Snatchers (Book 9): The Dead Don't Scream

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to increase his speed, but to no avail, and the groans from behind were getting louder. He was beginning to panic and his son was now standing in the middle of the road, crying and calling out for his daddy.
    "Brian!"
    Vince was going nowhere fast, and with a mixture of tiredness and the sticky pavement, his movements had stopped altogether. He was frustrated and frightened. Frustrated because he wasn't far away from his standing son, and frightened because the dead were five seconds away from taking him down.
    "Brian!"
    He released tears and blew his son a kiss. The boy caught his daddy's kiss and blew one back.
    Vince was then taken down by the dead mob from behind, and cried out as the muscle and cartilage in his shoulders and back were torn away. Six seconds later, the gang tore out his insides.
     
    *
     
    Vince woke up with a start.
    His head was perspiring and his heart was going ten to the dozen. He wiped his clammy head with his forearm and could also see Rosemary stirring next to him.
    "What is it?" she moaned.
    "Nothing," he lied. "Go back to sleep."
    Rosemary didn't need to be told twice, and turned to the other side and dropped off, lightly snoring.
    Vince looked over at his watch that he hardly wore and could see it was nearly half ten at night. Vince's ears then picked up something that he had heard before.
    Screaming.
    It reminded him of what had happened at his own place and brought the bad memories flooding back. At first he thought nothing of it. It was only half ten; it could be anything. It could be people carrying on. Once the shrieks were heard again, he began to panic. He jumped out of bed and looked out of his window.
    "What's the matter?" groaned Rosemary, pissed off that her partner had now woken her twice.
    "I don't know," he answered, still peeping out.
    "Come back to bed."
    "I don't think that'll be possible." Vince Kindl had a dull feeling in his stomach and was beginning to shake with nerves. Please, God. Not again.
    Rosemary turned on her back and moaned once more, "You're beginning to get on my nerves, Vince. Come back to bed."
    "Be quiet," he hissed.
    Suddenly, an explosion lit up the whole of Sandy Lane and temporarily blinded Vince, forcing him to look away from the window.
    "What the fuck was that?" shrieked Rosemary, and was now out of bed.
    "The tanker."
    "An accident?"
    "This was no accident."
    Suddenly Stephanie and Lisa burst into the room.
    "What was that?" asked Stephanie.
    "Come and take a look." Vince urged her to come over, and she did. And so did Lisa.
    Rosemary held Lisa back and said, "It's not for your eyes."
    Stephanie gazed out and whilst she looked on with amazement, Vince put his belt on his trousers and took the machete from behind the bedroom drawers and tucked it into his belt.
    He walked towards the bedroom door, ready to make an exit, and pointed at all three females, one-by-one. "Nobody leaves this house." He then flashed Stephanie a look. "Not even you."

Chapter Twelve
     
    The Bear had managed to cut his way through another part of a fence and stepped onto the rail-track, now off the camp, with no problems. He looked to his right to see the damage he had done and produced a smile as the tanker burned ferociously.
    It was amazing what damage a lighter and a tea towel could do, he thought.
    He never thought he could create this much carnage. He could see people coming onto the street to see what was happening, and to his right there were screams coming from the football field.
    He ran along the track, stopped just under the bridge and began to climb the steep bank that led to the back end of Sandy Lane. Once he reached the top, he threw his bag over first, climbed over the metal fence and landed on the pavement. He was now on the other side of the barrier, standing next to the HGV. He could see that there were no guards. He thought that they were probably distracted by the craziness that was occurring: the blast, the screams, the raging fire from the tanker ... the

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