The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 194 Changes

The prison was bathed in bright sunshine.

The sky was exceptionally blue, and patrolmen stood atop the prison's watchtowers, guns at their sides, glancing around with binoculars from time to time.

The watchtowers have overlapping views, providing a clear view of a large area surrounding the prison.

Let alone living people, even walking corpses would be annihilated the moment they stepped out of the surrounding woods.

Just then, a zombie staggered out of the woods. This zombie looked rather strange; besides exhibiting similar traits to its kind, it had a ligature mark around its neck.

There were drops of black blood seeping from the marks, clearly indicating that the wound had just been inflicted.

The zombie took two steps, and the bright sun shone directly on its head.

In an instant, a gunshot rang out.

The zombie's head was blasted open by a gunshot, and it fell to the ground. Its cloudy eyes, which were not closed, were looking at the bushes next to it.

Through the gaps in the bushes, a pair of wide blue eyes could be seen. The owner of the eyes took two deep breaths before slowly backing away, only daring to run back after walking a certain distance.

Next to the main prison building, a bright parasol is set up, creating a shady spot, where a chair sits.

Caesar sat in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips, and put down his binoculars. "Sigh, I've been watching for days, and there's still no sign of them launching an attack."

Mohr, who appeared behind him at some unknown time, pulled up a chair, leaned against Caesar, and sat down leisurely, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

He casually stuffed food into his mouth.

Caesar glanced at Moore beside him. "Have those women who were sent back to Yellowstone settled down yet?"

Moore nodded, his mouth full, and after swallowing, he said, "They were so excited when they went into Yellowstone, they went everywhere and looked around."

"Amy and the others were also arranged accommodations quickly, and they will be able to work normally after the probation period."

After briefly understanding the situation, Caesar didn't ask any further questions and looked down at the sketch in his arms.

The sketch was prepared by Caesar for the governor.

Caesar was prepared to finish the job in one battle and did not want to let the governor escape and then face the governor's revenge.

There are many things marked up and written on it.

Caesar was so engrossed in the drawing that his eyes were practically glued to it.

The sketches quickly became reality, with the prison at the center and everything around it changing rapidly.

The ground in the woods on both sides was torn up, pickaxes and shovels flew up and down, soil was thrown into the pits, and some hard branches were taken from the trees next to them and stuck into the bottom of the pits.

The cover above was very poorly done; anyone walking and watching their feet would notice something amiss.

After digging the pit, empty soda cans filled with stones were tied together and suspended from the middle of ropes, which were then wrapped around trees to surround the entire side of the prison.

As for the trees behind, many of them were leveled. The felled trees were not wasted; they were cut into sections with chainsaws and hung from the big trees. A rope loop was placed underneath, and anyone who stepped on it would be hoisted up or hit by the suspended log.

However, these traps all have one problem: the parts that trigger the trap are often omitted, making them easy to spot.

It's like someone who's just learned how to make traps but doesn't quite understand how to do it.

But this is enough to make some paranoid people suspicious.

For example, the governor.

He stared coldly at the ground not far away, where there were some withered branches and leaves. Through the huge gaps between the leaves, he could vaguely see the pit below.

The pit wasn't deep; he could even see the sharpened wooden sticks underneath.

The wooden stick went into the flesh, making a hole with each thrust.

The governor did not linger for long. He led his men forward, and after circling around for a long time, when they could vaguely see the rear fence of the prison, they saw a grove of trees with hanging logs.

Between the woods and the prison, there was a clearing with remnants of wooden stakes and debris, indicating that it had been recently logged.

All these signs indicate that the people in the prison were prepared, or even—knew in advance—that they would be returning.

The governor's face was extremely pale, and his only remaining hand was clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his skin.

The mild pain was transmitted to his brain, reminding him not to lose his temper.

The governor's low mood and the surrounding environment gradually made his subordinates realize something, and they glanced at the governor with lowered eyes.

They secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the governor's expression relax.

"Go!" The governor said coldly, the hem of his trench coat fluttering as he strode toward the outer perimeter.

His men quickly followed.

Walking through the dense jungle, the governor kept wondering why the other party had become wary.

Using the process of elimination, the governor quickly arrived at an answer.

Those thugs and their gang.

The governor acquired the prison's location through a trade involving women and supplies, so information about their impending attack on the prison could also be traded away.

Damn it, I should have killed them all sooner.

The governor thought bitterly.

If we had killed all those thugs the day we handed over the woman, we might have gotten a batch of weapons for free.

Of course, he didn't take into account the firepower of Caesar and his men at the time.

After leaving the woods, the governor and his entourage returned to their parking spot.

As the governor and his entourage approached, four men emerged from the surrounding hiding places; they were the ones the governor had left behind to watch the car.

"Governor."

The four men bowed to the governor in unison.

The governor's gaze swept past them as he strode past them without even glancing at them, his face grim.

The four men dared not say anything. When they saw the governor walk to the car, they quickly went up to open the car door and pushed away the thick branches and other things on the car body that were used for concealment.

The men who had returned with the governor didn't rest either; they quickly stepped forward to lend a hand.

After clearing the car, the governor leaned back against the car seat and closed his eyes to rest.

His men shut their mouths, quickly started the car, and drove away.

Before the car had even disappeared below the horizon, several figures emerged from under the grass, high in the trees, and even behind a bush.

Their faces were painted with greasepaint, and they wore military green bulletproof vests and other equipment. Their backs were covered with camouflage materials such as grass, branches, and dead leaves.

These things allow them to blend into their surroundings.

For example, just now, from the time the governor and his entourage arrived until they left, they didn't notice these people.

Wells took a few breaths, glanced back at his teammates, and said with a smile, "Good results in training today; we didn't get caught."

Since they were brought under Caesar's command, Caesar had demanded that they intensify their military training, but the level of military training they had at that time was of little use to Caesar.

Caesar needed more powerful elites, so he ordered Wells and others to undergo intensive training.

The intensity of Wells' training far exceeded the intensity of their training in military camps during peacetime.