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“Where is Trix?” I questioned, getting into the back with Maliki.
“Right here, girl.” She came shuffling out of the nursing home wearing the most colorful outfit I had ever seen.
“What the hell do you have on? Looks like a bunch of color swatches having an orgy.”
She flipped Greer off and pulled herself into the third row to sit beside him. Before she was even settled Z
ane hit the gas, laughing when she damn near fell off the seat.
“You keep it up Z and you’re gonna find my foot up yo ass.”
I sighed and got comfortable my damn self. This forty-five minutes was not going to go fast enough.
By the time we reached the old meat farm the sun was nearly set, leaving a grayish tint to the sky. The woodland directly on our right made it seem darker than it was.
There was a giant building on side of the property—the abattoir, and a depleted one level on the other. Not a pig or cow was in sight, naturally. Had this place really had meat we all would have known what it was.
It took resources to keep livestock thriving and a pig was almost enough to wage war over these days. The Savages were more than blessed when they took over a city more than capable of caring for such beasts.
“So what’s the plan?” Addy asked, eyeing the wooden sign that read Stile’s Farm.
“Well we don’t want to walk right up that long ass driveway. There’s no way of knowing what’s at the top,” Greer replied.
“We could circle around the abattoir and loop up,” I suggested.
“That’s our best option,” Zane agreed.
“Trix hop up here, you’re our getaway and lookout. If something comes honk. Leave the engine running but the lights off, there’s fresh diesel in it.” He opened the driver door and we all followed his lead.
Once we were all out, the five of us headed for the far end of the property line, each keeping a watchful eye for anything and anyone. There was nothing around, just this one stretch of road and old meat farm. Old fencing had fallen down and the fields were so overgrown the weeds reached my hip.
“It doesn’t feel as hot as it should right now,” I pointed out.
“That’s like the universal warning for turn the fuck around,” Greer replied.
He was probably right. The more isolated a place was in the Badlands the more fucked up shit happened.
We laughed softly and continued on our way nonetheless.
“Its muddy,” Addy noted when we reached where we needed to cross over.
“This is more like brown slush,” Maliki remarked, making sure I was steady on my feet as we headed up the far pathway.
It was at the half-way point the smell became noticeable, as did screaming in the far distance. We immediately slowed our pace going on high-alert.
“That isn’t the scream of someone dying,” Addy was the first to point out.
“No, but someone is in a lot of fucking pain,” Zane replied.
Rounding around the side of the building, we came upon rows of blue barrels. I took a glance inside one that was missing lid and found it full of old blood.
The smell increasingly grew worse, emanating across the property as a whole. The screaming was coming from the house.
We moved silently, edging around old animal remains and liter. Geer was the first to speak up again when we neared the end of the abattoir. “So are we rolling up like, surprise, hijo de puta. Or are we doing this stealthily.”
“Where did you guys find him at?” I asked.
“He was one of our first initiations. He’s much brighter than before, though,” Maliki answered.
