Snatchers: Volume One (The Zombie Apocalypse Series Box Set--Books 1-3) by Shaun Whittington

Author:Shaun Whittington [Whittington, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2015-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Three

The jeep whizzed by the last bend; while on the bend, both men knew the village hall was only a matter of seconds away. As the view of the hall materialised, Paul could see that there was nobody on guard; he immediately knew there was something wrong, as there was something in the back of his mind, niggling him. Even before he pulled the jeep up, he could feel Jack staring at him, wondering what was happening.

Paul dropped a gear and eased off the gas; the vehicle eventually came to a halt, right next to the entrance of the hall. The door was wide open. Jack and Paul looked at one another, and Jack jumped out and ran into the hall without talking with Paul. Jack had a son he was concerned about and couldn't care less if there was a hundred of those things in there; he would try and fight them off if he had to, as Thomas' safety was his only concern.

Paul struggled to get out of the jeep, and once he managed to open the driver's side of the door, Jack had returned from the hall and stood outside by the entrance in tears.

"What is it?" Paul quizzed, expecting to find a load of bodies and witnessing the aftermath of a brutal and bloody massacre.

"There's no one here; it's empty."

"What?"

Paul and Jack both ran into the entrance of the hall and saw the main hall had its usual untidy and scattered clothes and sleeping bags, but there were no people present.

"Let's try the back of the hall," Paul suggested.

Both men walked through the main hall, down a corridor and headed for the back door that led into the woods, where they would sometimes make a small fire and have their dinner. They both gazed at one another as they saw the door already slightly-opened, but there was no sound of humans behind it; the omens weren't good.

Both men stopped walking once they reached the opened door, and hesitated on opening it further. Paul swallowed and took a step forward, held out his hand and gently pushed the door fully ajar. The old wooden door cried open, because of the old rusty hinges that were attached to it, and both men peered outside, looking into the trees.

They couldn't see any members of their group, and it appeared that they had fled, and the reason for their fleeing was self-evident to both men. Both Jack and Paul could see, in the distance, eight beings stumbling around the woodlands; their backs were against the men as if they were heading towards where the group might have fled. The only comfort both of the men had was that there was no sign of a body or any blood on the floor, informing them that the group had ran but thankfully hadn't received any injuries or were killed in the process.

The two men were surprisingly calm as their numbed brains tried to soak up the information.

Jack sighed, "We're gonna have to find them.

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