Sneaky || Volume 2

Chapter 192

Eve lifted her head from the rifle scope, the grass tickling a small part of her stomach where the rim of her shirt had snagged and pulled up, as she had gotten to the ground in a hurry.

She would have laid on the road if she could get a shot from there but even at a glance you could tell the cars were in the way.

She waited a beat to make sure they would stay put before her palms planted in the dying grass and pushed herself up from her stomach before sidestepping to let Daryl take her place with the rifle.

With no idea where the shot came from and the Governor's truck cut off as a method of escape, the two men had no choice but to comply.

When they showed no sign of disobeying, Daryl grumbled an affirming noise to Eve and she nodded before going for a little stroll along the road~ One hand holding the radio, the other resting on the hilt of her knife.

Why?

That's the question that plagued her as Eve walked the road, approaching the field of bodies from an angle that the trucks were blocking her from the two survivors' sight.

They couldn't have been stopped for more than a minute before she and Daryl caught up to them, and yet they arrived at a scene of pure carnage. A leader gunning down his own people and there was no reason that she could fathom for it.

What on earth happened?

It's not like every single one of them were bitten or scratched in the tombs and inexplicably got away; or [other reasonable reason].

It didn't make sense. The Governor's dead so she's confident that even if it had been some kind of trick, it failed completely. But this.... This isn't even. The more she thought about it, she had no idea what to make of this — what she's supposed to think.

The only explanation she can come up with is that he was nuts and she has a feeling that that's not far off the mark, if not a dead-on bullseye.

The Governor's dead, so they could have let Martinez and his other lieutenant go but Eve's not that forgiving, and this scene is unsettling no matter how you look at it. She wants answers.

Even if it's just to relieve some latent paranoia.

When she walked around the car, the two of them were pissin' their pants because she was so calm. Calm as the gentle chilly breeze drifted past. Her steps didn't make so much as a click on the surface of the road, and for a moment it almost seemed like she wasn't real. Like they had been scared silly and had started hallucinating; they watched her with wary eyes.

She came to a quiet stop in front of them. Just far enough to send goosebumps raising all over their skin. Not too close but not too far.

Her presence was... imposing. Her relaxed expression looked like it was carved from stone; impossible to read but her eyes carried enough pressure to turn carbon into diamonds.

She obviously has help if she's daring enough to stroll up to them without a care.

But for some reason — even knowing there's a rifleman out there with them in their cross-hairs, and no gun to be seen on this lady — it felt like the bigger threat was standing in front of them.

Bright amber eyes burned cold as she stared at them and inexplicably made them feel like employees facing their boss's boss after their boss made a royal mistake. All the hair on their bodies stood on end and only bent with the minuscule drops of cold sweat that began to collect on their skin.

Whether intentional or not, Eve made them sweat for a long minute before finally, one word dropped in their ears.

"Why."