Snatchers: Volume Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 4-6) by Shaun Whittington Page A
Authors: Shaun Whittington
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were carjacked and lost a couple of people. So we tried to get to the camp through the woods. We thought it'd be safer."
"Which hospital?" Karen asked.
"Stafford."
Karen smiled at the mention of her old work. It seemed a lifetime ago since she was working in the A and E department, being ordered around by arrogant doctors, and being spat and swore at by drunken and injured revellers from their night out.
"So we need to stay here the night." Vince took his shoes off and peeled off his socks. He scrunched his feet and added, "The night won't be too long away and we're too knackered and dehydrated to make the hour journey on foot back to our camp."
Wolf looked up to the sky and nodded. "The night will be drawing in soon." Wolf looked around at the group. Including himself, there was now six of them. "I have no idea where you're all gonna sleep, but let's get some soup on the go."
"I'll give you a hand." Shaz stood up and stood by the side of Wolf.
Wolf pointed at Vince and Jack, then nodded to the grass on the garden. "Make yourselves comfortable." Wolf looked at Shaz, then looked at the group and joked, "Me and my assistant will be about half an hour." Wolf then went inside.
"He seems okay," Jack whispered to Vince. Vince never responded to Jack and instead walked over to the corner of the garden, inspecting the solidness of the fence that surrounded the cabin.
"This is Shaz," introduced Karen. She seemed to have a little energy boost since the arrival of Jack.
"Hey." Jack smiled after his short salutation.
"Hey back." Shaz urged Jack to sit down by where the fire used to be. Pickle put the stove on and all four sat around, leaving Wolf in the cabin and Vince in the corner of the garden. "Karen told me stories about you."
"Oh?" Jack half-laughed. "All horrific, I hope."
"We have something in common." Shaz tucked her legs into her chest, creasing her black combats.
"Do we?"
"We've both lost a child."
Jack gave off a brave, but sad smirk, placed his hand on Shaz's wrist comfortingly, and said, "I'm sorry."
"Shaz!" Wolf's head appeared out of the window. "You giving me a hand with this soup, or not?"
"Oops, sorry. I forgot." She looked at Jack and winked at him. "We'll speak later."
As Shaz and Wolf disappeared inside the cabin, Pickle could see that Karen's chin was tilted upwards and appeared lost in a daze. He turned to Karen and asked, "Are yer okay?"
She nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. "I thought I heard gunshots."
Jack sighed; he nodded his head and beamed at the sight of Pickle and Karen sitting opposite him. "This is really surreal."
"Isn't everything?" Pickle laughed. "The last time I saw yer, yer was standing in the reception area of that sports centre, waiting for them to rip yer to pieces. You'd lost it for a while."
"Like I said before, I decided to hang myself instead." Jack was trying to lighten the mood with his matter-of-fact statement, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "But the belt loosened and I fell into the pool. Fuckers broke in and fell in after me. I then grabbed one of those kettle bells and smashed my way out."
"Wow," said Karen.
"I should have went with you lot." There was a hint of regret with Jack, as if he was mentally beating himself up. "If it wasn't for..." He decided not to continue with the story of coming across a factory and being saved by Johnny Jefferson, who was eventually bit because of an initiation test by Vince, who then blew Johnny's head off. Even having that information in his head, seemed bizarre. Explaining what had happened since they last saw him would probably sound like a fucked up dream.
"It certainly is surreal, Jack." Pickle took a swig of water and winked at forty-year-old Slade.
Jack looked at Pickle. Surreal? You have no idea.
Jack then frowned at Pickle and hesitated what he was about to say. Eventually, he spoke. "Your nose looks funny."
Pickle released a belly-laugh and held up his left hand, showing Jack his missing finger. "So
"Which hospital?" Karen asked.
"Stafford."
Karen smiled at the mention of her old work. It seemed a lifetime ago since she was working in the A and E department, being ordered around by arrogant doctors, and being spat and swore at by drunken and injured revellers from their night out.
"So we need to stay here the night." Vince took his shoes off and peeled off his socks. He scrunched his feet and added, "The night won't be too long away and we're too knackered and dehydrated to make the hour journey on foot back to our camp."
Wolf looked up to the sky and nodded. "The night will be drawing in soon." Wolf looked around at the group. Including himself, there was now six of them. "I have no idea where you're all gonna sleep, but let's get some soup on the go."
"I'll give you a hand." Shaz stood up and stood by the side of Wolf.
Wolf pointed at Vince and Jack, then nodded to the grass on the garden. "Make yourselves comfortable." Wolf looked at Shaz, then looked at the group and joked, "Me and my assistant will be about half an hour." Wolf then went inside.
"He seems okay," Jack whispered to Vince. Vince never responded to Jack and instead walked over to the corner of the garden, inspecting the solidness of the fence that surrounded the cabin.
"This is Shaz," introduced Karen. She seemed to have a little energy boost since the arrival of Jack.
"Hey." Jack smiled after his short salutation.
"Hey back." Shaz urged Jack to sit down by where the fire used to be. Pickle put the stove on and all four sat around, leaving Wolf in the cabin and Vince in the corner of the garden. "Karen told me stories about you."
"Oh?" Jack half-laughed. "All horrific, I hope."
"We have something in common." Shaz tucked her legs into her chest, creasing her black combats.
"Do we?"
"We've both lost a child."
Jack gave off a brave, but sad smirk, placed his hand on Shaz's wrist comfortingly, and said, "I'm sorry."
"Shaz!" Wolf's head appeared out of the window. "You giving me a hand with this soup, or not?"
"Oops, sorry. I forgot." She looked at Jack and winked at him. "We'll speak later."
As Shaz and Wolf disappeared inside the cabin, Pickle could see that Karen's chin was tilted upwards and appeared lost in a daze. He turned to Karen and asked, "Are yer okay?"
She nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. "I thought I heard gunshots."
Jack sighed; he nodded his head and beamed at the sight of Pickle and Karen sitting opposite him. "This is really surreal."
"Isn't everything?" Pickle laughed. "The last time I saw yer, yer was standing in the reception area of that sports centre, waiting for them to rip yer to pieces. You'd lost it for a while."
"Like I said before, I decided to hang myself instead." Jack was trying to lighten the mood with his matter-of-fact statement, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "But the belt loosened and I fell into the pool. Fuckers broke in and fell in after me. I then grabbed one of those kettle bells and smashed my way out."
"Wow," said Karen.
"I should have went with you lot." There was a hint of regret with Jack, as if he was mentally beating himself up. "If it wasn't for..." He decided not to continue with the story of coming across a factory and being saved by Johnny Jefferson, who was eventually bit because of an initiation test by Vince, who then blew Johnny's head off. Even having that information in his head, seemed bizarre. Explaining what had happened since they last saw him would probably sound like a fucked up dream.
"It certainly is surreal, Jack." Pickle took a swig of water and winked at forty-year-old Slade.
Jack looked at Pickle. Surreal? You have no idea.
Jack then frowned at Pickle and hesitated what he was about to say. Eventually, he spoke. "Your nose looks funny."
Pickle released a belly-laugh and held up his left hand, showing Jack his missing finger. "So
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