Snatchers: Volume Two (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 4-6) by Shaun Whittington Page B
Authors: Shaun Whittington
Ads: Link
around her and kissed her cheek.
Feeling that she was ready to cry, Karen asked, "Will you?"
"I'll make sure nothing hurts yer."
"I don't want you to be one of these people who starts nagging at me when I pick something up, or if we run into one of those things and I need to take it out."
"While we're up here, I think our Snatcher-slaying days have diminished. With your pregnancy, this temporarily safe cabin, it feels as if it was planned."
"By God?"
"I know yer don't believe, but, yeah, why not?" Pickle then sighed, "Of course, if people start making their way up here..."
Ignoring his last remark, Karen cussed, "Fuck, I'm dreading childbirth."
Pickle began to laugh and brought Karen closer to him.
Karen continued, "I'm serious. No morphine. No epidural. I've seen women on every drug under the sun and still use words that would make your toes curl. And what if I lose too much blood? I could actually die in childbirth. God, it's like the fucking dark ages. I'm gonna be lying on my back, blood everywhere, biting on one of Wolf's wooden spoons."
Pickle thought that Karen's rant was rather funny, but he could tell by her face that she wasn't joking at all. She was genuinely scared. He said with calm in his voice, "We've got months before that day arrives. Me and Shaz can get a vehicle and go on a run, get some medical stuff they use for childbirth. What would I need?"
"Fuck, I don't know. I'm a nurse, not a midwife." Karen began to think for a few seconds, and then said, "Sterile and non-sterile gloves. Probably need stuff to clean and wrap the instruments, torch, sharps container, bottle of alcohol, forceps, thermometer, cord clamp cutter. I suppose you're right. We have plenty of time for that."
"Yes we do." Pickle stopped staring at Karen and looked back out at the view. He took a deep breath in, enjoying his fourth week of freedom from prison, despite the chaos that was around them.
Karen released a short laugh, that was sarcastic more than anything else, and she spoke with negativity in her voice. "Don't worry about it; I might not even make it in a few more months."
"Yes yer will." There was a little anger in Pickle's voice, and she immediately regretted her self-pitying remark. "Don't start thinking like that."
"I would like to stay here the night," said Karen. "Wanna snuggle me? It's cold, but we can hug one another."
"Yer insane." Pickle then thought that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Nothing could get up the hill; he had seen them crawl stairs before, back in the house they had to flee in Hazelslade, but it depended on the incline. As proved over the weeks, the hill was too much for them, and the only thing he would need to worry about was the insects that lived in the ground.
"I'm sick of that cabin. I just want to sleep somewhere different tonight. This hill is proved to be safe, and even if one of those things could get up, we'd hear it anyway."
"Fine." Pickle stood to his feet.
"Where're you going?" she asked.
"I'm gonna get a blanket. I'm also gonna bolt the gate from the inside and climb over. If Wolf sees that the gate has been left unlocked, he won't be too happy."
Pickle began to walk to the cabin area and turned around. "I'll be two minutes."
"Okay." Karen yelled to him, "But if you start snoring, I'll punch your cock."
"Charming."
Chapter Eleven
It was getting lighter and the two exhausted men trudged through the greenery, now with their tired feet scraping through the area, and as Jack looked ahead, he raised a smile and slapped Vince on the chest.
Vince, who was walking by the side of Jack snapped out of his daydream and yawned. "What am I looking at?"
"The trees seem to be thinning out."
Vince asked, bemused, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, we're either coming to the end of the woods, or there's a road up ahead."
"At last." Vince bent down and picked up a club, but immediately dropped it once his hands touched the dark, sticky stuff attached to it.
Feeling that she was ready to cry, Karen asked, "Will you?"
"I'll make sure nothing hurts yer."
"I don't want you to be one of these people who starts nagging at me when I pick something up, or if we run into one of those things and I need to take it out."
"While we're up here, I think our Snatcher-slaying days have diminished. With your pregnancy, this temporarily safe cabin, it feels as if it was planned."
"By God?"
"I know yer don't believe, but, yeah, why not?" Pickle then sighed, "Of course, if people start making their way up here..."
Ignoring his last remark, Karen cussed, "Fuck, I'm dreading childbirth."
Pickle began to laugh and brought Karen closer to him.
Karen continued, "I'm serious. No morphine. No epidural. I've seen women on every drug under the sun and still use words that would make your toes curl. And what if I lose too much blood? I could actually die in childbirth. God, it's like the fucking dark ages. I'm gonna be lying on my back, blood everywhere, biting on one of Wolf's wooden spoons."
Pickle thought that Karen's rant was rather funny, but he could tell by her face that she wasn't joking at all. She was genuinely scared. He said with calm in his voice, "We've got months before that day arrives. Me and Shaz can get a vehicle and go on a run, get some medical stuff they use for childbirth. What would I need?"
"Fuck, I don't know. I'm a nurse, not a midwife." Karen began to think for a few seconds, and then said, "Sterile and non-sterile gloves. Probably need stuff to clean and wrap the instruments, torch, sharps container, bottle of alcohol, forceps, thermometer, cord clamp cutter. I suppose you're right. We have plenty of time for that."
"Yes we do." Pickle stopped staring at Karen and looked back out at the view. He took a deep breath in, enjoying his fourth week of freedom from prison, despite the chaos that was around them.
Karen released a short laugh, that was sarcastic more than anything else, and she spoke with negativity in her voice. "Don't worry about it; I might not even make it in a few more months."
"Yes yer will." There was a little anger in Pickle's voice, and she immediately regretted her self-pitying remark. "Don't start thinking like that."
"I would like to stay here the night," said Karen. "Wanna snuggle me? It's cold, but we can hug one another."
"Yer insane." Pickle then thought that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Nothing could get up the hill; he had seen them crawl stairs before, back in the house they had to flee in Hazelslade, but it depended on the incline. As proved over the weeks, the hill was too much for them, and the only thing he would need to worry about was the insects that lived in the ground.
"I'm sick of that cabin. I just want to sleep somewhere different tonight. This hill is proved to be safe, and even if one of those things could get up, we'd hear it anyway."
"Fine." Pickle stood to his feet.
"Where're you going?" she asked.
"I'm gonna get a blanket. I'm also gonna bolt the gate from the inside and climb over. If Wolf sees that the gate has been left unlocked, he won't be too happy."
Pickle began to walk to the cabin area and turned around. "I'll be two minutes."
"Okay." Karen yelled to him, "But if you start snoring, I'll punch your cock."
"Charming."
Chapter Eleven
It was getting lighter and the two exhausted men trudged through the greenery, now with their tired feet scraping through the area, and as Jack looked ahead, he raised a smile and slapped Vince on the chest.
Vince, who was walking by the side of Jack snapped out of his daydream and yawned. "What am I looking at?"
"The trees seem to be thinning out."
Vince asked, bemused, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, we're either coming to the end of the woods, or there's a road up ahead."
"At last." Vince bent down and picked up a club, but immediately dropped it once his hands touched the dark, sticky stuff attached to it.
Similar Books
