The Apocalypse Watch by J Foster Ward

Author:J Foster Ward [Ward, J Foster]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evil Genius Society
Published: 2019-11-10T22:00:00+00:00

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Only then, when he’d taken out the wylers, did the strings holding Jacob up let go. He felt the giddiness rapidly change to a wave of vertigo and lowered the machete. He stumbled sideways to a filthy bed and settled onto it. There were shrieks of terror from the other rooms around him, excited yelling, and moans of the wounded from everywhere.

He was sitting in the crumbling mummified remains of a human who had been alive a few minutes ago. First some sort of telekinesis and now what? Fucking life-force vampirism? It didn’t track. This wasn’t happening. How did the future suddenly end up this utterly unreal?

Looking around the room he saw a crowd of the blue-skinned humans had gathered to stare at him, and the downed wylers.

“Who are you people?” he asked, hoping someone understood the language.

He was answered by murmured whispers among the tribesmen. There was a commotion at the back of the room and the young boy – Bool – he’d talked to earlier emerged from the group.

“You speak the holy words, but I do not understand all,” the kid said in confusion.

“No shit, Sherlock,”

The boy looked confused. “The waterclosets are down the hall,” he said.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant. Are all of you… all you people… Where do you come from?”

“We were brought here. As a gift. To be reborn.”

Jake didn’t like the sound of that.

“And where, exactly, do you get, uh, reborn?”

The boy pointed to the far door. “It is forbidden for us to go there. Only the chosen of the Vox may…”

Jake had been whispering to the wrist-buddy and it recited back his words in a loud voice, “I am the mighty wrist-buddy! Do the bidding of my servant, Jake!”

And while the primitives were cowering, he pushed open the heavy wooden door that had been fitted where a futuristic one had been torn free and walked into the forbidden room.

At first, he thought it might just be the den for the three huge dog-ogres, but then the smell hit him. The chamber beyond did seem to be the wyler’s chamber, with a huge nest made of old fabric and cushions scavenged from bunker furniture. Stacked against the walls were all manner of junk and machinery, everything from jars of tiny parts to machines the size of a couch. Like the dog-beasts had torn everything from the entire Bravo module and stashed it here.

But no sign of Milan. He rushed on, down a hallway, hoping he wouldn’t find the real horrors he was imagining. It looked like a cell block, with walls of clear plastec instead of bars, gridded with small holes for airflow. Inside the first two cells he found several of the primitives, stripped naked, bound and gagged. And in the two at the end he found two cells had been converted to a kitchen… and a larder.

Human body parts were stacked in buckets and crates in the latter, and the body of yet another blue tribe member was tied down spread-eagled onto a butcher block in the kitchen.

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