The Starborn Redemption: Books 1-3 by Jason D. Morrow

Author:Jason D. Morrow [Morrow, Jason D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14 - Black

HOLBROOK CAN’T HELP but snarl when he looks at me. The burns on my face are starting to dry and crust, and the bandages on my pathetic stump of an arm is soaked with blood again. I’ve been taking medicine to try and ward off the infection, but I’m still running a temperature and have cold chills shooting up and down my body. I should be resting, yet here I am standing in front of a black Screven SUV waiting.

Holbrook leans against the SUV parked in front of me and soldiers stand guard around us, watching for any movement on the horizon. His uniform is in perfect condition. No wrinkles. No dust or smudges. Holbrook is, himself, pristine. If he sweats, he dabs it with a white cloth that fits neatly inside his breast pocket with no bulge or crease. His boots shine despite the dust that puffs up in clouds around us.

Me? I’m a mangled mess. My clothes hang loose on my thin frame. My face and neck will undoubtedly scar if the infection doesn’t reach my blood and kill me. My stump is still bleeding after more than two weeks and I haven’t bathed in at least that long.

I am disgusting to a man like Holbrook. And it makes me hate him.

I was never pleased when the man occasionally announced that he would be arriving at Vulture Hill for inspection and questioning. When he came, he wanted me to know who was in charge. But Vulture Hill had been its own world where Holbrook didn’t belong. He never got to know the prisoners. He never cared about any of them as I did. He didn’t see them as the children they were who needed correcting and sometimes, yes, killing.

It didn’t help that Holbrook had been put in charge of my region long after I had been appointed warden of Vulture Hill. His assignment had come from the top, though it wasn’t because there was anything wrong with how I was running things. Jeremiah just wanted more control over what was going on. Vulture Hill was not the only prison camp with the mission of processing greyskins. There are several others throughout the Containment Zone, but they are all becoming obsolete just as Vulture Hill did. Soon, Screven will abandon this place entirely except when they need to storm in to gather a large group of greyskins.

Seems like an arrogant task to me—for Screven to think that it can make the entire zone full of greyskins and nothing else is crazy. It can’t be done. First, people are too stubborn to die out completely. There will always be survivors in a place so vast. Greyskins don’t have a long life once turned, maybe half a decade or so. But I guess they’re doing more than just creating them here. I’ve heard reports of Screven trucks coming into the Containment Zone and just dumping them from other places, potentially to be used for later.

“Are you sure Liam and his daughter were from this area?” Holbrook asks, folding his arms over his chest.

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