Undead Rain (Book 2): Storm by Harbinger Shaun

Author:Harbinger, Shaun [Harbinger, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: zombies
Publisher: Harbinger of Horror
Published: 2014-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

nineteen

The village was no more than a single street lined with thirty or so houses built of grey stone and with small fenced-off front yards, a post office and a pub. The street was deserted. A few cars were parked here and there but there was nothing to indicate that anyone was in the houses. Most of the curtains were closed and through the windows where they weren’t, I could only see glimpses of empty living rooms. A dead meat smell hung in the air.

“It’s too quiet,” Jax whispered.

“Let’s just find some food and get out of here,” I suggested.

She nodded. “Which house do you want to try first?”

I indicated the nearest house with open curtains. For some reason, the houses that had closed themselves off from the street seemed more dangerous. What if the people in them had closed the curtains as they had fallen ill and died? What if they were roaming the rooms behind those curtains?

“Let’s go,” Jax said. Then she saw something at the end of the road and put a hand on my arm. “What’s that?”

I looked up the road. Past the houses, the street intersected with a wider road that was probably what was considered to be a main road in this rural area. Beyond that road, a low stone wall marked the boundary of a field. Part of the wall was missing. It looked like a vehicle had driven off the road and into the field. Beyond the gap in the stones, a green army truck lay on its side.

“I wish we’d brought the binoculars,” I said. “I can’t see it clearly. Looks like an army truck.”

“We should investigate,” Jax said, setting off along the street.

Walking farther from the beach, from the Zodiac, didn’t seem like a good idea to me but I had no choice. I couldn’t let her check out the army vehicle alone. I caught up with her and kept a wary eye on the houses we passed as we made our way along the street. I was keenly aware of the growing distance between us and the Zodiac.

The pub was called The Fisherman’s Rest. Its wooden sign was dark green with the pub’s name in gold letters beneath a painting of a fishing trawler sailing on a sunlit sea. I looked into the windows. It was gloomy inside. I could see the bar and the beer pumps and a few tables. There was no movement.

We reached the main road and looked both ways. The road wound between stone walls and hedges in both directions, following the coast. We crossed to the gap in the stone wall and looked into the field beyond.

The army truck bore the medical red cross symbol on its doors. It lay on its side in the long grass and judging by the skid marks on the road and the distance the truck had slid into the field, it had been moving quite fast when it crashed through the wall.

The rear of the truck was crumpled on one side and the windows and windscreen of the cab were smashed.

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