Snatchers 2: The Dead Don't Sleep by Shaun Whittington

vehicle before more of them turned up and ended up covering both sides of the door.
    He shuffled over to the passenger seat, the gear stick caressing his buttocks while doing this, and tried to open the passenger door. The creatures suddenly realised that their meal was trying to escape, and stumbled around the car to get to the other side. Noticing this, a panic-stricken Jason pulled the door handle and then kicked it open. The door swung open freely, and the inmate jumped out with the tyre iron in his right hand, and began to run. They pathetically tried to follow him as he ran. He checked himself and couldn't believe he had managed to escape the crash unscathed, considering he wasn't wearing a safety belt either.
    He estimated that he had travelled eight miles as he had made it to Milford, before crashing into the fence. Now he was on foot, and all that surrounded him was main roads and woodland. He was two miles from Heath Hayes, and his original destination was to get to his sister's in Norton Canes, if she was still alive. Thankfully, the street he was in and was heading out of, seemed barren. It wasn't a surprise as the population of Milford was pretty low in normal circumstances anyway. He started his journey on foot at a pedestrian pace and decided that once he got to the last house of the street, he was going to break in, replenish his energy levels by taking food, and his body thoroughly needed hydrating as well. He had seen the twitches of curtains as he walked past most of the houses in the street, but with the end house it looked, and he had a feeling, that it had been left abandoned as there was no car on the drive. The last thing he wanted to do was break into an already populated house and be stabbed by the scared residents, or worse.
    His pace quickened as he got to the last house of the quiet, empty street and stood still, admiring its structure. He looked up at the windows and could see that all windows had the blinds and curtains drawn. He looked to his right to the end of the street, then to his left where the beginning of Cannock Chase was, and crossed the road and headed for the front door. He decided to do the polite thing at first and knock on the door just to be absolutely certain. The last thing he needed was to break into a house and get attacked for his troubles.
    He waited patiently, and knocked a little louder and a little longer the second time. Again, there was no answer, so he began to tap the glass of the front door with the tyre iron to shatter one of the small panes of glass. Once this was achieved, he put his left arm in and reached for the handle and opened the door with ease.
    He was greeted with an empty ground floor but could hear the faint sound of a woman crying. Disappointed that the house wasn't vacant, he shut the door gently and put the snib on to lock it. He then crept upstairs and continuously whispered the words, hello . As he got to the top of the stairs, a bedroom door opened. Inbetween the crack of the door was a half nose and one bright, round blue eye. The door suddenly got wider and both persons exhaled in relief.
    "Who are you?" she gasped.
    "I'm sorry, I thought the house was empty," Jason tried to explain. "I didn't realise someone was in. Didn't you hear me knocking?"
    She nodded her head, and seemed to take an age to answer his question. "I thought it might be them, trying to get in."
    Jason took a step closer, but the woman held her hand up in an attempt to stop him from progressing any further. She put her right forefinger to her lips, urging him to keep quiet and ushered him downstairs into the dark ground floor, where every window had been covered up. They both walked downstairs, with Jason leading the way. He sat on her couch and she checked if he had locked the door properly and asked if he needed a drink. He nodded and asked for a coffee, and water. She returned from the kitchen with a pint of water, which Jason had drank in a matter of seconds, and asked