Snatchers: Volume Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 4-6) by Shaun Whittington Page A
Authors: Shaun Whittington
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small noise was still produced and a large entity darted out of the shrubs, causing both men to yell out in fright.
Their eyes followed the four-legged creature that shot off into the trees to their right, and then they both looked at one another, relieved, but also a tad embarrassed of their reaction.
"Fuck me," laughed Vince. "You nearly filled your pants there, Jackie Boy."
"I filled my pants?" Jack looked confused. "You screamed like a girl."
"You screamed a lot louder than me. Anyway, I had a pain in my calf with all that crouching."
"Pussy."
"Whatever, but when we get back to the camp, I won't tell anyone you crapped yourself over a deer. It was a deer, wasn't it?"
Jack nodded, and spoke with a more seriousness in his voice. "I think we have bigger things to worry about when we get back to the camp, Vince."
Vince lowered his head. "I know. We need to think of a story on how we lost the two trucks, as well as Claire and Paul."
Jack shook his head and placed his hand on Vince's shoulder. "No story; we tell them the truth."
"But how can they accept me as a leader if I've fucked up?"
"You didn't mess up. We got jumped by armed men. It happens. So stop trying to protect this hard reputation that you don't even have, and tell them the fucking truth. Jesus, you're worse than a politician."
Vince smacked Jack's hand off of his shoulder, gritted his teeth and snarled, only a yard from his face, "I could hit you right now."
Jack smiled and never blinked as both men were face-to-face. "Go ahead. But I can give as good as I get."
Vince glared at Jack, but no words left his mouth.
Jack laughed, "Let's find this cabin before I die of thirst."
Chapter Ten
"For fuck's sake. I nearly shat myself!" yelled Karen.
She rubbed her eyes and saw that it was Harry Branston that had woken her. He was now staring at her and shaking his head. She looked around, still confused, and once realisation kicked in, she said, "Oops, I must have nodded off."
If Pickle was angry, he never showed it to Karen. He sat down next to her and gazed out from the top of the hill, under the dark blue sky of the early Sunday morning. "It's not the best decision yer ever had, but what's done is done."
Karen tried to explain, feeling a little silly, "It wasn't my intention to nod off. I couldn't sleep, so I left the place and decided to get some air. I was all wound up with everything that has been happening. I must have been more tired than I thought."
Pickle added, "I woke up myself when I heard Shaz talking in her sleep. When I saw the gate was left slightly ajar, I went out and saw this familiar human shape lying on the grass."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. But let's keep this to ourselves. I don't want to worry Wolf by telling him that yer slept on the hill while leaving the gate wide open. Not too sure he'll like that too much. It's our secret." He nudged Karen playfully, and could see that Karen had something on her mind. It was dark, but it wasn't dark enough to hide the angst on her face. "What is it?"
It seemed to take an age for Karen to give her good friend an answer. She gulped and spoke nervously as if she was a teenager about to tell her father something serious. "I'm....pregnant."
"Took yer long enough," Pickle cackled.
"What?"
"I already know. Wolf told me yesterday; I was waiting on yer telling me."
"You knew?"
"Yes."
Karen then felt awful that Pickle wasn't the first to know. After what they had both gone through, it seemed disrespectful that an old man they hardly knew had this information before him. Karen tried to explain, "I didn't tell Wolf, he guessed. I was going to tell you, but with you all beaten up and losing your finger..."
"He tells me yer don't want it."
Sighed Karen, "I don't know what I want." She could feel herself getting emotional and wondered if it was her hormones making her feel this way. "Like Wolf said, I suppose it's the only part of Gary I have left."
"I'll look after yer." Pickle threw his arm
Their eyes followed the four-legged creature that shot off into the trees to their right, and then they both looked at one another, relieved, but also a tad embarrassed of their reaction.
"Fuck me," laughed Vince. "You nearly filled your pants there, Jackie Boy."
"I filled my pants?" Jack looked confused. "You screamed like a girl."
"You screamed a lot louder than me. Anyway, I had a pain in my calf with all that crouching."
"Pussy."
"Whatever, but when we get back to the camp, I won't tell anyone you crapped yourself over a deer. It was a deer, wasn't it?"
Jack nodded, and spoke with a more seriousness in his voice. "I think we have bigger things to worry about when we get back to the camp, Vince."
Vince lowered his head. "I know. We need to think of a story on how we lost the two trucks, as well as Claire and Paul."
Jack shook his head and placed his hand on Vince's shoulder. "No story; we tell them the truth."
"But how can they accept me as a leader if I've fucked up?"
"You didn't mess up. We got jumped by armed men. It happens. So stop trying to protect this hard reputation that you don't even have, and tell them the fucking truth. Jesus, you're worse than a politician."
Vince smacked Jack's hand off of his shoulder, gritted his teeth and snarled, only a yard from his face, "I could hit you right now."
Jack smiled and never blinked as both men were face-to-face. "Go ahead. But I can give as good as I get."
Vince glared at Jack, but no words left his mouth.
Jack laughed, "Let's find this cabin before I die of thirst."
Chapter Ten
"For fuck's sake. I nearly shat myself!" yelled Karen.
She rubbed her eyes and saw that it was Harry Branston that had woken her. He was now staring at her and shaking his head. She looked around, still confused, and once realisation kicked in, she said, "Oops, I must have nodded off."
If Pickle was angry, he never showed it to Karen. He sat down next to her and gazed out from the top of the hill, under the dark blue sky of the early Sunday morning. "It's not the best decision yer ever had, but what's done is done."
Karen tried to explain, feeling a little silly, "It wasn't my intention to nod off. I couldn't sleep, so I left the place and decided to get some air. I was all wound up with everything that has been happening. I must have been more tired than I thought."
Pickle added, "I woke up myself when I heard Shaz talking in her sleep. When I saw the gate was left slightly ajar, I went out and saw this familiar human shape lying on the grass."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. But let's keep this to ourselves. I don't want to worry Wolf by telling him that yer slept on the hill while leaving the gate wide open. Not too sure he'll like that too much. It's our secret." He nudged Karen playfully, and could see that Karen had something on her mind. It was dark, but it wasn't dark enough to hide the angst on her face. "What is it?"
It seemed to take an age for Karen to give her good friend an answer. She gulped and spoke nervously as if she was a teenager about to tell her father something serious. "I'm....pregnant."
"Took yer long enough," Pickle cackled.
"What?"
"I already know. Wolf told me yesterday; I was waiting on yer telling me."
"You knew?"
"Yes."
Karen then felt awful that Pickle wasn't the first to know. After what they had both gone through, it seemed disrespectful that an old man they hardly knew had this information before him. Karen tried to explain, "I didn't tell Wolf, he guessed. I was going to tell you, but with you all beaten up and losing your finger..."
"He tells me yer don't want it."
Sighed Karen, "I don't know what I want." She could feel herself getting emotional and wondered if it was her hormones making her feel this way. "Like Wolf said, I suppose it's the only part of Gary I have left."
"I'll look after yer." Pickle threw his arm
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