Snatchers: Volume Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 4-6) by Shaun Whittington
Authors: Shaun Whittington
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while Karen walked over and gave him a hug.
"You know each other?" Both Wolf and Vince questioned.
Jack was equally surprised to see Karen and Pickle there. In the past the three of them were only together for a short time, but it was good to see a familiar face.
Wolf's query was ignored by Karen, but Pickle explained in short how they had met Jack. Pickle explained to Vince, Wolf and Shaz that Jack and his group had flagged a prison van down that Karen was driving, after dropping off a murderous psychopath, Jason Bonser, who Pickle had shot in the leg.
Pickle then explained further that they stayed in a house briefly before it was overrun by hundreds of the dead that an injured Bonser had brought back with him. They had to escape; then the van received a flat, forcing the group to flee on foot. Pickle then further described that Jack had lost his son and decided to stay behind, but Pickle then realised something: Why wasn't Jack dead?
But Karen beat him to it.
As soon as she broke away from the embrace, she gave him a look of confusion. "What happened? We thought you were dead?"
Jack smiled and seemed to take an age to explain himself. "I tried to hang myself, but it loosened." Jack cleared his throat and continued, "I fell into the pool, went outside and escaped over the fence. You lot were too far gone by the time I landed on the other side of the fence." Jack then looked around and asked where Paul was. He was referring to Paul Parker.
Pickle shrugged his shoulders. "We ran into some trouble. Paul and Jade split from us; we haven't seen them since."
"Jade's dead." Jack's announcement was blunt.
Karen took a step back. "How do you know?" Karen was shocked by his announcement. Even though her and Jade were hardly close, news of her passing was still sad.
"She'd turned. We saw her as a Rotter...er...Snatcher. She must have been bit."
The little reunion had become a tad sour, but Pickle clapped his hands and patted Jack on the shoulder. "It's good to see yer again, Jack. God must have been watching over yer."
Karen huffed, "Shame about the other few million that have been ripped to shreds. I wonder where God was then?"
Ignoring her comment, Pickle added, "Anyway—"
"Wait a minute," Vince butted in, and pointed at Pickle. "I'm sorry, but who the fuck are you?"
"This is Pickle, Karen and Shaz," introduced Wolf. "They joined me a few days ago. And you don't need to be so rude."
"Well, that's just great." Vince looked around. It was clear that he and Jack were weary, and needed water. "And where's mum?"
As soon as Wolf lowered his head and Jack and Karen had a quick peep at one another, Vince already knew the answer to the question. He remained strong, gulped hard, and asked, "How?"
"She was bit while we fled up here." Wolf took his straw hat off and placed it onto the floor, allowing some air to his damp hair. "She's buried at the top of the hill."
Vince sighed, and nodded his head. "I'll go up in a bit. But me and Jack need a drink. My throat's as dry as sandpaper."
Shaz went into the cabin and came out with two large cups of water for Jack and Vince.
Jack smiled. "You have a water system?"
Shaz said, "It's not perfect." She then quickly looked over to Wolf apologetically. She didn't want to sound ungracious. "But it does the job, and Wolf has been a bloody life saver."
"Yeah, he's such a swell guy," Vince spoke sarcastically in a poor attempt at an American accent. "If only you lot knew."
The group never verbally attacked Vince for his sarcasm towards his dad, their redeemer. All members seemed to know that there was a story behind his mocking, but no one attempted to ask Vince why he had so much hatred for his father.
"What made you come here anyway?" asked Wolf, trying to change the subject.
"We're at a camp, near Armitage." Vince never answered Wolf, so it was Jack that was providing the information. "We went to a hospital for medical supplies for the residents, as well as for future purposes. We
"You know each other?" Both Wolf and Vince questioned.
Jack was equally surprised to see Karen and Pickle there. In the past the three of them were only together for a short time, but it was good to see a familiar face.
Wolf's query was ignored by Karen, but Pickle explained in short how they had met Jack. Pickle explained to Vince, Wolf and Shaz that Jack and his group had flagged a prison van down that Karen was driving, after dropping off a murderous psychopath, Jason Bonser, who Pickle had shot in the leg.
Pickle then explained further that they stayed in a house briefly before it was overrun by hundreds of the dead that an injured Bonser had brought back with him. They had to escape; then the van received a flat, forcing the group to flee on foot. Pickle then further described that Jack had lost his son and decided to stay behind, but Pickle then realised something: Why wasn't Jack dead?
But Karen beat him to it.
As soon as she broke away from the embrace, she gave him a look of confusion. "What happened? We thought you were dead?"
Jack smiled and seemed to take an age to explain himself. "I tried to hang myself, but it loosened." Jack cleared his throat and continued, "I fell into the pool, went outside and escaped over the fence. You lot were too far gone by the time I landed on the other side of the fence." Jack then looked around and asked where Paul was. He was referring to Paul Parker.
Pickle shrugged his shoulders. "We ran into some trouble. Paul and Jade split from us; we haven't seen them since."
"Jade's dead." Jack's announcement was blunt.
Karen took a step back. "How do you know?" Karen was shocked by his announcement. Even though her and Jade were hardly close, news of her passing was still sad.
"She'd turned. We saw her as a Rotter...er...Snatcher. She must have been bit."
The little reunion had become a tad sour, but Pickle clapped his hands and patted Jack on the shoulder. "It's good to see yer again, Jack. God must have been watching over yer."
Karen huffed, "Shame about the other few million that have been ripped to shreds. I wonder where God was then?"
Ignoring her comment, Pickle added, "Anyway—"
"Wait a minute," Vince butted in, and pointed at Pickle. "I'm sorry, but who the fuck are you?"
"This is Pickle, Karen and Shaz," introduced Wolf. "They joined me a few days ago. And you don't need to be so rude."
"Well, that's just great." Vince looked around. It was clear that he and Jack were weary, and needed water. "And where's mum?"
As soon as Wolf lowered his head and Jack and Karen had a quick peep at one another, Vince already knew the answer to the question. He remained strong, gulped hard, and asked, "How?"
"She was bit while we fled up here." Wolf took his straw hat off and placed it onto the floor, allowing some air to his damp hair. "She's buried at the top of the hill."
Vince sighed, and nodded his head. "I'll go up in a bit. But me and Jack need a drink. My throat's as dry as sandpaper."
Shaz went into the cabin and came out with two large cups of water for Jack and Vince.
Jack smiled. "You have a water system?"
Shaz said, "It's not perfect." She then quickly looked over to Wolf apologetically. She didn't want to sound ungracious. "But it does the job, and Wolf has been a bloody life saver."
"Yeah, he's such a swell guy," Vince spoke sarcastically in a poor attempt at an American accent. "If only you lot knew."
The group never verbally attacked Vince for his sarcasm towards his dad, their redeemer. All members seemed to know that there was a story behind his mocking, but no one attempted to ask Vince why he had so much hatred for his father.
"What made you come here anyway?" asked Wolf, trying to change the subject.
"We're at a camp, near Armitage." Vince never answered Wolf, so it was Jack that was providing the information. "We went to a hospital for medical supplies for the residents, as well as for future purposes. We
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