Stung (Zombie Gentlemen) by Merikan K.A

Author:Merikan, K.A. [Merikan, K.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Acerbi & Villani ltd.
Published: 2013-10-27T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Victor practically licked the bowl of porridge he got for supper. Unlike the other prisoners, he wasn’t trying to communicate with the women crowded on the other side of the room. He didn't bother to count them, but estimated that for every female, there were four or five male workers in the camp. Despite being lesser in number, for the most part, women looked healthier than the men, so he assumed either the portions were sufficient for their needs or they had something to snack on between the meals. He suspected the latter.

Some females worked alongside men in the orchard, but they were mostly assigned to making preserves, cooking, milking the cows and a task that was complained on so loudly, he could hear it from his place against the wall - laundry duties.

Even though contact between the sexes was technically not allowed, Victor started noticing after a few days here, that not all the guards were bothered enough to stop the passing of little notes or an exchange of smiles. This kind of normal human contact must have been something that kept the long serving prisoners sane. Victor’s thoughts were nowhere close to the other side of the room.

There was a slight glimmer of hope in him that told him to leave it all to Crunch and avoid the risk of spending days marching through the woods, but he was quick to dismiss it. He couldn’t allow himself to depend on anyone’s mercy.

He was like all the others. The need for human contact was making him careless and too trusting. He couldn’t--

“Hey, you!”

Victor looked up. A guard who was probably younger than him pointed a finger at him.

“Yeah, you.”

Victor cleared his throat, looking into the heavily spotted face. “What?”

“Someone wants to talk to you outside.” The guard nodded at the door, as if that was supposed to be enough of an order.

Victor’s heart fluttered, and he gulped down his tea just to refresh his teeth. Maybe Crunch was on watch again tonight? “Of course, mister.” He gave the guard a polite nod and walked towards the wide door, trying to hide his smile but it was a lost cause. He hoped Crunch wouldn’t mind.

He exited under the watchful gaze of other guards, but the silhouette he saw against the purple sky was not the one he wished for. It was Iron Teeth. Startled, Victor came to an abrupt halt, looking around in hope he would spot his lover somewhere. The realization that they were in fact alone hit him like a hammer to the head, and his blood ran cold.

“Victor, right?” The guard approached him casually, with hands on his hips. He was bulky, with a bit of a pot belly that didn’t make him any less intimidating. Victor hid his hands in the pockets of his trousers and nodded, keeping his eyes low, at Sharpe’s muddy boots. He knew some people believed looking them in the eye was a sign of arrogance and right now, he felt like the humblest man in Honeyhill.

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