West of Hell Omnibus Edition (West of Hell 1-3) by Brant Jason

Author:Brant, Jason [Brant, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: wild west, zombie western, escape from hell, Horror, old west, zombies, Cowboys, hell, apocalypse, zombies vs cowboys
Published: 2013-12-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“I think she’s waking up.”

Karen heard a few male voices ringing in her ears, increasing in volume as she woke up. Her brain pounded inside her skull, pulsating with each beat of her heart. The skin on the side of her face felt tight from the dried, caked blood there. She tried to open her eyes, but found them crusted shut, the eyelashes caked with dust and grime.

“She’s awake all right,” said a baritone voice. It rumbled throughout the room, echoing off the unseen surfaces surrounding Karen. “Hey boss! She’s finally awake!”

Her eyes finally cracked open and she allowed them a few seconds to adjust to the light. The walls around her were comprised of stones. She looked off to her left to see metal bars between her and two men standing outside them.

What the hell?

Trying to ignore the pain in her head, she sat up and looked around. She’d been laying on a cot inside a jail cell. A crumpled blanket sat on one end of the bed. There was a hole in the ground by the back right corner that she assumed to be for relieving herself in.

“Water.” It took her three tries to speak, her raw throat and mouth aching with each attempt. “Water, please.”

The two men on the other side of the bars glared back at her in contempt. One stood well over six feet tall and had broad shoulders. Karen wondered how much fabric it took to make his clothing. The other man’s height couldn’t have been more than a hair over five feet. The two of them standing side by side would have looked comical if not for the situation Karen found herself in.

“The bitch wants some water,” the short man said. He didn’t move to get any.

“Where am I?” Karen held both of her hands to her temples, applying light pressure, trying to relieve some of the pain. “Where’s Stephen?”

“Who’s Stephen?” asked the tall man. “That the little boy you kidnapped?”

Karen had trouble following the conversation. Between her headache, thirst, and waking up in a jail, she couldn’t understand what was happening. “Kidnapped? What are you talking about? Where is he? Is he safe?”

The short man rested his hands on the handles of the pistols that hung from his hips. He looked in at her with complete disgust on his face. She wondered what she could have done that would make him so angry with her.

“He’s fine, no thanks to you.”

“Where am I?”

Neither seemed inclined to answer.

“I said where in the hell am I? What’s going on here?”

The main door to the jail, which had been slightly ajar, pushed all the way open, flooding the area in sunlight. A man’s silhouette filled the frame as he stepped through and stood beside the odd-looking duo. He had a sheriff’s star on his chest, twin pistols on his hips, and piercing blue eyes that Karen never expected to see again.

“You’re in Sheol,” Evans’ said. “And you’ll be hanging from the gallows this afternoon.”

*****

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