Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) by Quil Carter Read Free Book Online Page B

buildings here, and a few of them did a decent job, though they always saved the best material for their own homes.
I passed a few people on the stairs, but didn’t make eye contact with them, because of my job people were used to seeing me head for rooftops or higher ground and didn’t give me a second glance. That and the fact that they were all too scared to even acknowledge my presence because of my budding reputation. They learn quickly when it has to do with saving their own asses.
I quickly jogged up the stairs, two at a time, and when I saw the spray painted 4 on the stairwell, I opened the door leading to the long stretch of hallway. Before me, several doors on either side of the hallway, all with their room numbers spray painted on in black paint. I stood here for a second, and in the silence I could still hear the deacons howling. I mentally gauged which apartment would give me the best view of the square, and promptly kicked that apartment door open.
    A loud and assaulting noise filled my ears. I looked around annoyed and found the source right away. A toddler baby had been woken up by me charging in, and was wailing its displeasure for all the world to hear.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I told it. I grunted in annoyance and slung my M16 over my back and clicked it into its holder. Its bright red face was scrunched up and it’s mouth was gaping open like it was retarded or something. It wailed louder and looked at me like I was the most horrible person in the world.
“Shut up,” I told it. It was female, and I had some what remembered seeing her around the block with her mother. The live birth of females were rarer than males, something about the radiation, so she stood out more than the other brats in Aras. I would tell you how many other female babies we had here, if I had given a big enough shit to notice. Though the parents did their best to make them well known by sticking bows and shit in their hair. For obvious reasons females didn’t interest me. They talked too much and their laugh made my teeth grind. The only two I could tolerate were the two female sentries Sadii and Jess.
I looked around the apartment, it was messy and I could see black spots of mold creeping up the corners of the wallpaper. It was empty of people, but full of scavenged crap. The mother wasn’t around, which was stupid because the mercer required every residence to attend, especially new births. But that wasn’t a concern of mine right now, I needed to concentrate and I needed silence, or else I would miss the shot if I needed to take it. I cringed as the idiot started to scream harder, fucking thing was almost as loud as a dying rat. She was standing up now, in her prison pen or whatever they called those things and was shaking the bars like some sort of beast.
I walked into the dining room, and thankfully found what I needed in a pile of crap on one of their several tables. As much as I wanted to fling the kid from the fourth story apartment, I knew that would make a mess, and a scene, and I assumed that the mercers probably frowned upon baby tossing.
I picked up the roll of duct tape and unrolled a foot of it, as I approached the kid I held on tight to the end of the tape and pressed the sticky side against the brats mouth. She started to struggle of course, but it was too late, I grabbed the roll of tape and wrapped it twice around her face, and yes, I made sure the nose was clear.
    I picked up the now muffled screaming child by the back of her shirt and carried her outside the apartment. I then quickly taped her legs together so she couldn’t crawl to the stairway and kill her self and closed the door behind her.
    Problem solved!
    In my now quiet apartment, I slid open the sliding glass window and stepped outside onto the balcony. The view was perfect, and I was glad that I had indeed picked the right apartment considering the trouble I had just gone through. Thankfully duct taping the brat hadn’t taken that long,