Snatchers: Volume Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 4-6) by Shaun Whittington
Authors: Shaun Whittington
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There was no mocking with Jack, he was also nervous. It was a genuine question, and Vince knew this by the sound of Jack's voice.
"This is the first time I've done this. So, yes, if I'm being honest, my bum is a little bit squeaky at the moment." Vince then sighed and looked around the area they were in. "I still can't believe we haven't come across any stray branches."
"Well, we did."
"Yeah, but not ones thick enough to take one of those things down."
"Right, I'll go first then," said Jack. "By the time it's your turn it'll be after five in the morning."
Vince agreed with no reluctance, as he felt he was too spooked to try and drop off anyway. He stared at Jack, and saw him lean his head back against the trunk of the tree and close his eyes.
Three minutes later he was asleep.
*
Jack's eyes quickly widened, reacting to the shaking of his body. He gaped at Vince, then looked around to confirm that he was in the woods, and the realisation of the hospital disaster and why he was sleeping in the woods in the first place had hit him.
Jack asked, "What is it?"
"I think I heard something. In fact, I know I heard something." It was clear that Vince was a little anxious, and Jack slowly stood his aching legs up. He looked at the watch that Vince had gave him back at the camp, and cussed. "Fuck's sake, I've only been out for about an hour. Where was this noise?"
Vince pointed. "Up ahead."
Jack inspected the ground for rocks or anything else that could cave a head in, but it was impossible to see. It was after two in the morning, the trees were hiding most of the light that the sky had to offer, and Jack's eyes were still sticky and he had to give them a vigorous rub to achieve better vision.
Both men's ears pricked up when a rustle in the trees was heard up ahead. They glared at one another, uncertain what their next move should be. Jack scanned around the dusky area they were in, anticipating the silhouette, or silhouettes, of creatures that could come stumbling their way. They waited patiently, but nothing came.
Jack turned to Vince. "Maybe it was just an animal."
"Maybe." Vince shrugged his shoulders. "Let's wait a few more minutes."
Whispered Jack, "I'm not going to go back to sleep now, and neither will you. I suggest we keep on walking. We can kind of see in front of us, and it's only going to get lighter."
Vince's look told Jack that he was unsure of Jack's plan, and would rather wait until it became clearer. Vince held out his hand. "After you."
With no hesitation, Jack walked on and Vince followed behind. It appeared to Jack that with a gun in his hand, Vince could be as vicious as they come, he proved that by gunning down Johnny Jefferson after he was bit, and he wasn't shy when it came to putting down the Rotters. But Jack thought that if you stick forty-nine-year-old Vince Kindl in alien territory, in the middle of the woods, with no weapon, it appeared that he was no different from anyone else. He was frightened, and because of Jack's experience of staying in the woods for days, it seemed that the leadership role had been given to Jack, even though Vince was supposed to be the one who knew where they were going.
The sound was heard again, which made both men stop in their tracks. Jack crouched down and waited for whatever was behind the huge shrubs, straight in front of them, to come out.
Vince didn't understand why Jack crouched. Maybe it was to make himself look smaller, more invisible, but he did the same and both men held their breath as if they were certain that whatever was behind the shrubs was eventually going to appear.
Another rustle could be heard, speeding up the hearts of both men, and Vince could feel a sneeze coming on. As his nose began experiencing the familiar tickling sensation, he blocked both nostrils off with his hand and tried to muffle the sneeze as best as he could. In normal circumstances, it was something he could have got away with. But in the suffocating silence, the
"This is the first time I've done this. So, yes, if I'm being honest, my bum is a little bit squeaky at the moment." Vince then sighed and looked around the area they were in. "I still can't believe we haven't come across any stray branches."
"Well, we did."
"Yeah, but not ones thick enough to take one of those things down."
"Right, I'll go first then," said Jack. "By the time it's your turn it'll be after five in the morning."
Vince agreed with no reluctance, as he felt he was too spooked to try and drop off anyway. He stared at Jack, and saw him lean his head back against the trunk of the tree and close his eyes.
Three minutes later he was asleep.
*
Jack's eyes quickly widened, reacting to the shaking of his body. He gaped at Vince, then looked around to confirm that he was in the woods, and the realisation of the hospital disaster and why he was sleeping in the woods in the first place had hit him.
Jack asked, "What is it?"
"I think I heard something. In fact, I know I heard something." It was clear that Vince was a little anxious, and Jack slowly stood his aching legs up. He looked at the watch that Vince had gave him back at the camp, and cussed. "Fuck's sake, I've only been out for about an hour. Where was this noise?"
Vince pointed. "Up ahead."
Jack inspected the ground for rocks or anything else that could cave a head in, but it was impossible to see. It was after two in the morning, the trees were hiding most of the light that the sky had to offer, and Jack's eyes were still sticky and he had to give them a vigorous rub to achieve better vision.
Both men's ears pricked up when a rustle in the trees was heard up ahead. They glared at one another, uncertain what their next move should be. Jack scanned around the dusky area they were in, anticipating the silhouette, or silhouettes, of creatures that could come stumbling their way. They waited patiently, but nothing came.
Jack turned to Vince. "Maybe it was just an animal."
"Maybe." Vince shrugged his shoulders. "Let's wait a few more minutes."
Whispered Jack, "I'm not going to go back to sleep now, and neither will you. I suggest we keep on walking. We can kind of see in front of us, and it's only going to get lighter."
Vince's look told Jack that he was unsure of Jack's plan, and would rather wait until it became clearer. Vince held out his hand. "After you."
With no hesitation, Jack walked on and Vince followed behind. It appeared to Jack that with a gun in his hand, Vince could be as vicious as they come, he proved that by gunning down Johnny Jefferson after he was bit, and he wasn't shy when it came to putting down the Rotters. But Jack thought that if you stick forty-nine-year-old Vince Kindl in alien territory, in the middle of the woods, with no weapon, it appeared that he was no different from anyone else. He was frightened, and because of Jack's experience of staying in the woods for days, it seemed that the leadership role had been given to Jack, even though Vince was supposed to be the one who knew where they were going.
The sound was heard again, which made both men stop in their tracks. Jack crouched down and waited for whatever was behind the huge shrubs, straight in front of them, to come out.
Vince didn't understand why Jack crouched. Maybe it was to make himself look smaller, more invisible, but he did the same and both men held their breath as if they were certain that whatever was behind the shrubs was eventually going to appear.
Another rustle could be heard, speeding up the hearts of both men, and Vince could feel a sneeze coming on. As his nose began experiencing the familiar tickling sensation, he blocked both nostrils off with his hand and tried to muffle the sneeze as best as he could. In normal circumstances, it was something he could have got away with. But in the suffocating silence, the
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