Safe Haven - No Hope in Hell: Book 11 of the Post-Apocalyptic Zombie Horror series by Christopher Artinian

Author:Christopher Artinian [Artinian, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Chef continued to work away, adding this and that to the simmering pots on the range. Occasionally, he’d glance across at the cage, but he seemed to be lost in his own little world, often coming out with random phrases as if in answer to a question nobody asked. “Every day they go out with fishing lines. Every day they come back empty-handed,” he muttered to himself.

Keely just watched him from the far end of her cage. The drip, drip, drip of Rupert’s blood had become far less rhythmical, and it reminded her that her own time was running out. The door to the kitchen swung open, and three men barged in.

“Wah-hey,” one of them said as the trio swaggered over to the cage.

“No one told us she was a looker,” another replied as he sprawled his hands over the top, looking down at Keely, who recoiled, scooching as far away as she could. “How about we give her a little taste test before the others—”

“Get away from me.” Keely tried to sound brave, tried to sound like she could do something about it if the men took her, but she knew it was a lie. She looked at the faces that surrounded her. In the glint of the candle and lantern light, she could see the same glaze in their eyes, the same distance in their expressions. Are they all out of it? Are they constantly dosing so they’re always high? She looked back to the tubular mushrooms as Chef scooped up another handful and placed them in the pot.

“Sounds like she might be a fighter. I love the ones who fight,” the first one said, reaching towards the padlock. “Chef. Where’s the key?” he asked, turning around.

“Beano said after dinner. He said she was after-dinner entertainment,” Chef replied.

“Yeah, well, we’re wanting a bit of before-dinner entertainment, so where’s the fucking key?”

“After dinner,” he said again, more distantly this time.

The other three laughed. “He’s fucking out of it.” The ringleader looked around the kitchen. “Over there,” he said, pointing to a set of keys on a hook by the door. “Go get them.”

Oh, God. Please, no, please. All Keely wanted to do at that moment was curl up and die.

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The furnace building and coal cellar were adjacent to the priory. It was in a dark courtyard behind the main building, and after piling out of the entrance, they had lingered a few seconds, saying their goodbyes and adjusting to the night once more before splitting up.

Mike, Robyn and Mila almost hugged the building, staying below window ledges as they skirted around, trying to find an entrance.

Mya and the others kept low too, but they knew where they were going. They waited at the north rear corner of the priory, lingering in the darkness like malevolent spirits waiting to pounce.

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To an untrained ear, it sounded like nothing more than a wisp of wind. To anyone familiar with the crossbow, it signified something far more deadly.

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