, but Eve grit her teeth in frustration because there were too many people and she couldn't tell one from the other. They were simultaneously too close together — clumping up — and too fast to even catch a glimpse of who was who and of those who weren't running like headless chickens, there was no sign of the Governor.

The side prison alarm finally shut off and another one blared to life near the back of the prison and if one had a bird's eye view they could see walkers pouring out of the holes in the back of the prison, the sound drawing them out of the building through the same places they had wandered —or been led— in through.