Snatchers 2: The Dead Don't Sleep by Shaun Whittington Read Free Book Online Page B

at Karen. "We should sleep okay tonight."
    "No one up there?"
    "A family. But they're dead."
    Karen never asked him the details, and just lowered her head with sadness. Pickle had seen enough, and sat at the edge of the hatch, with his legs swinging freely and jumped back onto the landing.
    "Let's put the hatch back," he spoke. "We'll leave the poor wee souls in peace, for now."
    Pickle winced and began to rub his temples; he tried to shake off whatever was causing him discomfort, but it was to no avail.
    "Anything wrong?" Karen placed her hand comfortingly on his shoulder; she tried to make eye contact, but his eyes were closed and his hand tried to rub away the pain.
    "Apart from the end o' the world?" he chuckled falsely. "It's nothing. Just a niggling migraine. Dehydration, maybe."
    Karen lowered her head, looked up to the hatch of the attic and stared at her male companion. "Do you think it's global?"
    Pickle shook his head. "I only know what you know. But if it's not, where's the help?" Pickle sighed. "Right, I'm gonna have that bath. It'll probably be my last before I have to start using that brook."
    "It wasn't that bad." Karen smiled.
    Pickle guffawed, "Apart from caving in the face of a Snatcher inbetween it."
    She shrugged. "Just a normal day these days."
    "I suppose yer right."

Chapter Ten
     
    He slipped the Clio into third as he hit another bend, and the wheels screamed their way round the tight curve. As the car reached a dangerous fifty, Jason Bonser decided to fiddle with the radio to see if there was anything to listen to, whether it was information or even a music station.
    His thoughts went to his sister. The last time he had called her was a few days ago from inside the prison with his smuggled mobile phone. From what he had heard, it sounded like they were getting in, but he knew that it didn't necessarily mean she was done for. Her house may be infested with the things, but she could be locked in her bedroom or in the attic.
    His overall goal was to see his sister.
    He had been a despicable character in and out of prison and his sister was the only person he generally cared for, as it was her that helped raise Jason while their parents spent most of their time getting drunk, before their eventual and predictable premature deaths had occurred while Jason and his sister were still in their teens.
    He tried his best to keep his eyes on the road and was, so far, doing it with success. He couldn't get anything on the station and looked up and felt his heart jump into his mouth as one solitary walker appeared from nowhere and was slammed by the Clio, its body splitting in half with ease. Drenched in panic, and with his windscreen being decorated with dark fluid from the walking corpse, he released a gasp. Jason then steered briskly to the left, albeit too late, and the car swung round ninety degrees, hit the side of the fence and toppled a few times like a rolled dice, until it came to an early stop.
    He was out cold for ten minutes.
    His eyes opened slowly and the constant banging and slapping on the car aroused his suspicions. Although it took a few seconds for his brain to register what was happening, when he did realise, he shot up and quickly felt for the door handle. The car had rolled back onto its wheels after the crash, and Jason was mildly concussed. Now he was trapped in a real nightmare scenario. The car was finished for sure, and was sat crumpled in what looked like a farmers field.
    Outside of the car there was three of them, all at the driver's side of the car, only inches away from Jason, and all were ashen with their bloated, gross faces snarling at the potential protein meal that sat inside. They growled and slammed the window with their fists. Sometimes when they snarled, dark blood would exit out of their mouth and splat onto the driver's side window. Jason frantically searched for the tyre iron, and once he found it on the floor next to the passenger seat, he wasted no time in exiting the