Free World Apocalypse - Fugitive by T.K. Malone

Author:T.K. Malone [Malone, T.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-10-01T06:00:00+00:00

13

Connor’s story

Strike time: unknown

Location: unknown

Lights glared down on Connor. Banks of lights like those that lit the Free World Park of an evening, or once had. Flood lights, except they were somehow imposing, glaring down at him, analyzing him. Connor walked the perimeter of what he thought was some kind of loading bay, except the ceiling was high, like a hall, and balconies jutted out on three sides. The forth appeared to be filled with what looked like a pair of enormous doors, what he guessed were thick concrete. Beneath each balcony was a scattering of other doors, set in plain walls around a green painted screed floor, an olive military green, around which he shuffled, his chains chinking and chafing on his wrists and ankles. A single guard stood in the center of the chamber, the nozzle of his gun following Connor’s plodding progress.

Confusion reigned in Connor’s mind. Questions like why was he the only one here? and where was Sable?, along with what the hell was going on? They all went around and around in his mind as he too struggled around and around the olive green floor.

Molly had never come back, nor the Turtle fellow. As for Charm, he’d mashed Connor’s mind and left him a quivering wreck on a hard bed in a stark room. When Connor had most needed help, he’d had his soul laid bare and trampled upon. And then this; just as he’d fallen asleep he’d been dragged from his bed without explanation, just for this. And on he trudged.

Was this any way to offer comfort, to heal someone after the trauma of absolute loss? Sweat blanketed him like a clammy coat, dripping from him, running into his eyes, searching out and stinging his chained wrists and ankles. Did he deserve this? Was this the price to pay?

“Is that better?” the now familiar voice of Josiah Charm rang out from one of the doorways on the other side of the hall, and Connor stopped ambling and stared at the man. “No, no, keep going, all the way around until you get to me,” the bastard called.

Connor made to shuffle a beeline toward him, but the guard raised his rifle and swept it around the perimeter, and so Connor hugged the walls until he finally reached Charm.

“There, Connor, a decent stretch of the legs will be good for you; just the ticket.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“To you? Keeping you sane, Connor, that’s what I’m doing,” then Charm turned his back on Connor and looked over his shoulder. “This way.”

“Where are we going?”

“To bed, Mr. Clay, to bed. That’s the problem with a subterranean hideout, it’s very difficult to keep track of time, very difficult indeed.”

Like the route that had brought him here, the corridor Charm led him along was devoid of decoration, just green-painted concrete broken by the occasional door. Silently at first, Charm sauntered ahead, a kind of swagger to his gait only the carefree could pass off, Connor shuffling along as best he could in the man’s wake.

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