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The Death Toast Ten thousand escaped men
The complete journey from Boorbunk Prison to somewhere in the middle of Gollogher where a large farm stood took three hours. The trucks pulled up at the side of a rugged road on one side and a farm – that was so well-organised it was hard for an average Dexterran from Tifftam or Yorkyashire to believe such place existed in Dexter – on the other. Clearly not Dale who had come from Baskers where wheat farms were more than houses.It was deep into the midnight and half of them were asleep. ‘This is where I live’, the farmer said who had driven the first bus said. ‘Who helped you tend your farm when you were away?’, one of them asked.‘Weeds do not exist on this part of the state if that’s what you’re asking. And I only got arrested last week’, he replied. The lucky farmer, who had lied to his wife that he was going to return home when he was found innocent – as if there was going to be such a time – would be at least make it home and fulfil his promise to his wife. He hadn’t stayed long
The Death Toast The colour rooms
The diamond on Sawer’s ring made scraping sounds as he brushed his palm over the wall. It was the Colour Room and he came here frequently for celebration. Little wonder why he had come that day. Why shouldn’t he celebrate? The president was killed, all the other governors and politicians who had thought they were partners realised they had been disposable pawns seconds before their heads were blown off, Reckdetteans who had thought they were invincible from the terrorists had now being invaded three times and the butchering was going to continue – only few of them who had private jets escaped the country. The apocalypse was on, everywhere was agog and the pressure was mounting on for everyone just the way he wanted it. The more chaos he saw and caused, the more internal calm he felt. That was why he was here to do the exact same thing as celebration. The Colour Room was in reality, torture rooms with each colour representing different forms of punishment and also different heights of
The Death Toast Homecoming
The baby was crying loud and thrashing in the cradle, and the kettle was hooting loudly but she remained transfixed with what she was seeing on the TV.‘Samantha, won’t you respond to that child? What are you doing there?’, her mom called from within the room but she didn’t even respond to that either. ‘Samantha’, the woman called again.Samantha found herself mouthing Tristan under her breath as if he were somewhere near and she wanted him to respond. ‘The escaped prisoners, however are nowhere to be found. This will go down in history to be one of Dexter’s most important incidences’, Reporter Jenkins said and then turned to the co-host. ‘Do you think this is a bad omen for the country, Shelley?’ There was a low knocking sound on the front door and she instantly ran towards it, still neglecting the child and the kettle that was about to burn. She muttered a prayer and opened the door and she saw what she had prayed to see. Tristan with his black hair and round head was the one she s
The Death Toast The skylark
The next morning came and so did the next morning and so did the next week and by that time, Dale was not only known in Dexter Islands but in the world.‘When we thought we had seen it all from the assassination of their resigned president, Philip Hundred right in his presidential quarters, to the assassination of the present governors of the eight states of the country and some days later, the maximum prison being broken into…’, started the BBC presenter. Right behind him was the display of a rather ordinary-looking innocent kid who would be reckoned to be nothing more than a teenager, speaking vehemently in a press hall and it was those words that would bring Dexter into a different light. ‘The very individual who had led the breakout, Dale Eagan whose real name is Reece Bailey, arrived at a media house and exposed everything about the previously anonymous terrorist sect that had been troubling the nation’‘And now we know that the Boorbunk Prison is in fact, a large oubliette where
The Death Toast The last homage to pay
Protests were going on in Tifftam and the whole of Dairione. People were out again with loud voices, confident than ever, sure of a forthcoming peace, sure that it would be sooner than later, sure that they would all witness it. Schools had opened again in some states and churches had opened again, even in Hustarbull where their main bishop had been killed and sorrow had come upon the city. It already marked a whole month since they had stayed with no president for the country and no governor for their states. Since they were all part of the terrorist organisation, Sawer had cleared them all because he was nearing the final stage of the apocalypse.As the whole country was agog with optimism and wild jamboree of a new dawn at hand, the enemy party who had pitched their tents right in the centre of Singalort watched with agony and confusion. The most menacing news for Owen Sawer was the revelation of Dale Eagan’s real name to actually be Reece Bailey which meant he was the son of Andre
The Death Toast The jungle
Singalort was so massive and dense that people that got in might just ramble around without reaching or finding out a fort with hundreds of thousands of men with black armours and automatic rifles, looking fierce with masks over their head, silent and rather dumb. The Quppis’ ground was well over-shadowed by powerfully tall redwood trees and as the ex-Boorbunk detainees swarmed into the forest, crouched with their guns pointed forward, wholly alert with the only sound they could hear the sound of their boots crunching the dried leaves; they wouldn’t know that on top of those trees were cameras connected to the Quppis’ power house.‘Hey, you all should stop there!’, someone barked nearby and bullets flew around madly in their direction.‘Everyone, take cover’, Dale commanded and everyone bent with their backs to trees.‘Drop your guns now or else you’ll be doomed’, the Quppis man shouted again. It wasn’t just one man that was walking towards them but a whole centurion.Dale peeped slig
The Death Toast 'The devil's place is a place of gold'
'Mr. Mark’, Dale called and he find himself bumping into the old man’s arms with excitement. ‘How did you make it here?’The man chuckled and the smell that exuded from his mouth showed that he had smoked very recently. ‘That’s a whole long story now, bod. You will need to tell me how you managed to make it past that hell of a minefield without all dying’‘We lost some men’, Dale said, evasively. ‘We moved through one line’‘You would have gotten killed still in this forest. God helped you. You passed the right path. There are some sides in there that are mini-minefields.’‘And here we are now’, Dale said, looking distressed.‘Yes, Singalort is a death trap like I told you. You don’t make it through the minefield, end of journey. If you do, you get into the forest, pass the wrong paths and you are dead. If you’re fortunate enough to make it here, then that is your best bet of fortune because you are so trapped’, he said and for the first time, he raised his head up from Dale to look a
The Death Toast The eight dones
'What do you see there, Dale?’, Tristan asked. ‘They’re all dead?’, Dale heard another person ask and then on and on and on. The noise reminded him of men at the Tower of Babel. ‘Sir, please will you let us see what’s there?’Dale, still silent, placed the binocular to his eyes to be sure what he had seen were actually there. Through the lenses stood the most magnificent structures he had ever seen. The Quppis’ ground was covered with macadam and there was no grass on the land. On it stood eight grey domes, what Mark must have called hemispherical structures, each of them were as large as a maximum football field closed up. From the height Dale looked at them, they looked like little balls lined out on a very straight line. Right behind them, there was a tall thin tower, something like a tiny slice of a skyscraper. It was also grey and didn’t look like they were built with the same materials that other buildings he had seen were built with. At the side of those structures, there was a
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