Blood of the Wolf: A Post-Apocalyptic Adventure (After the End Book 5) by Doug Troxell

Author:Doug Troxell [Troxell, Doug]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2023-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 18

Drusilla entered the jungle of crying, wailing infants. There were tigers, flamingos, and even a giant elephant painted on the walls, but the only noise was a constant high-pitched howling that drowned out her thoughts.

Hondo’s MILF Zone was located in what used to be a jungle-themed restaurant on the lower level of the casino. Numerous plaster jungle animals hid among the plastic fronds and vines hanging from the ceiling. It was a love letter to the rampant consumerism of the Old World (where even eating food had to be an “event”), but any attempt to slip into the past was blocked by the dozens of bassinets filling what had once been the dining area and the tiny infants wailing inside each one.

Dozens of MILFs (Hondo’s crude term for the maternity ward workers) hustled between bassinets, picking up babies, burping them, cradling them, and feeding them from bottles. Most sported multiple spit-up stains on their shoulders or running down their backs.

“I’m in hell,” Drusilla said.

Tamina spotted Drusilla and wandered over carrying a chubby baby dressed in blue.

“Welcome to stork central,” she said. She tried to hand Dru the child, but Dru pushed it away. “Oh … okay. That’s not a great start.”

“Sorry. I don’t do babies,” Dru said.

“That’s going to be a problem if you’re working here, and, trust me, this is a good place to be.”

“The smell would suggest otherwise.”

Tamina handed the child to another worker like a quarterback handing off a football. Tamina gave Drusilla the grand tour—which did not take long. The MILFS were in charge of caring for the dozens of infants in the MILF Zone. Each girl seemed to be in charge of only one or two tasks, and each responsibility came with a creative job title. Seusers read stories to the babies. Belchers burped them. Milk Maids fed them.

Back in the kitchen area, a team of six MILFS mixed and heated formula for the feedings in the Milk Bar. These were Bessies. The sickening scent of sour milk was nauseating, but it was nothing compared to the smell that awaited Drusilla in the Land of Eternal Stench. A cross-eyed girl was changing a screaming infant’s diaper inside the restaurant’s bathroom. Tamina led Dru inside, but Dru was repelled by the stench.

Tamina handed her a surgical mask. “Better put this on.”

Even through the mask, the smell was overpowering. A trash bin full of cloth inserts seemed to be the epicenter of the stink. The cross-eyed girl (who Tamina introduced as Dorry) was a diaper-changing machine. She removed the baby’s diaper, popped out the cloth insert, replaced it with a fresh liner, and had the diaper back on in seconds.

“You wash those things?!” Dru asked, pointing to the bin of shit-stained inserts.

“Trust me when I tell you there ain’t a single disposable diaper left in New Jersey. I checked.”

Drusilla gagged into her mask. “Jesus Christ! How can you stand the smell in here?!”

Dorry shrugged and offered Dru a serene smile. “Honestly, I kinda like it.”

Tamina led

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