Hotel Apocalypto E-Book

Eugene Samolin

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

In a post-apocalyptic dystopia filled with mutants and guns, a young man discovers he has paranormal abilities. After his sister is kidnapped by the powers that be, he embarks on an adventure that leads him to the heart of the land.

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Eugene Samolin

Hotel Apocalypto

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Hotel Apocalypto

Hotel Apocalypto

©2016 Eugene Samolin

Raiders Attack

Brian was digging in a crater for shrapnel when Penny’s sharp shout shocked him with a start.

“Raiders!” she pointed to the horizen, where a cluster of them approached on sand scooters.

“Scat!” said Brian.

Penny's feathers became camouflaged with the colour of the desert sand as she flitted back to the hotel.

Brian went back to digging until the raiders arrived.

“Brian,” said the head leader of the clan. They semi circled him. "Did any stragglers from that co op that was raided by the NWO in town yesterday find their way into that hotel of yours?" asked the clan leader.

Brian looked up at him. "What do you care if there did?"

"Haven't you heard? The NWO are offering a reward for all co op members, now, dead or alive."

Brian grunted. "There's none in there," he said.

The head raider nodded to one of his bandidoes, who went in and came out five minutes later with the box of tequila.

"That's my tequila!" said Brian.

The raider laughed and looked at his leader. "No co op stragglers," he said. He put the tequila on the back of his scooter and noticed a feather, the colour of the desert sand, on the ground. He picked it up and saw it change colour to the black of his leather glove as the rest of the raiders mounted their scooters. He put the feather in his pocket.

"Thanks for the tequila, Bruce," said the raiders, and they flew away.

This Post-Apocalyptic Dystopia

At dusk, Brian locked the gates of the hotel to keep his family and his five guests safe from the freaks, whose souls had been sucked away. He unlocked the storeroom and grunted angrily about the tequila. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and went up to the honeymoon suite where his family ate their microwave dinners and watched the news on the one and only channel, which was provided by the NWO.

"The NWO," came the voice from the commercial, "It's us who saved the world from the villanous World Government last year who unleashed a nuclear holocaust in the pursuit of their own selfish wars. It's us who released oxygen replenishing chemicals into the air to remove the nuclear smog and help children to be born deformity free. It's us whose making the medicine that can be used by all to prevent getting infected by the scratch or bite of a freak. It's us who keeps people safe from the maurading bands of raiders in the deserts and posses of brutish thugs in the cities. It's is who is keeping the Soul of the World safe. With our supreme leader, Lexus Grim, the man who single handedly saved the world from the treachorous World Government and fulfilled the prophecies, at the helm, you can rest assured that the world is in the best hands it possibly can be. The NWO: it's us!"

Brian got the ladder and put it underneath the secret door in the roof. He climbed it and swung the door open. "You're all good to come out, now," he said.

He climbed down the ladder and made way for the two members of the co op...a thin, rough looking and wiley woman; and a tall, softly spoken, knowledgable man. They came down and he offered them a whiskey. The woman, accepted; the man declined.

"The local raiders are looking for you," said Brian.

"Damned traitors," said the woman, Irene. "If it wasn't for them, we'd have plugged into the cable network by now."

The man, Brendan, spoke. "We've got to rendezvous with the rest of the survivors and see if we can find another way to establish a network for the co op. And don't worry," he said, looking at Penny's feathers. "You're secret's safe with us." Brendan pulled up his shirt to reveal bio electrical machinery in his torso. Irene lifted up the back of her hair to reveal a second, freakish baby face that drooled from the corner of its mouth.

Bruce chuckled and looked at his son, Clint. "Looks like you and I are the only non mutants in the room, son," he said.

Clint and Debbie exchanged a glance. If only he knew, Debbie heard him say in her head.

The sun was just dipping below the horizen, and the howls of the freaks started coming through the hotel windows. Debbie finished her dinner and went and looked outside at the soul less bodies.

Debbie thought of her mother. She'd never met her, but Brian had told her she'd left when Debbie was born, because it was the only way to avoid the NWO taking Debbie...a mutant...away to wherever it was they took the mutants and losing her forever. "Do you think Mum turned into a freak?" she asked.

Brian went to Debbie and comforted her. "The one thing I know about Jenny," he said, "Is that she's a survivor. I'm sure she's out there, somewhere, with her soul intact."

Debbie looked at Clint. He's telling the truth, he said.

"Here," said Brendan, pulling out a couple of walky talky's from his pack. "Take these," he handed the walky talky's to Clint, who accepted them good naturedly. "It's the least we can do."

"I'm happy to help you out for tonight," said Brian. "I know the co op are just about the only ones around here trying to uncover the truth...but you're bringing heat down on my ass, you hear?"

"We're going to rendezvous with the survivors of the raid and try to find another way to hook back into the network. They may have gotten information about us, but we got some about them, too."

"Good luck to you," said Brian. "Just don't let anyone see you leaving, or it'll be my ass."

"We'll be out of your hair in the morning," said Brendan. "You're a good man, Brian."

Night had fallen, and the howls of the freaks wailed hauntingly through the windows.