Snatchers (Book 7): The Dead Don't Yield by Shaun Whittington
Authors: Shaun Whittington
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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least thirty of the dead in there. Some were in the shallow end, not making a move, whilst some were floating in the deep end.
She walked by the pool, alerting the ones in the shallow area, but she was sure that climbing out of the pool, that they had obviously fell in, was something that they'd struggle with. She checked an office to her right, but it was locked. She then went into the canteen, bypassing a couple of smashed vending machines that had been emptied, and noticed that it had nothing to drink or devour.
She left the canteen and checked the tennis courts and the spin class. The first aid classroom was next, which was a grisly sight, but the staff canteen was devoid of danger. There were bodies of the dead in the hallway leading to the fire exit door that was open, and she noticed an almost headless corpse with 'Slightly Damaged Human' emblazoned on its blood-soaked T-shirt.
She carefully went outside and could see no sign of danger anywhere. She took a stroll to her left, to the back of the place, and saw many bodies of the dead, with a bloody kettle-bell sitting on the grass next to them.
Somebody had been here. Somebody had taken care of the dead with that very same kettle-bell. She then clocked two, what looked like, graves next to one another. One of them looked small enough to belong to a little boy or girl. It was all very bizarre.
She turned around and went back inside, closing the fire door behind her. Seeing the forced-opened gates to the places, and looking at the defunct bodies inside and out, the smashed window in the reception area, and the bodies in the pool, it appeared that this place had been invaded by the dead many days or weeks ago. The smashed vending machines and the bare kitchen suggested that people that used to be in here had taken what they could, and had now fled to pastures new because they didn't have a choice in the matter. She guessed that the dead had arrived in many numbers, but not a single human could be seen now.
She had the upstairs to check. The original plan was to make herself comfortable for the night, somewhere, then move on. She looked and could see that there were two staircases to the first floor, one on each side of the pool.
Ignoring the splashing from the dead that were now desperate to get out of the pool, she took a slow walk up the stairs on the right to an area where there were free weights, took her bag off and her longbow and hung them on the dip station.
Putting her shades on top of her head to enhance her vision in the dusky place, she walked over to a room that stated that it was a dance studio. Her eyes widened once she took a glance through the window and saw more of the dead shambling inside. It was obvious what they used to be in their former life as some of them had 'Personal Trainer' on the backs of their shirts. One of them approached the glass of the door and she clocked his name-badge: Ian Wilkes—Deputy Manager .
She tried the door quietly so that she didn't attract unwanted attention and was relieved that it was locked. She grabbed a weight bench and pushed it together with another and decided that that was going to be her bed for the night. Just for peace of mind, she dragged a bench to the top of the stairs and did the same with the other set of stairs, despite being confident that they couldn't get out of the pool. She knew they couldn't walk up stairs, but she had seen them crawl up them before.
It was only the afternoon but the tiredness was creeping up on her. Time wasn't so much a significance anymore, and she rarely travelled at night. She was exhausted and had told herself that she wasn't moving from this place until she had a at least a few hours of sleep.
She sat down on the two benches that she had pushed together and lay on her back. She closed her eyes, but all she could hear was the annoying splashing from the dead below her. In time they would calm down, and their splashing would stop. Or at least she hoped.
With her
She walked by the pool, alerting the ones in the shallow area, but she was sure that climbing out of the pool, that they had obviously fell in, was something that they'd struggle with. She checked an office to her right, but it was locked. She then went into the canteen, bypassing a couple of smashed vending machines that had been emptied, and noticed that it had nothing to drink or devour.
She left the canteen and checked the tennis courts and the spin class. The first aid classroom was next, which was a grisly sight, but the staff canteen was devoid of danger. There were bodies of the dead in the hallway leading to the fire exit door that was open, and she noticed an almost headless corpse with 'Slightly Damaged Human' emblazoned on its blood-soaked T-shirt.
She carefully went outside and could see no sign of danger anywhere. She took a stroll to her left, to the back of the place, and saw many bodies of the dead, with a bloody kettle-bell sitting on the grass next to them.
Somebody had been here. Somebody had taken care of the dead with that very same kettle-bell. She then clocked two, what looked like, graves next to one another. One of them looked small enough to belong to a little boy or girl. It was all very bizarre.
She turned around and went back inside, closing the fire door behind her. Seeing the forced-opened gates to the places, and looking at the defunct bodies inside and out, the smashed window in the reception area, and the bodies in the pool, it appeared that this place had been invaded by the dead many days or weeks ago. The smashed vending machines and the bare kitchen suggested that people that used to be in here had taken what they could, and had now fled to pastures new because they didn't have a choice in the matter. She guessed that the dead had arrived in many numbers, but not a single human could be seen now.
She had the upstairs to check. The original plan was to make herself comfortable for the night, somewhere, then move on. She looked and could see that there were two staircases to the first floor, one on each side of the pool.
Ignoring the splashing from the dead that were now desperate to get out of the pool, she took a slow walk up the stairs on the right to an area where there were free weights, took her bag off and her longbow and hung them on the dip station.
Putting her shades on top of her head to enhance her vision in the dusky place, she walked over to a room that stated that it was a dance studio. Her eyes widened once she took a glance through the window and saw more of the dead shambling inside. It was obvious what they used to be in their former life as some of them had 'Personal Trainer' on the backs of their shirts. One of them approached the glass of the door and she clocked his name-badge: Ian Wilkes—Deputy Manager .
She tried the door quietly so that she didn't attract unwanted attention and was relieved that it was locked. She grabbed a weight bench and pushed it together with another and decided that that was going to be her bed for the night. Just for peace of mind, she dragged a bench to the top of the stairs and did the same with the other set of stairs, despite being confident that they couldn't get out of the pool. She knew they couldn't walk up stairs, but she had seen them crawl up them before.
It was only the afternoon but the tiredness was creeping up on her. Time wasn't so much a significance anymore, and she rarely travelled at night. She was exhausted and had told herself that she wasn't moving from this place until she had a at least a few hours of sleep.
She sat down on the two benches that she had pushed together and lay on her back. She closed her eyes, but all she could hear was the annoying splashing from the dead below her. In time they would calm down, and their splashing would stop. Or at least she hoped.
With her
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