Winter Smith (Book 2): The Secrets of France by Strange J.S

Author:Strange, J.S. [Strange, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: J.S. Strange
Published: 2017-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

V walked slowly down the flight of stone steps, with Marcus at her side. She was exhausted. Underneath the yellow head to toe gown she wore, she was withering away. Her head ached, her eyes sagged, and her body screamed for sleep. This hadn’t been part of her agreement.

Marcus was leading her down to the cells, where they were keeping hold of people, most notably Connor Getty, a young man who had turned out to be immune.

“How do you feel?” Marcus asked.

“Angry.”

Marcus nodded. “I bet.”

Something in his tone angered her. He seemed false. Did he know something was up? Impossible.

They strode past Blitzers guarding open doors and through to the rows of cells V had installed. They walked slowly, past people who were close to death, until they got to Connor.

V didn’t pity him. To her, he was filth. He was scum. He didn’t belong in the new world order. Nobody immune belonged in the new world order.

“Get up,” She snapped.

Connor got to his feet. He was naked, and nothing but skin and bone. She grimaced.

Two Blitzers stepped forwards and opened the cell doors. Connor was manhandled out of his cell and pushed forwards.

“Take him to the lab.”

The Blitzers pushed him with the ends of their guns into a laboratory that was at the end of the cells. Connor was strapped down into the chair. He didn’t even fight. He had been pushed and prodded so much that he didn’t care anymore.

Masked doctors stepped forwards and began injecting him, taking his bloods, which they would later evaluate in the hopes to find out why he was immune. If the Union had a cure, then V needed to know about it.

“Don’t you feel disgusting?” V questioned Connor as Marcus stood at the end of the room with his arms crossed. “Don’t you realise how disgusting you are?”

“I can’t help that I’m immune,” Connor grovelled. “Please, just let me go.”

“You won’t be getting out of this place,” V said, smugly. “You’re not fit to be on this earth. As soon as we find out why you’re immune from what I created, you’ll be killed.”

“Fuck you, V, you disgusting woman.”

“I’ve been called worse.” V giggled. “Take his blood.”

The masked nurses did as they were told. Connor screamed out, trying to fight it, but having no luck. Marcus stared at him as if he were bored, as if all of this was just a children’s game.

V stepped forwards and looked at Connor. “Time is ticking, boy. If you know something you need to tell us.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Who else is like you?”

Connor winced as a needle was taken out of his arm. “I don’t know!”

V slapped him. Connor gasped. “You do know something!”

Connor gripped V’s cloak and pulled. V was thankful that it didn’t come off her head. The fabric had been clasped down, for this very reason. Connor spat at her, and she slapped him again, pushing away from the boy before her. Marcus stepped forwards, drawing out a gun and placing it to Connor’s head.

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