The Alpha Plague (Book 7) by Robertson Michael

Author:Robertson, Michael [Robertson, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Phalanx Press
Published: 2017-03-28T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

The rattle of metal against metal clattered through the prison. It took a hold of Flynn’s already frayed nerves and electrocuted them, waking him from his uncomfortable sleep.

Not only did Flynn have a headache and a backache, but he had such sore muscles he doubted if he’d be able to travel far. It took slow and tentative movements, but he unfurled himself from Rose.

Mistress stopped hitting the bars with her baton and opened the cell door.

Despite how many times he’d heard locks opening on large doors over the years, Flynn still hadn’t gotten used to the sound. The crack of the bolt snapped through him—a sharp reminder of his incarceration.

Mistress stormed into the prison, her heavy boots slamming down against the hard linoleum floor. The way her apron glistened in the light suggested she had yet more fresh blood on her.

“Get up, you lazy fucks,” Mistress boomed and kicked one of the prisoners. The woman yelped from the blow.

“By the end of the day,” Mistress continued, “there will only be one of you left. We don’t have much room in our community, so you need to prove you’re worthy of the spot.”

Flynn managed to sit up by the time Mistress drew close, so he avoided her kick. His brand throbbed and it felt as if the infection had gotten worse overnight. How long before he got blood poisoning from it?

They’d spent the night in an abandoned jail cell in an abandoned police station. A hard linoleum floor was covered in grit and dust, but at least they weren’t put in that cursed damp dungeon again. They remained in the town they’d been in the previous day. The town that the people surely didn’t live in, but it served as a good place to host their sick games.

Early the previous evening, when they’d first been locked up, Flynn and Rose had spoken to one another. But the brute and the guards told them to shut the fuck up very quickly, so they did. As the night drew on and it got darker inside the cell, they moved close to each other for comfort. By the time they’d both fallen asleep, they were wrapped around one another as if holding on for dear life.

Rose got to her feet first, seemingly nimble despite what they’d been through the previous day. Her blonde hair sat wild and out of control. It reminded Flynn of straw—not that he’d tell her that. She pulled a tight-lipped smile at him and held her hand in his direction.

Flynn took her surprisingly strong grip and let her pull him to his feet. She’d been a rock for him over the past day; she must want something in return.

Mistress didn’t say anything else, but she stalked around the cell, walking close to each person as she held onto the metal baton she’d used to wake them with. The non-verbal threat did enough to force all nine prisoners into a line.

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