Free World Apocalypse - Captive by T.K. Malone

Author:T.K. Malone [Malone, T.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-30T22:00:00+00:00

Zac woke in a dimly lit timber room which smelled of sawed wood. What little light there was came from a small slit in the wall, one clearly too narrow to provide much in the way of a useful view. There was a single door but it had no handle. He decided he was in a cell, at which thought he pushed himself to his knees and slid across to one of the walls, where he leaned his back as he stretched his legs out before him.

“Billy?” he ventured.

“Noodle,” came muffled from a dark corner, clearly from the cell next door.

“You okay?”

“I recently flew into a fuckin’ tree; what do you think?”

Zac grunted a reluctant laugh.

“Zac?” Billy’s voice came through the wall on the other side of the cell.

“Billy?”

“Loser’s here by my side.”

“Is that Billy?” Noodle asked.

“Yep,” Zac said. “Loser’s with him.”

“Poor bastard.”

“Why? What happened to him?”

“No, Billy; imagine having Loser next to you.”

Zac could see Noodle grinning in his mind’s eye. “Either of you any idea where we are?” As soon as the words had left his mouth, he realized what a dumb question it was. He guessed they’d been captured by mercs. The State Defense Force just wasn’t as well-equipped as he’d seen their captors to be. The Free World army must surely be tied up in bigger things, he reckoned, given the small matter of the apocalypse. So, mercs it had to be, he decided, along with realizing he knew very little about Irving Meyers’ lot. Mentally kicking himself, he rued not having asked Laura more, but then, every time he’d brought it up she’d deflected his questions and clammed up. All he knew for certain was quite rudimentary: they lived in the forest, had a kick-ass army, and were involved in some way with Charm, but how, he didn’t know.

“Laura! Hey, Billy, Noodle, either of you know what’s happened to Laura?”

“Assumed she was in there with you, Zac,” Noodle chimed in. “Sure ain’t in here with me.”

“Loser says, ‘No’,” Billy then called.

Zac undid his jacket, slipped out of it and raised his vest. From what little he could see, he appeared to be bruised but not too shabby. He reached into his pocket and found his smokes. Surprised he’d not been stripped of them, he sat back and lit one.

“Are you smoking?” Noodle’s muffled words called out.

“Yep.”

“Bastard.”

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