The Roadhouse Chronicles Box Set [Books 1-3] by Cox Matthew S

Author:Cox, Matthew S. [Cox, Matthew S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic
Publisher: Division Zero Press
Published: 2018-10-05T04:00:00+00:00

Tris dreamed of being trapped in a small octagonal room with white walls. She spent hours and hours searching for a door, but couldn’t find anything resembling one. Soon after she curled up against the wall sobbing, Zara’s voice came from the speakers overhead.

“Tris? Come on… it’s time.”

She awoke curled on her side with Zara sitting up behind her, as if they’d been spooning.

“That didn’t sound like a good dream.”

Tris stretched until her limbs quivered, went limp for a few seconds, and sat up.

Zara massaged her shoulders. “Mac knocked about ten minutes ago.”

“Ugh. Sorry.” Tris yawned.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. My turn to drive now. Shall I carry you to the mattress in the van?”

“Heh. Tempting.” She stood with a grunt, the muscles in her legs as responsive as pudding.

“Tris?”

“Hmm?” She glanced back.

“I’m not sure if there was a toilet.” Zara bit her lip. “I… It’s a blur.”

“Later.” Tris rolled her right arm around to stretch her shoulder. “My brain isn’t on yet.”

Zara led the way downstairs, but Tris darted ahead into the bathroom. She waited for Zara afterward, and they entered the main room together. Based on the angle of the sunlight, she guessed it to be after noon, likely closer to one. Zara headed for the door, but Tris snagged her arm and pulled her over to the counter.

“Hey Mac.” Tris smiled. “You got any like sandwiches or burgers… something we can walk out eating?”

“Yeah. Be a minute or two. Chicken or burger?”

“Chicken,” said Tris and Zara at the same time.

“Hey pops?” Mac leaned toward the window behind him. “Two chicken burgers.”

“Four coins?” asked Tris.

Mac opened his mouth, hesitated, then nodded. “Yah.”

She put down six. “It’s okay. If it’s anything like the steak.”

Something crashed in the back with a cacophony of ringing tin.

“Goddamit,” yelled a woman.

“Oy! What ya doin’ back there?” Mac held up a ‘wait a sec’ finger before darting past the bead curtain.

Tris let her eyes droop closed, leaning on the counter for support. More sleep waited only a few yards outside the door. Whiskey fumes washed over her face a few seconds later.

“Hey there,” said a slurred male voice. “You two available?”

“No,” said Zara, her voice cold.

Tris looked up. Three men covered in road dust and dark leather jackets loomed over them. The nearest one looked closer to forty, with a thick, black moustache.

He stared at Tris’ crotch. “C’mon, bitches. You’re always workin’. Give ya five apiece. There’s three of us so’s that’s fifteen.”

The man on the left, who looked even more inebriated, raised two fingers. “Five’s with anal.”

“No, it isn’t,” said Zara. “We’re not ‘for hire.’”

Shit. Her fatigue melted. “Go away.”

“Bodies like that?” asked number three, a dark-tanned blond with about a month of facial hair. “You can’t keep that shit all to yourselves. You two are like the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen. Hell with it, I’ll give ya fifteen coins mah dam self for both y’all at once.”

“We’re not prostitutes,” said Tris. “Look. Just go away, I’ll buy you all a shot apiece.”

“I’ll give them shots.

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