Snatchers (Book 7): The Dead Don't Yield by Shaun Whittington Page A
Authors: Shaun Whittington
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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eyes still shut and the splashing continuing, her paranoia forced her to get off the bench and take a look to make sure none had managed to climb out and were making their way up. She looked down over the railings that ran horizontally.
They were still there. Some were looking up at her, knowing that food was available in the building.
She went back to the benches and lay back down again. She stuck the top of her tongue at the back of her top front teeth and tried the 4-7-8 method to help her drift off. She took a deep breath in and held it for four seconds, then slowly released the air from her lungs. She did the same again, but this time held her breath for seven seconds, then slowly released air out. The third time she held her breath for eight seconds and continued this cycle for a couple of minutes, trying to ignore the noise that seemed to have gone up in volume from the dozens of bodies from below.
She sighed and sat back up. She got to her feet and went over to the bag by the dip station. She reached in the bag and took out a small bottle of water, and took two large gulps before putting the lid back on and dropping it into the bag. She picked up her crowbar off of the floor and, with tired legs, descended the stairs and went to the side of the pool and crouched down.
Like pins to a magnet the ones in the shallow area of the pool slowly strolled towards her through the water; the bloated ones in the deep end remained still and had no idea that warm flesh wasn't far away.
There was now a small crowd of them gathering near her, arms stretched out, desperate for a taste. She put her shades down, over her eyes, puffing out a breath and was ready for the onslaught.
Holding the bar with both hands she swung it over her head and brought it crashing down on head number one. Predictably the head caved in, making the creature's whole body fall into the water immediately. Head number two and three were quickly smashed to bits, and after the fifth, the female rained blow-after-blow almost manically. Bodies continued to wade through the water and hopelessly tried to get to this human as she continued to kill them one-by-one. A small area of the pool began changing a darker colour. Clumps of brain debris floated in the pool inbetween the ghouls that were still progressing towards her, unaware that their demise was only seconds away. It was like a horror version of whac-a-mole , and the more pounding she dished out, the more the water changed colour over a larger area.
Exhausted, and with her crowbar looking like it had been dipped in black ink, she collapsed onto her backside once she had finished, out of breath. It took minutes for her breathing to return to normal, and once it did she stood up straight, and twisted from side-to-side, trying to loosen her aching back. She then went over to an area of the pool that wasn't yet covered in blood and floating brain remains, and dipped her crowbar in, cleaning it. Once this was done she took her shades off that had a few spots of blood from the dead on them, and dipped them in, rubbing the spots off with her finger.
She sighed hard, and counted that she had pulverised nearly twenty of the things. The others remained motionless in the deep end. They weren't going to be a problem. She was sure of it.
She trudged up the stairs, knowing that this time sleep wasn't going to be a problem at all. She was convinced that, despite it only being the afternoon, she would still manage a few hours before leaving the place. If she could get a few hours sleep, she could last the whole night being awake.
She couldn't possibly stay in the sports centre now that she had checked it out. It stunk of death and there was no supplies. She needed to stay somewhere else for at least one night, possibly the woods.
Chapter Eleven
After many mundane hours on the barrier, Vince, Pickle and Rick Morgan had been relieved of their duties by three other folk, including a woman that Pickle and Vince had
They were still there. Some were looking up at her, knowing that food was available in the building.
She went back to the benches and lay back down again. She stuck the top of her tongue at the back of her top front teeth and tried the 4-7-8 method to help her drift off. She took a deep breath in and held it for four seconds, then slowly released the air from her lungs. She did the same again, but this time held her breath for seven seconds, then slowly released air out. The third time she held her breath for eight seconds and continued this cycle for a couple of minutes, trying to ignore the noise that seemed to have gone up in volume from the dozens of bodies from below.
She sighed and sat back up. She got to her feet and went over to the bag by the dip station. She reached in the bag and took out a small bottle of water, and took two large gulps before putting the lid back on and dropping it into the bag. She picked up her crowbar off of the floor and, with tired legs, descended the stairs and went to the side of the pool and crouched down.
Like pins to a magnet the ones in the shallow area of the pool slowly strolled towards her through the water; the bloated ones in the deep end remained still and had no idea that warm flesh wasn't far away.
There was now a small crowd of them gathering near her, arms stretched out, desperate for a taste. She put her shades down, over her eyes, puffing out a breath and was ready for the onslaught.
Holding the bar with both hands she swung it over her head and brought it crashing down on head number one. Predictably the head caved in, making the creature's whole body fall into the water immediately. Head number two and three were quickly smashed to bits, and after the fifth, the female rained blow-after-blow almost manically. Bodies continued to wade through the water and hopelessly tried to get to this human as she continued to kill them one-by-one. A small area of the pool began changing a darker colour. Clumps of brain debris floated in the pool inbetween the ghouls that were still progressing towards her, unaware that their demise was only seconds away. It was like a horror version of whac-a-mole , and the more pounding she dished out, the more the water changed colour over a larger area.
Exhausted, and with her crowbar looking like it had been dipped in black ink, she collapsed onto her backside once she had finished, out of breath. It took minutes for her breathing to return to normal, and once it did she stood up straight, and twisted from side-to-side, trying to loosen her aching back. She then went over to an area of the pool that wasn't yet covered in blood and floating brain remains, and dipped her crowbar in, cleaning it. Once this was done she took her shades off that had a few spots of blood from the dead on them, and dipped them in, rubbing the spots off with her finger.
She sighed hard, and counted that she had pulverised nearly twenty of the things. The others remained motionless in the deep end. They weren't going to be a problem. She was sure of it.
She trudged up the stairs, knowing that this time sleep wasn't going to be a problem at all. She was convinced that, despite it only being the afternoon, she would still manage a few hours before leaving the place. If she could get a few hours sleep, she could last the whole night being awake.
She couldn't possibly stay in the sports centre now that she had checked it out. It stunk of death and there was no supplies. She needed to stay somewhere else for at least one night, possibly the woods.
Chapter Eleven
After many mundane hours on the barrier, Vince, Pickle and Rick Morgan had been relieved of their duties by three other folk, including a woman that Pickle and Vince had
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