Hush: Post-Apocalyptic Extreme (End of All Things Book 2) by Ash Ericmore

Author:Ash Ericmore [Ericmore, Ash]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-31T22:00:00+00:00

All James could feel was pain. Throbbing in the blackness. There was a heat in his head. He pulled his eyes open. Hard. Stuck together. The light trickled in, stabbing at him. Fuck. James looked around. He was up. Sitting. He tried to move his hands but couldn’t. It was light. Electric. The power was back on. Must still be night though. Lifting his head, he was alone. Looked like he was in a work room of some sort. He was half naked. Just had his underwear on. James pushed and pulled. He was tied to the chair. With every movement his neck hurt. They must have smashed him over the head with something.

The walls of the room were concrete, unpainted. There were tools hung on them. No windows. A single light bulb hanging above him. Door to the left. No window in it. Shit. It could be any time of day. James tried to rock the chair. It lifted on the side. At least he wasn’t bolted to the floor. That was something. The floor was grimy. Must be the caretaker’s room for the hotel. Something like that. He could have been moved into the service station. James stopped pulling against the ropes. It wasn’t getting any looser. Just digging into him. They’d done a good job of tying him down. Instead, he listened. Tried to gain some clue about—

There was a noise.

From above.

Someone was outside the room. Above him. Maybe he was in a basement? They were coming, getting closer. James dropped his chin to his chest, and closed his eyes. Voices. They became hushed when they got closer to the door. A creak. The door opened. James waited. They were obviously looking in on him. Fucker, one of them said. Yeah, the other agreed. I can’t believe he’s still out. Hold on. More footsteps.

“Gentlemen.” The voice of an older man. James focussed in on it. Probably the Major. Cunt. There were footsteps into the room. James could feel eyes on him. Someone close. He opened his eyes to a squint, make sure that he couldn’t be seen doing it. Someone was standing in front of him. Nice shoes. Shined. Like this was a normal business day. White trousers. Good for the apocalypse. Duh. “I know you’re awake,” he said.

James lifted his head. The weight of the blood sloshing around in there made it hard. He felt like he was rocking a migraine. But it was just the blow. He blinked looking at the man. It was the man from the farm. Dressed in a white suit. “I’ll have a six piece family bucket, please.” James smiled at him.

The man snorted, and looked down at himself. “Yes,” he replied. “Very good.” He looked across the room. James’s eyes followed his stare. Two other men. Not dressed quite so business-efficient. “We have a comedian.” They laughed in response. Lackeys. Snivelling ones. James brought his eyes back to the Major, had to be him. “So, I know why you’re here. That much is obvious.

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