The Malignant Abode by Susie Q Whitmer (good books to read in english TXT) 📖

next to me was Sparks’s barely recognizable dead body; the bullet blew most of his once handsome features clear off. His brain fragments covered me; I began to vomit which made the stench in the room unbearable.
I staggered to my feet, “Who did this!”
The people were stunned, unable to speak a word.
I glanced back down to Sparks’s body and began to sob uncontrollably. Who would have been able to take the gun from him? Who has the gun now? I went to comfort Candice, who trembled in my arms for hours.
“You are going to get out of here love, I promise you.”

March 11, 2011

My mind raced all night, I have to do something, and I have to take charge.
“Who here has the gun? If you don’t fess up now I will forcefully remove it from you,” I shouted.
The people stared at me blankly.
“Ok then, let’s search everyone.”
“You’re not laying a finger on me, and how do we know you don’t have the gun,” Barbara questioned.
“Does anyone else here want to have their head blown off like Sparks, no, then I suggest a search.”
The people eventually agreed to a search; unfortunately nothing turned up. We were no closer to finding the killer than we were this morning. That gun had to be somewhere, and I plan on finding it and getting out of here alive.

March 12, 2011

I believe that I am beginning to go insane. I don’t know what to do and still have no clue as to who killed Sparks. The last people to leave are Barbara Shaw and Aida Woods. How can I get rid of them? I can’t kill someone; maybe I should just take my own life. I believe it was Barbara who killed Sparks; I would enjoy returning the favor. I am also concerned for Candice’s wellbeing; she has seen too much death and despair, and has been acting slightly unusual. I have to find that gun…

March13, 2011

There she was, shot not once but twice in the head. I hate to say that I felt little remorse for her. However, if Barbara didn’t kill Sparks, then who did. We now have three rotting corpses in our shelter and have no idea who will be butchered next. Aida looked horrified, as if she knew that she would be the next victim.
“What are we supposed to do, people keep dying and there is nothing we can do about it,” cried Lesley.
“I don’t know what to do, we have searched everyone. There is nothing left to do but hope that the killing will stop,” I explained unsure of myself at this point.
I noticed that the preacher was speaking with Candice, so I went to see what they were discussing. Shocked the preacher man stood up and gave me a gentle smile, “I was just telling this child that our lord is always with her and everything will be alright.”
I smiled back and thanked him for his support, but there was something in Candice’s eyes that threw me off. She looked confused and sickened, but that is to be expected with all that she has seen. I only hope to awake in the morning.

March14, 2011

This morning I awoke to no new bloodshed. It was eerily refreshing. What am I going to do if I get out of here alive? Things will never be the same for any of us. I glanced around at the remaining survivors. Something caught my eye; the preacher man had slept next to Candice that night. I went to confront him on why he was sleeping next to the child, but he simply replied that she was frightened and missed her daddy, so he slept there to comfort her.
I woke Candice and asked her if this was true and she simply nodded and lay back down. Lesley came to me and spoke about how we should go about getting rid of Aida. I had no reply; she was such a sweet girl. At this point I pray for death.

March15, 2011

The sound of a gunshot awoke me this morning. I jumped to my feet and found the child holding the gun; tears streaming down her cheeks. The preacher man lay lifeless on the floor.
“Candice what did you do,” I screamed.
She looked at me with dead eyes, “He touched me, he was a bad man.”
“You little bitch, give me that gun. You’ve been killing these people,” Lesley demanded pacing towards her.
“Don’t hurt her,” I screamed.
Lesley grabbed the gun from the child and pointed in at her head. She clenched her eyes shut. Aida tackled Lesley before he could pull the trigger; they wrestled on the ground, it happened so fast, the gun shot off.
Lesley pushed Aida’s lifeless body off of him and turned to kill Candice. Pulling the trigger; again and again, out of ammunition. He leaped to attack the child, repetitively punching her till her face was covered with blood.
I picked up a jagged rock and banged it against his head. The first hit left him dazed; the twentieth left him unidentifiable. Exhausted, I crawled over to the child and held her mangled body.

March 16, 2011

The child was severely injured but she will live. She still couldn’t speak; her jaw may be been broken. I am still trying to understand what has just happened. It is down to just me and Candice now. I have no more to say today; I must tend to this child.

