Quantum Rule: A Post-Apocalyptic Survivor Series (AFTER: A POST-APOCALYPTIC SURVIVOR SERIES) by Jay Sandlin & Eerie River Publishing

Author:Jay Sandlin & Eerie River Publishing [Sandlin, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eerie River Publishing
Published: 2021-06-10T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

God’s Offering

Voices murmured from deep in the sewers. Morlox gathered in a cavernous chamber, deep enough to fit most of Brooklyn’s starving population. The albino humanoids—palefaces, as X called them—sat in rows, hands raised to the unseen sky. The litanies they chanted told a tale of their banishment from the surface.

Bruce stifled his growl as he spotted Cabal at the head of the crowd, wearing his spiked gauntlets. The warrior priest stood on a high platform, framed by a sewer opening large enough to fit the Statue of Liberty’s crumbling remains. The warrior priest paced before the crowd, flourishing long tattered robes. The morlox remained hypnotized by his words, breaking out in loud chants each time he hoisted a quantum staff nearly as long as he was. Dangling rings clinked from the ceremonial weapon’s tip as he shook it in his pale grip. “In the days before the Scorch, we lived above. Children of the great yellow sun.” He pointed the staff to the side, gesturing to a long table covered by roughspun cloth. “But when the Scorch burned the sun red, the world above rejected us!” Yanking the cloth from the table, he revealed Rebecca, held down by her ankles and wrists, cinched tight by leather straps. Cabal approached her, reaching out with his hand. She shouted at the morlox, words muted by a metal ball gag. The priest’s bony finger stroked her chin. “Through blood and quantum, her kind drove us to the Subterranean’s darkness, left to rot in the dead city we call home.” Cabal removed his finger from Rebecca’s chin, shaking it at the crowd. “But my flock, we survive through servitude to God. Today, we offer Him a sacrifice!” Making a quick swipe with Bruce’s gauntlet, he sliced Rebecca’s shoulder with one of the spikes, and blood streamed from her wound.

X hooked Bruce by the arm, keeping him from leaping into the middle of the bizarre ritual. “Not yet, Dempsey.” Reaching for his faceplate, the collector pressed a small button between the quantum metal lining and his scarred skin. The hover sled responded, silent repulsors maneuvering the flat transport into position. Nodding to Bruce, he handed off a pair of morlox sun shades they’d picked him up along the way. “Remember, put them on when you see the flash.” He licked the corners of his cracked lips. “That’s when we unleash Hell on the palefaces.”

Bruce nodded, affixing the shades over his head. “We only found one pair, what about you?”

X turned and tapped the side of his metal face. “Don’t need em, mate.” Pressing another button, his faceplate extended. Bruce heard the sliding movement of invisible mechanical parts as the metal covered the rest of his head. X’s single red eye flashed, his skull encased in a quantum helmet. “I brought my own.”

Damn. Bruce rubbed the back of his unprotected head, feeling more vulnerable than ever. I gotta get my claws back. Studying the albinos, he didn’t spy a single pair of sun shades among the wild worshippers.

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