The Grave: A Zombie Novel by Watts Russ

Author:Watts, Russ [Watts, Russ]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2013-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

“What the hell is happening?” screamed Claire.

The cottage continued to shake and things began falling from shelves in the kitchen. A large, framed picture of a smiling family hanging on the wall swung wildly from left to right until it finally flew off the wall and smashed on the floor beside Mark. It felt like the whole house was crumbling around them. The walls and floor were still vibrating, but it ended as suddenly as it had begun.

Suzy cried as a piece of plaster narrowly missed her head and she looked around the room. Everyone was crouched down on the floor, holding onto one another. Being the closest one to her, she had grabbed Tug’s hand without even realising it and let it go. The rain and wind continued unabated outside, but the cottage was now returned to silence. “Holy cow, what was that?” said Suzy.

“Another plane didn’t crash, did it?” whispered Tricia.

Kelly was now tired, angry and scared. “For Christ’s sake, Tricia, don’t be an idiot, it was an earthquake.” As soon as she said it, she regretted it. She didn’t need Tricia asking dumb questions. Kelly knew she shouldn’t have snapped, but it was all getting too much.

Tricia was too shocked to reply. She fumbled around with her water bottle and got up, preparing to go outside.

Will broke the awkward silence. “Look, don’t panic. Quakes and tremors are not unusual in this part of the world. We’re right above some major fault lines right now. Look, if everyone is okay we should just make a move. Tug, you know which way to go?”

“Follow me.” Tug opened the door and instantly the pouring rain began flooding in. He walked out head first into the storm without looking back. He was glad to be leaving the cottage behind. Another quake like that and it was liable to come crashing down on their heads.

The group trudged behind Tug as he walked down the road. Everyone was wary, monitoring the treeline and the hills for the dead, but they thankfully saw none. They had been shaken by the earthquake and with Rasmus absent, it felt like time was conspiring against them, colluding with the island to keep them there.

Mark looked around through the rain at the scenery. On the left side of the road was the hillside, dotted with houses, driveways and cars. On the right, a short, steep bank leading to the water. Every now and again, they would pass by a warning sign advising that mines and fences were being put in place, trespassing was forbidden and all access was denied without military supervision. He couldn’t tell if there were mines in the beaches or the water, but he didn’t want to chance it finding out. He knew Kelly had been right back there, he was just frustrated at their slow progress.

The rain was incessant. It came from the sky in huge drops, buckets of it soaking through every layer of clothing they wore. As they walked, their feet squelched in sodden shoes and shaking off the rain from their jackets was pointless.

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