Chapter 188 The Last Thing They Need Is Trouble

The landfill at West District reeked of rot. A minivan rolled to a stop before several burly men dragged Easton out and dumped him into the trash heap. The pain jolted him awake. He struggled to open his eyes, his vision swimming. The rancid, sour stench of decay mixed with blood flooded his nostrils and almost made him throw up. He tried to sit up, but his body refused to obey. Every slight movement pulled at his shattered bones and sent fresh waves of agony crashing through him. The burly men didn't leave at once. Instead, they gathered around him and looked down, their smiles mocking, as he writhed in the trash. "Well, look at that. He's perfectly alive." One walked over and nudged Easton's shoulder with the tip of his boot. "He's pretty tough." Another crouched, slapped his mud-smeared face lightly, and teasingly said, "How does it feel, Mr. Frost? Are you getting used to the landfill?" Easton gritted his teeth and forcefully swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throa