I'm sorry guys, this was supposed to be so much longer but I had a really bad day today so this is all I've got.
Also, I've changed the way my shoutouts work, so now I'll be doing a list of my patrons, and one shout out per Ko-Fi I get; kind of like "sponsers" for the nxt chp vs investors in me as an author.
As soon as they got back, there was no time to rest. Given how angry the Governor will be after today's loss, they won't be caught sleeping again. Eve wasn't alone in her expectation that he will attack the second he's able to.
Attacking at dark was a possibility, so nobody was in much of a state to sleep and as the sun went down, casting darkness over the tension, many of them found themselves checking their weapons and packing up their stuff, doing anything to keep their hands and minds busy. Few were able to simply sit and wait out the night in anxious silence.
However, with so many of them doing things at a surprisingly efficient pace, only a couple hours had passed before everything had been packed up and all their defenses had been checked thrice over. There was nothing left to do except keep watch and wait.
The calm before the storm is undoubtedly the worst part of anything.
Even Eve found herself shuffling her hands and trying to pop her knuckles over and over, and Judith — being sensitive to the atmosphere — would not stop crying and was being passed around like a hot potato, clutching tightly to whoever had her and sending her pacifier sailing to the ground twice a minute.
Unexpectedly Eve left the room and came back, shuffling a pack of cards and several people perked up.
"Blackjack?" Daryl asked, already clearing his crossbow stuff off the table.
Eve shook her head and dropped the cards on the table before making a reeling gesture with her hand.
Daryl deadpanned. "I ain't playin' Go Fish."
Eve sat next to him and put her hands together. Oh, come on! Please?
Glenn snorted in amusement and got up, sitting across from them. "I'll play Go Fish."
Carl jumped up and sat next to her. "Me too. I'll play."
Maggie followed suit and sat down with a grin.
"Looks like you're outnumbered, Daryl." Carol chuckled from the side, coming over to sit down on Daryl's left.
"Ugh." Daryl groaned, making the mistake of glancing at Eve before he sighed.
"Fine."
Eve jumped in her seat like she'd sat on a thumbtack and passed the cards out faster than Lightning McQueen before he could change his mind, and accidentally threw a couple off the other side of the table into T-Dog's lap as he came and sat down.
As night fell, people finally started falling asleep despite their previous nerves, and Eve zipped up her jacket, grabbing the goggles that had been in frequent use the last few days.
"You goin' out?"
Eve turned around and Daryl stood calmly, not looking the least bit surprised, with his crossbow hung at his back. She wasn't going to leave without telling him, but it seemed he already knew what she was gonna do.
Eve nodded and the two of them headed off towards the tombs.
As they were walking through the tunnels with a warm-toned flashlight leading the way, Daryl asked, "Wanna split up or stay together?"
"Stick together." Eve answered.
As they reached the back exit, Daryl turned off the flashlight.
"I'll follow your lead."
Eve nodded and pulled the goggles down before opening the door.
The two of them slipped out the door like shadows, Daryl sticking to her closely as she guided him through the dark.
It wasn't long before she spotted their first target. A man in his mid to late 40's leaning against a tree, looking around every few minutes and looking mighty jumpy at every breeze that ruffled the leaves.
Eve slid her goggles off and pointed, moving to step behind Daryl. Daryl raised his crossbow as she put the goggles in front of his eyes, allowing him to see his target.
He took aim at the shadow he wouldn't have been able to recognize as a person if he didn't know the man was standing there, and with the grip of the trigger, a swift 'thunk' sounded and the gurgling sounds of blood filling a person's throat spewed into the night.
One after another for the next half hour fell in silence, either by blade or bolt and not one of them ever saw it coming. Not even when they heard something and investigated, only to have their throat slit from behind or to have their last sight be the smallest glint of moonlight on a blade in the stillness of the dark. Not even the sound of cicadas to accompany them down until not a soul remained.
Eve and Daryl scanned the woods three to four times before concluding there were no more spies left, and they went back to each kill, searching the bodies and picking their pockets for anything useful but all they found were radios; which would have been invaluable if they didn't already have one, courtesy of Andrea.
However, they still took them. They could never have too many enemy radios, and besides. If anyone should try to check in with these guys, it'll be easy to fake their voices. Radios aren't exactly as crisp as a cell phone when it comes to a person's voice.
For the rest of the night, Eve and Daryl took watch from Maggie & Glenn to wait for an attack, and so the long wait began.
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