Snatchers (Book 3): The Dead Don't Cry by Shaun Whittington Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Shaun Whittington
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took him down completely with a sidekick to his left kneecap. Specks fell to the floor, screaming in pain, and Wiry made his cowardly strike while Pickle had his 'hands full'. Wiry caught him on his shoulder, but Paul Parker quickly intervened and took out Wiry with a punch to the throat.
Both of the assailants were now on the ground with their bats, and Pickle could see Average raising the shotgun, but his attention had been distracted when the frightened, middle-aged driver, with the engine still running, slipped his truck into reverse and quickly backed up.
Out of sheer panic, the driver had decided to abandon his four passengers and leave with just his wife.
Average, completely ignoring Pickle, Karen, Paul and Jade, ran to the truck and quickly put two cartridges into the windscreen. Pickle could see right away that both the man and woman were suffering with injuries and that death, due to blood loss, was a possibility.
Average then turned to Paul Parker and nodded to Mangy. Mangy then ran over to Paul and they began to wrestle to the floor and ended up tumbling to the side of the road. Jade went after them and landed a boot in the man's stomach.
"For fuck's sake!" Average snarled, and began reloading the shotgun with another two cartridges. "Get out of the way. I'll sort them out myself."
Pickle, who was standing on the other side of the road and was a fair distance from Average, ran over to Karen and pulled her by the arm. "Run!"
While Pickle and Karen ran into the woodland at the left side of the road, Paul Parker was still wrestling with Mangy and was oblivious that Average was going to shoot him, once Mangy had managed to get off.
Average eventually said, "Let him go! I've got him!"
"Paul! We need to leave!" Jade screamed.
Noticing that Average had reloaded the gun, Paul staggered to his feet with Jade and they both ran into the woods to the far side of the road. Average tried to pull the trigger, but the gun didn't discharge. "Fucking antique," he snarled. He tried again and released a cartridge, only taking bark from some of the trees. Paul and Jade were too far gone now. By the time he swung the gun over in Pickle and Karen's direction, they had also both disappeared into the woods on the other side of the road, opposite to the direction where Paul and Jade had fled
Average sighed and helped up Mangy. "You lot are fucking useless."
Specks dragged himself back onto his feet and brushed himself down. "That guy must be army-trained, or something."
Average looked at Specks and Wiry and scolded, "You two dicks went down like a sack of shit."
Wiry sniped back, "Well, next time, you fucking do it, instead of standing there, barking your orders."
"Don't forget, I've got a shotgun."
Specks laughed, "Yeah, but does it work?"
Average lifted the gun and pointed it at a nervous-looking Specks. "Let's see, shall we?"
Specks gulped hard and could smell the barrel of the gun that had already released a few cartridges.
Mangy casually walked over to the bickering group and looked over to the pick-up truck. "Okay, that's enough. We got what we wanted."
"What?" Wiry walked over and put both of his hands on his head, and then walked over to the shattered windscreen of the pick-up truck. "You mean this?" He pointed at the windscreen. "Is this what we wanted? Two dead middle-aged people who just wanted to see their son."
Average said, "At least we've got the truck. Besides, they're not dead yet." He walked over to the pick-up truck and looked into the driver's window. The man and woman were in severe distress. The man had suffered wounds to his chest, whereas his rotund wife had injuries to her face and throat.
They both struggled, and Average stared at them for another minute and watched them both die in morbid fascination, before dragging them out of the vehicle, and leaving them at the side of the road for the birds.
Chapter Ten
June 24th
It was Sunday morning. After spending the night in the woods and
Both of the assailants were now on the ground with their bats, and Pickle could see Average raising the shotgun, but his attention had been distracted when the frightened, middle-aged driver, with the engine still running, slipped his truck into reverse and quickly backed up.
Out of sheer panic, the driver had decided to abandon his four passengers and leave with just his wife.
Average, completely ignoring Pickle, Karen, Paul and Jade, ran to the truck and quickly put two cartridges into the windscreen. Pickle could see right away that both the man and woman were suffering with injuries and that death, due to blood loss, was a possibility.
Average then turned to Paul Parker and nodded to Mangy. Mangy then ran over to Paul and they began to wrestle to the floor and ended up tumbling to the side of the road. Jade went after them and landed a boot in the man's stomach.
"For fuck's sake!" Average snarled, and began reloading the shotgun with another two cartridges. "Get out of the way. I'll sort them out myself."
Pickle, who was standing on the other side of the road and was a fair distance from Average, ran over to Karen and pulled her by the arm. "Run!"
While Pickle and Karen ran into the woodland at the left side of the road, Paul Parker was still wrestling with Mangy and was oblivious that Average was going to shoot him, once Mangy had managed to get off.
Average eventually said, "Let him go! I've got him!"
"Paul! We need to leave!" Jade screamed.
Noticing that Average had reloaded the gun, Paul staggered to his feet with Jade and they both ran into the woods to the far side of the road. Average tried to pull the trigger, but the gun didn't discharge. "Fucking antique," he snarled. He tried again and released a cartridge, only taking bark from some of the trees. Paul and Jade were too far gone now. By the time he swung the gun over in Pickle and Karen's direction, they had also both disappeared into the woods on the other side of the road, opposite to the direction where Paul and Jade had fled
Average sighed and helped up Mangy. "You lot are fucking useless."
Specks dragged himself back onto his feet and brushed himself down. "That guy must be army-trained, or something."
Average looked at Specks and Wiry and scolded, "You two dicks went down like a sack of shit."
Wiry sniped back, "Well, next time, you fucking do it, instead of standing there, barking your orders."
"Don't forget, I've got a shotgun."
Specks laughed, "Yeah, but does it work?"
Average lifted the gun and pointed it at a nervous-looking Specks. "Let's see, shall we?"
Specks gulped hard and could smell the barrel of the gun that had already released a few cartridges.
Mangy casually walked over to the bickering group and looked over to the pick-up truck. "Okay, that's enough. We got what we wanted."
"What?" Wiry walked over and put both of his hands on his head, and then walked over to the shattered windscreen of the pick-up truck. "You mean this?" He pointed at the windscreen. "Is this what we wanted? Two dead middle-aged people who just wanted to see their son."
Average said, "At least we've got the truck. Besides, they're not dead yet." He walked over to the pick-up truck and looked into the driver's window. The man and woman were in severe distress. The man had suffered wounds to his chest, whereas his rotund wife had injuries to her face and throat.
They both struggled, and Average stared at them for another minute and watched them both die in morbid fascination, before dragging them out of the vehicle, and leaving them at the side of the road for the birds.
Chapter Ten
June 24th
It was Sunday morning. After spending the night in the woods and