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“Through the abattoir, it will be harder to track us if they decide to come play,” Addy rushed out. “Stay behind me,” she commanded Zane, cutting in front of him and using both hands to slam the metal doors open.
I knew the smell would intensify because it seemed to be strongest when we passed the old warehouse, but fuck was it nauseating.
I was used to the stench of death and infections but this was nothing more than rotting bodies.
The doors slammed shut behind us with a loud echoing bang.
Before my eyes could begin adjusting to the new wave of darkness Maliki’s hand was wrapping around my wrist and he was all but dragging me forward.
“I can see, let me lead you.”
He wasn’t going to get a protest. How stupid would that be?
“Greer help Addy,” I told him, not giving a damn how Zane felt about that. My cousin wasn’t going to be walking blindly in a factory of graves.
Greer didn’t care either because he agreed and brushed past me to do as I’d told him.
From outside yelling grew louder.
They would either try to race around the building to cut us off on the other end or they’d come after us through the door we had just entered from.
With all the liter and barrels behind this place one route was obviously faster than the other. I gripped Maliki’s hand, trying not to breathe in too hard. The odor was tickling the back of my throat and making my eyes burn.
As my vision adjusted to its normal state in the dark I could make out multiple graffiti tags, and moss covered walls.
“Satanas this is disgusting,” Addy groaned when we got to the center of the building.
There was a narrow split in the ground, the chute livestock was once sent through to be slaughtered. It had been filled in with human carcass. One piled on top of the other and from what I could see the fresh corpses were all on top, each missing something.
“They’ve been doing this a long time,” Zane commented, moving surprisingly fast for someone toting an extra load.
“Long enough they had something valuable enough to give a panhandler for two people,” Maliki replied.
I glanced above us and saw the old track was partially down, leaving meat hooks to dangle aimlessly.
“They aren’t chasing us,” Addy pointed out just as we reached the end of the building. “Why wouldn’t they be after us? You two just killed half their family.”
“Greer take her,” Zane demanded, passing Darrian off.
He walked forward and moved Addy out of the way so that he’d be exiting first. “Now you keep your ass behind me,” he directed at her.
The doors were pushed open with a forceful shove, and welcome nighttime air poured in, still not fresh or clean-like but a huge improvement nonetheless.
There was silence outside. No yelling, screaming. Nothing.
We silently crept out of the abattoir. As my boot crossed the threshold back onto muddy soil the hairs on my neck stood-up in warning.
“Someone is out here.”
On cue, a man screamed a battle cry and charged at us from behind the building, long machete in hand.
We collectively moved back as the machete was swung. Zane dodging it easily, grabbed hold of the man’s wrist and twisted it back with enough force that he snapped the bone, creating a bulge beneath the skin.
“Get back to Trix,” he demanded, taking hold of the machete and using it against the cannibal, driving the end into his stomach and the pulling it back out.
“I can’t leave you,” Greer refuted. “And why are you doing my job for me? I protect you amigo not the other way around.”
Maliki surged