March 17, 2011

She is looking a little better today. I ask her questions and she writes to speak to me.
“What did the preacher man do to you?”
She wrote nothing, putting her head down ashamed; she began to wallow in pain. That told me everything I needed to know.
“Did you kill Barbara?”
She nodded her head and began to write. I bit my nails anxiously. She handed me the paper which read:
Barbara saw Sparks with the gun and took it from him while he slept. I suppose she shot him so he wouldn’t kill her. I saw her hide the gun so I took it and shot her to protect you.
I put my arms around the girl, she knew no better; she was trying to protect me. God help us… if you’re still there.

March 18, 2011

We have nothing to do now except to wait for help, and wonder what is happening up above. We don’t speak much, we are both in shock. I tell her that I am going to name my child Candalynn for her. She would ask me if her parents are still alive; I had no answer for her. The decomposing bodies were beginning to make us both physically sick. How can we make it an entire year in this hell hole?

March 19, 2011

A bright light woke me this morning, but, could it be, sunlight? It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced; the warm rays of the sun and the fresh air, made me feel like I had been reborn. Men wearing military uniforms pulled me and the child out. I looked around expecting destruction and death to be everywhere; but everything was just as it was before we went to the shelter. They put me in a van, ignoring my questions. I couldn’t find Candice; they took her! I screamed and demanded to see her. They ignored me until we got to a secured facility. I was put in a small room with only a small table, paper, and pen. There I waited; waited for anyone, or anything. I knew they were watching me; I felt their eyes examining my every move.


March 20, 2011

This morning an intimidating man came in and told me to write down everything that occurred the past nineteen days. I told him I would only cooperate if I could see Candice. He frowned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Hours later a woman with a nurturing smile came in and sat down.
“Hello Ms. Maddox, my name is Mrs. Prescott and I am here to speak with you about the occurrences that went on in the bomb shelter.”
She had welcoming eyes, which made me even more uneasy than the angry man from yesterday.
“I want to know what has happened. Is my family still alive? Where the hell is Candice? You tell me these things and I’ll tell you whatever you need to know,” I replied hoping to have some leverage.
The woman smiled and opened up a file she had on the table. Pictures of Sparks caught my eye; did they put us down there for a reason?
“Well while I can’t tell you everything, I can tell you that you and the seven others have been a part of a government experiment. I know that must be hard to hear but it had to be done for the better good of mankind,” the woman explained matter-of-factly.
My heart dropped to the floor, “The greater good? What good could have possibly came from six innocent people dying?”
The woman ignored my question and reached for my hand; I jerked away angrily, “Where is Candice!”
“She’s safe ,that’s all you need to know for now. I’m sure that you have a lot to process right now so we will continue this tomorrow Ms. Maddox,” and with that she gathered her papers and began to walk away.
I knew at that moment that I must fight; jumping to my feet I grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Throwing punch after punch, I felt a sharp sting in my neck. No please, I thought to myself, I am dead.

March 21, 2011

Is this heaven, it’s so bright in here. No, I hadn’t gotten that lucky; I was stuck in a white padded room. Still though, they left me with my diary and my pen. Why is all this happening to me? I laid there for hours wondering what would happen next. Suddenly I felt a kick from inside my tummy. I smiled, everything will be ok my child. They came and fed me, but they ignored my cries for help. Today I just had my unborn child to hum sweet lullabies to.

March 22, 2011

The door opened and the woman I attacked walked in; the scratches and bruises still showed even though she had packed on a few extra layers of foundation.
“Ms. Maddox, are you ready to speak with me now?”
I thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. She led me to an interrogation room and handcuffed me to the table.
“Now, as I was trying to explain to you before, this experiment obviously went horribly wrong. That is human nature though; there was nothing we could do to stop what went on down there.”
I glanced up at her insulted by her lies, “What is going to happen to me and my child?”
“We can speak about that a little later. Right now I would like to speak to you about the people you were locked in the shelter with; who did they tell you they were?”
Confused and exhausted I gave in and cooperated with the woman, “Well there was a man named Sparks, I believe he was a geneticist. He tried to help, but Barbara murdered him out of fear for her own life. Barbara was a defense attorney; I don’t know much else about her. There was a man named Guy, he died first. A girl named Aida; she was a film student;