Cannibal Country (Book 1): The Land Darkened by Urban Tony & Strickland Drew

Author:Urban, Tony & Strickland, Drew [Urban, Tony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Horror | Thriller
Publisher: Packanack Publishing
Published: 2020-01-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Between the wretched odors inside the bar and the way the vodka was hitting, Wyatt needed some fresh air before he puked or passed out, or both. He left Barb and Supper at the bar and pushed out a side exit, sucking in big mouthfuls of air as soon as he was in the open.

As he gathered himself, he noticed the thugs who’d earlier harassed his mother huddled in a pack one building down. He could hear excited, animalistic sounds coming from them, noises that reminded him of monkeys at the zoo.

His curiosity got the better of him and he crept along the building, closing the distance until he could get a better look. When he did, he felt sick all over again.

Allie, the pretty blonde who’d been so enamored with Supper upon their arrival was encircled by the group. Her crop top shirt had been torn away revealing mosquito bite breasts and a torso so emaciated he could count her ribs.

“Give it back!” Allie reached toward one of the creeps and Wyatt saw him holding her shirt above his head, twirling it like a lasso.

“Go ahead, take it from me. I won’t bite. Much!” He chomped his jaws for effect.

Allie looked beyond the men. Wyatt followed her gaze and saw the flame-headed man who’d yelled at her earlier. He lounged against the side of a building and smoked, paying no attention to the goings on.

“Come on, Pete!” She said to him. “This ain’t what we talked about.”

Rather than help, Pete turned away from her.

She tried to cover her naked chest with one hand and grab the shirt with the other. The effort was futile. The men whooped and hooted, like a cartload of chimpanzees. When she dove for the shirt, another of the group grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her into him. He wrapped his bearish arms around her and ground his crotch against her ass.

“Just like that, babe. Keep fighting. T-Bone likes it rough.”

“Let go!” She stomped her foot down on the man’s toes.

The self-proclaimed T-Bone squawked a startled yelp and loosened his grip enough for Allie to slip away. Her freedom was short-lived as a teenager with a mohawk grabbed a fistful of her dreadlocks. With his other hand, he groped her groin.

Wyatt had seen enough.

“Eight against one,” he said as he stepped into the open. “You sure are some real tough guys.”

The gang looked his way, curious about the new arrival. The man who held Allie’s shirt, an ugly son of a bitch with a nose that had been broken so many times it looked like a hunk of meat stapled to his face, spoke first. “None of your business, pretty boy!”

Wyatt knew that to be the truth. None of this had anything to do with him. Nothing to do with his family. Nothing to do with why they were here. But he wasn’t going to sit by and watch as these cretins gang-raped the woman.

“Maybe I should make it my business.” Wyatt hoped that didn’t sound as cheesy out loud as it did in his head.

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